Chapter 1667 (2/2)

”I wait. I'm old.” The Nine Emperors of Chu shook their heads and laughed. They thought that they were inferior to the younger generation. This was not their time.

”I'm... Old, too.” Dong Huang Tai Xin stretched out her jade hand, put down the woman's reserve and took the sword God's arm.

The sword God smiles, and the myth of heaven is full of tenderness.

They should be lucky to have spent their time together.

And ye Chen, but to experience the test of life and death, for that love, hard to move forward, even if on a road of no return.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a boom, slow and rhythmic.

It was Ye Chen's walking sound. His body was as heavy as mountains and mountains, and his steps were heavy, and the bridge trembled.

Looking from afar, his back is magnificent and his whole body is full of golden light. His domineering holy body is just like gold casting.

He is the God of war. He is the God of war. His existence is a myth.

With a click, a piece of jade slips, which were forbidden to remember the immortal light, were crushed by him. The sound was clear and audible.

Memory Fairy Light flies to the opposite side, not into the heart of Chu Xuan's eyebrows.

It can be imagined that the picture of Chu Xuan's unsealing did not appear.

She is still standing quietly, indifferent, no one's feelings, memory of immortals wandering in the sea of God, not into.

”It's invalid again.” Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Memory immortal light can not be unsealed for reincarnation, such things, only three times, a red dust, a Ji Ning frost, a sunset, did not think, even Chu Xuan also.

Such changes, he did not expect, but let his eyes more firm, head up, step by step are robust and powerful.

In any case, he would go to the opposite side of the bridge. No matter if Chu Xuan could be released, he would take her home.

The bridge was shaking, humming and turbulent.

He also has the pressure, the pace becomes more and more heavy.

Vaguely, he could hear the sound of his holy bone breaking, and the holy body cracked again, bathed in blood.

With each step, the power of the world will be strong.

Every step is a bloody footprints.

Dachengsheng's bones help him, carry his weight hard, and his blood continues to dominate the boundary. He will not die or be injured. He will repair his wounds again and again.

He was close enough to the end of the bridge.

But his indomitable, as if infuriated the law in the dark, the power of annihilation is rampant, and the stronger pressure suddenly appears.

It's a very powerful force, mysterious and ancient.

It was that force that actually wiped out the limit state of blood relay.

There is no recovery without death or injury, and the holy body becomes bloody. There is always holy bone to help, and the legs are bent.

Only a few steps left, but it seems like an insurmountable natural moat.

”You can't step on it. Go back!” In the city of no tears, there is a ethereal female voice, which is aloof, distant and dignified.

”She is flesh and blood, how can she be merciless without tears.”

Ye Chen roared, his eyes were red, his forehead was exposed, his legs were bent, and his proud head, which was lowered, was lifted up again.

With a bang, he stepped on the bridge, making the bridge turbulent.

His holy body broke open, his muscles and bones were exposed, blood flowed all over his body, and the flowers of Naihe bridge were dyed red.

”You have never looked down upon all living beings from above.”

Another roar, ye Chen suddenly raised the sole of his foot.

His feet fell and his legs were broken, and his legs exploded. At the same time, blood and bone turned into blood mist.

The strong holy body, also fell, lying on the ground.

For a long time, he didn't get up again. He was too tired.

”That's my chuxuan'er. I'm going to take her home.” Ye Chen cried, hoarse voice, blood and tears.

Without legs, he crawled with two hands.

Like a dog, the holy body of antiquity is as humble as a dog.

This picture, shocking, see the four sides also moved.

Too many male monks clenched their fists, and too many female nuns could not help but cover their Jade mouth, and water mist lingered in their eyes.

”Are you... So heartless?” Donghuang Taixin's eyes are cold, and her face is like frost. She stares at the city without tears.”No tears, is merciless.” Or that ethereal and indifferent words, from the city without tears, ring through the sky.

”Don't ask her. Even if he dies, he will still be the emperor of big Chu.” Nine Emperor light a sound, look without joy and sorrow.

In a word, everything is quiet, the starry sky is as calm as death, some are just on the bridge, that sentence choked.

Ye Chen is still climbing, dim eyes, even tears are turbid.

Behind him is a trail of blood drawn from his remnant body.

Chu Xuan stood still like an ice sculpture.

Looking at her crawling, her delicate body trembles slightly, and her beautiful eyes like water show an ancient confusion.