The roar was finally annihilated, and the whole starry sky fell into tranquility. Whether it was the Donghuang empress or the holy body Ye Chen, all became an eternal moment. Dacheng holy body fought with the emperor side by side, it would become an eternal myth.
Ye Chen laughs wearily, and there is blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. It is he who is laughing, and Yan Fei is laughing. It is he who is bleeding and Yan Fei is bleeding. He slaughters the middle rank emperor. They are not injured. It is false. Yan Fei is supporting hard, ye Chen is also supporting hard. The two people share equally.
Fortunately, they did. When the empress had no time for him to attend to it, they destroyed a demon emperor.
Accompanied by a wisp of star wind, Yan Fei falls down, and ye Chen also falls down. No matter who she is, her white hair is fluttering. When she is fighting for the devil, she once sacrificed Shouyuan; when he fought alone with the ninth emperor, he also offered sacrifice to Shouyuan. They are old and unbearable, and the bleak back of vicissitudes is heartbreaking.
"Master."
Ji ningshuang arrived in a flash and held Yan Fei. At the moment of touching, she ignited a touch of ancient warmth. It was the warmth of Ye Chen, which remained on Yan Fei. Yan Fei fainted. He also returned to his dream. He did not know what year it would be or maybe it would be a long time.
"I''ll take you home."
The empress''s tearful eyes are whirling. I don''t know whether to say it to Yan Fei or to Ye Chen. Her back is also stained with a ray of blood, which is as old and vicissitudes. In this war, ye Chen and Yan Fei were injured, and she was the same. The same was true of the ancient holy body. Dacheng''s Holy Spirit was much more terrible than that of the top peak emperor, and it was much more difficult to kill the holy devil than to kill the peak emperor.
When the woman left, the starry sky was still quiet, and the world was still in the middle of their minds. The God of war came back and slaughtered a middle-level emperor. They all seemed to be dreaming.
For a long time, the friars of the heavens just passed the God''s son, and they all walked in the same step. From the dim and dim view, the figures gathered like streams to the heavenly gates of the great Chu. Most of them were weeping to themselves, and too many of them were crying.
"The holy body has never let people down."
The Ming emperor took a deep breath and showed a slightly old posture. He was rejuvenated and young. For the first time since the calamity of the heavens, he laughed so freely. That little emperor would be the most amazing ancient holy body in history, and the emperor''s wasteland was beyond his reach.
Daozu didn''t say anything, but his manner showed everything. Except for Dongshen yaochi, he had never been so pleased with a younger generation. Because of him, this era will rise again and create a new generation of glory.
The Jade Maiden peak under the moon is peaceful and peaceful.
Under the old tree, Yan Fei sleeps comfortably.
On one side of the cloud, Ji ningshuang is sprinkling pieces of colorful clouds to help Yan Fei heal her wounds and help her eliminate the potential reversals of dream road. Every time a piece is shed, there must be two lines of tears.
"Jiuniang, will my father come back to life?"
Ye Ling is also there, still wiping tears.
"Yes."
Ji ningshuang gently smile, also never questioned.
There are many people coming to the big Chu tonight. Even the old men who are in seclusion have come here. They have never been to Hengyue. They dare not disturb them. They just look from afar and feel at ease when there is a empress.
For three days, there was no movement on the Jade Maiden peak.
Yan Fei''s pale cheek is finally a little more ruddy. It is forbidden to dream of immortals. Thanks to Ji''s coagulating frost, she can barely erase the reversion of her dream.
But she still didn''t wake up.
Ye Ling kept in front of the clouds, holding a small handkerchief in his hand, wiping tears for Yan Fei. I don''t know whether it is Yan Fei''s or Ye Chen''s.
More than a dozen of long-term lights are also hanging around, quietly guarding, one after another of the original god fire, in the flickering, can see crystal light, should be tears, hidden in the depths of the soul.
Ji ningshuang stepped on the top of the mountain and sat cross legged.
Under the moon, he is holy and has no time and is like a dream. In understanding the way of dream, he hopes to understand the immortal method of calling people to dream. If someone really wants to sacrifice to change his life, she will not hesitate to do it, and she does not want Yan Fei to be buried.
