Chapter 1992: Against your will

The first thousand nine hundred and ninety-two chapters
In a twinkling of an eye, a gust of wind blew up between the fields.
The sand and dust from nowhere, Zhijiao people can't open their eyes.
She Luo Qiantuo, Po Zhi and others evaded one after another, but Ling Yuyao froze in place, watching the sudden rise of Yang Chen, hesitated to speak.
Booming...
The bluestone ancient palace specially built for the Four Kings Conference uttered a mournful whine at this moment.
The zenith was directly blasted by a mysterious force, revealing the rather clear sky at night.
But Yang Chen's figure just flashed, and then disappeared into the hall with the great free sky that had fallen into an autistic state.
The moonlight shone, as if stardust fell in the temple, adding a bit of emptiness to the scattered atmosphere.

nothingness.
There is nothingness all around.
In the eyes of Da Zizaitian, this is actually no different from his life in the music world.
He didn't know what was happening outside, he only heard a voice in his ear.
"Qie Xie, I remember your name is Qi Xie."
This somewhat irritating voice mostly came from a person who Da Zi Tian didn't want to see very much.
And if there is a chance, Da Zi Zaitian wants to remove his head by himself.
"Is it all over?"
Da Zi Zaitian wanted to open his eyes, but didn't know where his body was. In the impression, he had burned out his soul and planned to die with everyone.
Yes, if according to the pre-conceived plot, it is comparable to the strength of a real celestial spirit, once it is fully burned out, even the real celestial and emperor-level characters will not dare to resist.
Not to mention in that kind of confined space-
"It's almost over, but here, you still have a chance to say a few more words."
Yang Chen stood calmly in front of Da Zi Zaitian's body.
Because of the burning of the soul, Da Zi Zai Tian's original smooth body has been twisted into a mountain of flesh that cannot distinguish its limbs.
But obviously, looking at the way Da Zi Zaitian is now, he can't even feel the pain.
Finally knowing who was talking, Da Zi Zai Tian Qiang endured the anger in his heart, and said in a slightly self-deprecating tone:
"Why, you saved them?"
"If I can, I want to save you too, but it seems you have made up your mind."
Yang Chen waved his hand, and a peach-like light pattern suddenly bloomed in the endless void.
Immediately after that, as the light pattern slowly expanded, a suddenly enlightened view instantly enveloped the entire space.
"Abandon that body, you don't need a body to protect yourself here, you are going to die anyway."
Yang Chen called to the big meat group.
Sure enough, in the Roshan that hadn't reacted, an ordinary young man's body was suddenly stripped out.
It's just that the body is looming, as if it will disappear in the next moment.
Yang Chen knew that this was not the body, but the last ray of remnant soul of Da Zi Zai Tian that he had forcibly fixed the time.
The young Da Zi Zai Tian, ​​oh no, maybe he should be called an enemy.
He just walked out of the body slowly, and then sat down on the ground.
At his feet, inches of thick land suddenly emerged.
This simple piece of land, unlike the Shura realm, seemed to be a corner of the Canglan Continent where Yang Chen had lived. It wasn't very special, but the scenery was good, which was enough.
"You seem to know me well? But I don't remember that I met you, and..."
He stared at Yang Chen's face, frowned and asked:
"Where did you know the name Qiu Xie?"
Yang Chen smiled slightly, not in a hurry, and sat down tightly next to Da Zi Zaitian's position. This kind of behavior without a sense of distance made Da Zi Zaitian's brows frown even more.
"I know it's because I have seen enemies. Even if you have become this look, I still remember your ordinary face."
"It shouldn't be like this."
Yang Chen shook his head, as if denying everything Da Zi Zaitian had done.
"What do you know!"
"Of course I don't understand you, nor do I know what happened after you left my seat that year..."
Yang Chen suddenly turned his head, staring closely at Da Zi Zaitian's eyes that were so muddy that there were no white eyes, and asked quite seriously:
"Once a little monk who single-mindedly asked the Buddha to ask questions, even able to defy the fear of life and death, quietly kneeling in front of the emperor star to ask for a longevity talisman for a person, turned out to be a daunting and daunting free sky in the battle of Shura after a thousand years. "
"In the end what happened?"
Da Zi Zai Tian was stunned...It should be said that his heart as a man of enmity made him suddenly remember the memory that he had abandoned in the first place.
He is just an ordinary monk.
At least until he saw the woman who made him unable to get rid of the troubles, he was an ordinary monk.
Later, she left him, only because she was rated as a demon way, she did not dare to stay.
By the time the monk found the woman, it was too late.
For this reason, he crossed the unknown mountains and rivers and asked for so much help, just to ask for a longevity talisman-they said that the emperor had something that could prolong life in his hands, so he went.
At that time, he just came to the front of the emperor Xingchen in a uniform like that, kneeling, kowtow, kneel, and kowtow again.
In the ninety-nine and eighty-one days, the bricks and tiles on the ground shattered and the bones on the forehead were visible.
Emperor Xingchen finally gave amulet and blessing for this.
It's just that no one knows the rest.
Until the Shura realm a thousand years later, on the battlefield of the Shura battle, there appeared a celestial being who lived and killed countless people-Da Zi Zai Tian.
Eighty thousand years in a flash.
Qiu Xie once again saw the person he thought it was impossible to see.
"No...you can't..."
Seeing those eyes that were as deep as they were before and filled with starlight, Qiu Xie trembled.
"I heard... I heard!"
"Emperor Xingchen is dead, right? Regardless of whether Emperor Xingchen is there or not, what makes a naive son what he is now?"
Yang Chen stared coldly at the hatred that gradually became ordinary.
"Do you know why I gave you that talisman?"
"Knocking? Kneeling? Does such a ridiculous reason really work? If kowtow is useful, my knees are already full of bones and flesh—"
Yang Chen looked at Qiu Xie incomprehensibly, as if he could find out some answer from him.
"I did the same stupid thing as you."
"I found a woman whom I couldn't possibly meet—"
"You can't protect her, can you?"
"I do not have either."
"But so what?"

Countless mists gradually emerged from Qiu Xie's body, and this change did not surprise Yang Chen.
On the contrary, the trace of evil in the mist finally allowed Yang Chen to capture the reason that puzzled him most.
The enmity in front of him-Da Zi Zaitian's past life, he was a monk with a firm mind that was so heinous. Although ridiculous to say, Yang Chen didn't realize that something could shake his heart.
Unless something irresistible happens.
"Who! Get out!"