Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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boom! Rumble!

The human world hummed, and the sound of rumbling never ceased.

Except for the three emperors, no one knows what happened. The world only knows that there is one more thing on the puppet.

Peak of the Girl.

Ye Chen has stopped, it's been a hundred years, and he stopped for the first time.

Looking at nothingness, looking at the door, he smiled tiredly.

As Dao Zu said, the door he portrays is different from the real Emperor Daomen, and there is a difference between heaven and earth, but this is a good start. More and more years of polishing will surely make the real Emperor Daomen.

"If you can make it, you may not be able to reach it."

"If you can reach it, you may not be able to cross it."

"Even if you can cross, you may not be able to preach."

"Even if you can prove it, you may not become an emperor."

The two emperors of Tianming are very interesting. You say a word to me, like a cross talk, and they are very smooth.

However, they are not false.

Today, Ye Chen has only taken the first step. In the subsequent process, any accidents will become false.

The Eucharist has no emperor, nor is it for no reason.

"Jiu Niang, what are you looking at?"

Below, Xiaoye Ling dragged Yao Chi's clothing corner.

"hope."

Yaochi smiled softly.

The imaginary emperor's gate is indeed a hope, Ye Chen's hope of becoming emperor, and his hope of living.

Ye Ling seemed to understand, so did Nan Mingyushu.

On the other side, Ye Chen has already peaked.

As for that illusive emperor's gate, existence is true, Ye Chen is not dead, it will not dissipate, and the traces of reincarnation will accompany Ye Chen forever, until the Eucharist really dies.

He still needs to realize the Tao and the Tao in the taboo area to continue carving the emperor's Tao gate. The remaining years are the precipitation of the Tao.

He did not show Jade Girl Peak for several days.

In these days, many old monks came to Dachu to visit the emperor and the Eucharist, and they were mostly confused about the Tao.

In this regard, Ye Chen and Yao Chi are not bothered.

The visitors are not only them, but also the maiden of Xingyue, Hongchenxue, Qianxueyue, and their wives.

They came here to see Ye Chen, or to say that they would come or see or peek at every interval, only to find the shadow of their lover in Ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't bother. Regarding him, he remembered Ye Xingchen, the **** Xuanzhang, Hongchen, or the nine Taos.

As long as he can prove to be an emperor, he can regenerate Ye Xingchen and the nine Taos. As for the six Taos of God Xuanzhang and Hongchen, they are not in this list.

"Aunt."

Every time Di Xuan came, he could hear Ye Ling's call.

Emperor Xuan, a frequent visitor to Jade Peak, is also one of them, and the fourth **** and sword **** will basically come together.

They are for the Emperor and want to see him manifest.

However, the reincarnation is unstable, Ye Chen dare to try again easily, or he will be buried, and the emperor will never be able to survive.

At night, Ye Chen went back to the top of the mountain again, his fingertips holding the reincarnation force, swiping in nothingness, engraved across the knife.

After a long period of carving, the clunky Emperor's Gate gradually became exquisite, at least a glance at it, knowing that it was a gate.

Spring, autumn, winter, and summer, exchanges start and end.

The long process, accompanied by years of change, has more precipitation.

The illusive emperor's door took shape, and there was more emperor.

At that moment, he could tremble when he heard Ling Xiaodian.

In the temple, Ruo Xi also opened his eyes for a moment, only glanced at the Emperor Daomen, who was the highest peak, and then closed his eyes slowly.

"Ye Chen."

After that, a voice came out of the temple, it was Chu Xuan and Chu Ling, who called to him in the subconscious, and had been involved in Ling Xiao Temple for hundreds of years without touching Ye Chen's face.

Ye Chen heard their call.

That day, Ye Chen came and failed to enter the temple. They only stayed outside the temple for a long time. They had merged and fell asleep quietly.

"If you run out of oil, will you give up your blood?"

Donghuang is coming too, together with the sword god.

Ye Chen shook her head lightly, and she had long had a certain realization.

To give up blood is to bow to the sky.

In the vein of the desolate ancient Eucharist, only standing dead, never kneeling to live, this belief, as many as many years ago, has been carved into his soul, the prestige of his ancestors, he will never be insulted.

Either preach or die.

These are his two paths.

"You are really like Master."

The silent sword god, the word 蓦, has eyes.

Ye Chen smiled and waved his hand gently.

Huh!

Immediately, they heard a sword sing, and an immortal sword gathered by reincarnation, swept across the puppet, swept across the sky, and emerged from the Great Chu.

puff!

Then, he saw a figure bursting into a blood flower in the starry sky.

