Chapter 1880 (1/2)

Tianlong ancient city, majestic and full of ancient vicissitudes, has witnessed the years and the rise and fall of great Chu.

Looking down from the empty sky, it is like a giant dragon, looking at the eight wastelands, and looking from afar, it is just like an immortal city on earth.

Xuanhuang's hometown, immortal in the world, it will be a towering monument, revered by all living beings, and praised from generation to generation.

Ye Chen from the empty, temperament leisurely, slowly step in.

Under the morning light, Tianlong city is very lively, with people bustling and Hawking, showing the prosperity of the world.

Ye Chen walked through the world, in a trance. When he came to this city, he could not help but recall many past events.

At that time, it was here that he got the iron.

It is here that I met Nanming Yushu for the first time, which led to a period of bad luck.

It's really full of emotion to step back on the road we used to walk.

With the vicissitudes of time, the little monk in the past has become the emperor of Chu and is well-known all over the world.

People, walking on the old, just like he at the moment, seems young, but already young white head.

”That... That is.” Passers-by surprised, as if to recognize Ye Chen, just to salute, ye Chen has disappeared.

In the center of Tianlong ancient city, there is a beautiful mountain.

In the depth of Xianshan mountain, there is a small forest, quiet and quiet. In the small bamboo forest, there is a pool of spirits, which is full of splendor.

In front of the pool stood a figure of the back, majestic, as tough as a mountain, which could not be destroyed by any force.

He was xuanhuang, the emperor of the great Chu, the father of Nanming Yushu, and the founder of the chaos Wuji Dao.

”I've met Emperor Xuan.” Ye Chen arched his hand and was the emperor of Chu. He was always in awe of his ancestors.

”No need to be polite.” Xuanhuang smile, gentle and kind.

Ye Chen comes forward and stands side by side with xuanhuang and looks at the lingchi.

In the soul pool, there is a woman hanging in the pool. She looks like a soul. She is dressed in wedding clothes and sleeps peacefully.

Her face is peerless, a wisp of green silk, all dyed with brilliance, do not eat people's fireworks, do not provoke worldly dust.

Nanming jade gargle, infatuated woman, lives for life.

Looking at her, ye Chen felt a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't know how he could do it. He let a woman do this. He was willing to use his life for three years. All of his deaths were smiling.

He was filled with unprecedented guilt.

He owes her not only life, but also love.

Like him, xuanhuang was also full of guilt.

The emperor of Da Chu was respected by thousands of people and worshipped by the Li people. However, he was not a good father.

At that time, the words of the king of man still reverberated in my ears.

The only way to save him is to sacrifice her own life for him.

How many women love him, find one at random, no matter who it is, will sacrifice for him.

But he is the emperor of Chu! In carrying the glory, also shouldering the mission of protecting the human beings, if he really wanted to find a woman to sacrifice, he would rather choose his own daughter.

His daughter, who did not disgrace the prestige of the imperial way, put on the wedding dress with a smile and walked on the altar with a smile.

Fortunately, Yu Shu is still alive, is Ye Chen dying, will be the only trace of spirit, into her soul.

It was the spirit that rekindled her life.

Now, she is alive, and the people she loves return from samsara. A pair of desperate lovers can continue their relationship.

Finally, with a smile, xuanhuang turned around and left the bamboo grove to Ye Chen and his daughter, ”wait for you at Tianxuan gate.”

Ye Chen does not speak, only static look at her, guilt color more thick.

All of a sudden, he stepped into the spirit pool. There was heaven and earth in the spirit pool. The water in the pool was yuan divine power, nourishing her soul.

”Yu Shu, ye Chen is back.” Ye Chen smiles.

”Don't forget to marry me.” In the dark, there is a shallow laughter, clear spirit ethereal, more beautiful than the fairy song.

”It's the end of time, and we're committed to it.” Ye Chen's tender smile is his lifelong promise to a woman.

Then, he sacrificed the bronze furnace, pulled out the God of the poor and strange emperor, and imprisoned him in the air.

After the first World War, the gods of Honghuang people captured by him all the way will be of great use.

”The flood will not let you go.” The poor and strange emperor was gnashing his teeth. His eyes were ferocious, as if he were a ghost.

”The whole flood and famine owes to Da Chu. Take your life for your life.” Ye Chen is cold hum, suddenly hand a palm to wipe.

The sound of screams suddenly rises, which is very sad. Rao is the yuan God of quasi emperor level. Here Ye Chen, he also becomes a humble mole ant.

Ye Chen has no pity, strong means, wipe the poor and strange mind, leaving only the essence of the yuan Shen power, holding in the hand.

It is the first group of living creatures between heaven and earth. Its original power is incomparable and contains endless essence.

”Make up.” Ye Chen smiles and kneads the power of Yuan Shen into a ball and presses it into the soul of Nanming jade gargle.