It was an emperor, a demon emperor, who fell out of the crack the moment before, and was extinct by his sword the next moment.

The emperor was depressed at that time. He stepped on a pit on Taikoo Road and fell into a crack. He didn't know that he had fallen there, and he was destroyed by a sudden sword.

The monks in the starry sky were even more straightened.

They are witnesses, witnessing the fall of Emperor Demon, and witnessing the killing of Emperor Demon. Can they still call in the future?

"The Great Eucharist ... is too bad."

"A dignified emperor, it's been seconds."

"Is it fun to fight the nine cruel peaks alone?"

"However, it's almost as if with Emperor."

The starry sky is full of words and peace of mind. There is a female Emperor Donghuang sitting in the town, guarding the body of Dacheng, and a lot of hidden details of the heavens.

They should be grateful. Fortunately, they lived in this peaceful era. If they pushed forward for hundreds of years, it would be really dim. The fire and gunpowder were all **** and burned all over the world.

"He's not wasted for hundreds of years."

The Emperor Ming murmured, took a deep breath, and looked at Ye Chen's reincarnation sword, and he could guess about Ye Chen's strength.

After merging the eight reincarnations, it really is not covered.

Emperor Ming determined that under the premise of not moving in time and space, he may not have battled Ye Chen, failed to maintain a balance, and would be blasted.

That kid, on the way to hang, the waves are getting farther and farther.

The afterlife is awesome.

These four characters are the state of mind of the two emperors at the moment.

Nine days later, Ye Chen entered heaven.

Daozu already prepared the ancient tea, or the bitter tea of ​​that year, which even the Emperor Xianwu drank, which was hard to swallow.

Ye Chen came here to drink tea and talk.

Daosu may not be as good as him on the sentiment of reincarnation, but on the perception of time, Daozu threw him ten thousand miles away.

Reincarnation is taboo, and so is time.

Life is short, and he has no time to realize the new taboo rules.

Fortunately, he has some knowledge in the field of time. After understanding the laws of time, he can make the gate of the emperor Tao more solid.

This discourse crosses the interface and crosses the times.

The two Supremes played a game of chess for a hundred years.

There are gamers and self-watchers.

The chaotic body is a visitor, still like a statue, Daozu and Ye Chen played against each other for a hundred years, and he also quietly watched for a hundred years.

Compared to this game, his game with Ye Chen that year was a joke. Ye Chen's current fighting ability and his understanding of the Tao can now stand shoulder to shoulder with his master.

It is awkward to live in this era of chaos.

Snapped!

Ye Chen's last word fell, the entire chessboard went out, and the chess game lasted for a century. At this moment, it ended completely.

"But a little epiphany."

Daozu smiled, put on the tea set, and brewed the tea himself.

"Occasionally."

Ye Chen raised the teapot and filled a cup for Daozu.

"Load, reload."

The Emperor Hao started, and he could see the picture of heaven, thinking to himself that most of the ancestors were thinking about how to get the baby from Ye Chen.

Just like him, he thinks of Ye Chen every day.

That day, Ye Chen left and entered the underworld.

If we talk about the perception of time and space, we have to find the Emperor. It is not that time and space are stronger than time.

The Emperor did not have the same sentiment as Daozu, sitting against Ye Chen, and saw Ye Chen's consciousness, dragged into a time and space artistic conception.

In the artistic conception, it is mostly the Emperor's perception of time and space. It is only his perception of time and space. As for how much Ye Chen can understand and which way to go, all depends on Ye Chen himself.

Ye Chen became a statue again, and he sat on the top of the mountain.

This process is not shorter than the game with Daozu.

Since he entered the underworld, he has not been out for a hundred years.

These centuries, in the eyes of Daozu, could not bear to look directly at the centuries.

Ye Chen was in a state of mind, and the Emperor did not enter.

An emperor jumped around, what should I do! Always have some fun for yourself, for example, Ye Yechen.

In the centuries, Ye Chen didn't know how many times he was beaten. He was beaten on both ends by three days, and hit by hammers that were separated by three to five. He didn't know how much holy blood was put on him.

When Ye Chen woke up again, she got up in one step and did not stand still.

It hurts, it hurts all over, especially in a certain part, and it has been affixed with an Emperor Dao Tianlei curse, which can explode with a bang.

"How much I realized."

The Emperor Hades had a deep look, his words were long and his beard was softly scratched, just like a senior man, who was serious.

"Not much."

Ye Chen returned, scanning his sacred body up and down, all blood sacrifice, and a little anemia, ragged clothes, disheveled hair, at first glance, he would think he was bitten by a dog.

Looking at Emperor Ming again, he feels restless, just like nothing else.

It ’s not blowing. This hundred years is the most comfortable one hundred years he has ever seen. He is tired of reading the collector ’s edition, but Ye Chen is never tired of it. For another 500 years, he can continue to fight.

"Thank you for your gift."

Ye Chen said, and turned away.

how to say? I've already figured out how to exchange gifts.

Half a month later, he came again.

Here comes the Empress Donghuang.

That day, the underworld chicken jumped, the overbearing barbaric ancient body, the stunning and unparalleled Emperor Donghuang really destroyed a certain emperor, and found the most prominent tree in the underworld: hanging it.

Before leaving, Ye Chen also hung a brand on it, which is not the point, but the word on the brand is eye-catching: I am a fool.

People in the underworld have begun to doubt life since that day.

Daozu also looked at those couples since that day.

For three months, the Emperor Swayed in the wind.

When I woke up again, I sweared at the heavens and the human world for a long time.

Ye Chen peaked, Ye Chen stood upright.

The centuries of heaven and the centuries of the underworld, regardless of time or time and space, have occasional gains, the endless ways, and the taboos are the same.

After a lapse of two hundred years, he raised his hand again, using the time to create a carving knife, and time and space to paint a brush. On the emperor's Tao door, the sacred lines of God were carved, and the laws of taboo were also outlined.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The emperor's door buzzed. Every time Ye Chen cut a knife, he would have a little more divine power, and every time he drew a stroke, he would have more emperor's essence.

Unfortunately, Emperor Daomen is still illusory.

Ye Chen had meditated. In addition to the taboo, there should be one thing missing, that would be the skeleton of Emperor Daomen.

So far, he has not figured out what is missing.

Long years and centuries.

For centuries, Ye Chen has not descended from the mountain peak, formed from the illusory emperor gate, and has precipitated for four hundred years.

The sacred lines on it are alive.

The mighty imperial power over it is ruined.

"Just call me chaos. The name doesn't pull the wind."

Under the old tree, chaos was buzzing and trembling. For centuries, the mind has recovered, just as it was then.

I wonder if it's there, Chaos Fire and Chaos Thunder.

My brother-in-law was really sentimental and surrounded Donghuang Emperor with his sword.

This emperor soldier is very beautiful and dyed with gorgeous fairy. It is not only the innate weapon of the female Emperor Donghuang, if she is also divided into genders, she is female, and she is somewhat similar to her master.

"Don't be afraid of my little sister, you are all good people."

"Your master and your grandmother are two."

"Time, I'll take you to heaven!"

Chaos tripod, chaos fire, and chaos thunder are all words, since they opened their mouths, they never stopped, sometimes flickering Emperor Swords, and sometimes they came forward to slap two times, typical **.

That picture is like three little foolish, blocking a schoolgirl with a schoolbag in a small alley.

"interesting."

The king touched his chin and had a profound sense of seeing. He was originally looking for Ye Chen. It was unthinkable. He saw such an eye-catching picture.

"What is he doing in these hundreds of years?"

The God of Fortune started, and there was no time to deal with the chaos tripod, only to see the peak of the jade girl, and only the emperor could see it.

Late at night, the two left.

Later, he saw Ye Chen descending from the top of the mountain, his lips stubble, his face was slightly pale, and he was more old-fashioned. He didn't know enough about time and space and time, so he was struggling to make the door of the emperor.

For centuries, he exhausted.

That emperor's road was longer and harder than he thought. No one could show him the way. He could only explore it in the dark to continue the broken road.

In the morning, the fragrance of rice was permeated.

The scene on Jade Peak was quite warm.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Ye Ling raised her head more than once at the dining table.

Not only her, but also Nan Mingyushu.

"hope."

Ye Chen's answer was exactly the same as Ji Ningshuang's.

boom! Rumble!

Ye Chen's words ended, and then he heard Cangyu's bang.

Ye Chen and Yao Chi made a side-by-side look, and both got up.

Daozu and Emperor Emperor looked at each other, looked up, and both got up.

The Four Supremes see nothingness.

But above the sight, the fascinating colors, a ray of gorgeous glow, intertwined and evolved into a hanging cascade of the Milky Way, falling from the sky of Jiuxiao Ling, and there is an ancient vision illusion. There are sounds of Taoism. Exist, it is about to break the shackles.

"Vision of Emperor."

Daozu and Emperor Ming both murmured, looked at each other, and looked at nothingness. They would never admit that they were wrong.

PS: Two chapters today.

(March 1, 2020)

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