It''s a pity that the way of immortality in dream is too mysterious. Even if she is an emperor, it is difficult to understand it. She is far inferior to Yan Fei.
The breeze was blowing gently, and there was also blood flowing from her mouth. It should be that when she understood the dream Road, she was bitten back.
When she opens her eyes again, Yan Fei is already in front of her, standing quietly and smiling at her.
"Master."
Ji ningshuang got up and bowed.
This ceremony does not matter, Yan Fei''s red cheek, pale, the corner of the mouth blood, once again overflow, is not the wound has not recovered, is she, can not afford the emperor''s courtesy.
Just as Ji ningshuang worships Ye Chen and ye fan, the musk in front of Ye Chen''s tomb can barely be ignited, but the musk in front of YeFan''s grave cannot be ignited.
Only because she is emperor.
Her etiquette, except for the supreme, can bear.
This is the law of the dead.
In the dark, there is a kind of order that the emperor can''t reverse.
"I will revive him and bring him back to earth."
Yan Fei smiles, gentle and gentle.
She''s gone, drifting away.
Reflecting the vicissitudes of life, there will be a kind of obsession, which is exclusive to the Chen emperor and imperial concubine.Many years ago, at the moment when Mingwu called people to dream, she had some kind of consciousness: this life is doomed to die for one person.
Ye Chen is not the only one who has engraved the mark of Dream Road, but also her husband and Chen Huang of Da Chu. She has hesitated and hesitated to exchange her life for ye Chen or for xuanchen.
In the end, she chose the former.
Ye Chen is the God of war of the heavens. The significance of his existence is far more than that of xuanchen. In other words, between the heaven and love, he chose the common life.
Not everyone has such awareness.
She is also tired and wants to return to her roots. She wants to go after xuanchen as soon as possible and revive Ye Chen. This is her mission and will help people to complete it.
"Come out."
See Yan imperial concubine come out of the mountain, the four sides all collective rise body.
Across the vast distance, you can see Yan Fei''s dreamy shadow, and her white hair is also white. She is really like a fairy in a dream. On him, there is always a figure of Ye Chen, which seems to be hidden.
Walking, Yan Fei disappeared, an attempt to call people out of a dream, not too successful, she still needs more years of understanding, to complete the law against heaven.
"Grandfather, will Yan Fei die?"
"Yes, the moment when the holy body reappears on earth is the time when her soul returns to heaven."
"Life for life?"
"Everything needs a price."
The conversation between the younger generation and the older generation comes and goes.
The secret of dream is well known by the world.
After that, there will be a sense of grief, cage Twilight heaven and earth.
Yan Fei''s departure is ten years.
In ten years, the world has never seen her again, as if the world evaporated. Even the empress herself went to find her, there was no trace.
In the eleventh year, Nanming jade gargle them, all reshaped the original God, and all of them were molded into immortal bodies, with tears streaming down their faces.
At night, the small bamboo grove of the Jade Maiden peak is mourning the dusk of the cage. It is for worshiping the fox fairy and ye fan and ye Chen.
In the twelfth year, Emperor Xuan woke up.
"Aunt."
When she came to Hengyue again, Ye Ling called out and cried out with tears in her eyes. She had a warm home for the first time. No matter whether ye Chen was her elder brother or not, she admitted the affection.
Compared with her elder brother, the tenth emperor of big Chu, seems more reliable.
At least, ye Chen abducted a group of sister-in-law for her, who wanted the emperor to have the emperor, the empress to have the empress, and a niece of the young emperor class. It was the hot and noisy home.
In the 13th year, the demon king Kui and Yujiang were revived.
In the night, he held the wine pot and sprinkled a piece of turbid wine in front of the emperor and the king''s stone statues. He was the only one left for the Nine Emperors of the great Chu and the nine kings of the great Chu. The mood was extremely sad and desolate. He recalled the glorious years of the past, and wasted too much time.
In the fourteenth year, the sun moon god son and the King Wu of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty returned to the world.
When the world saw him again, they went to worship in front of the statues of emperors and sons of heaven. His mouth was full of stubbles and his hair was full of silver. They stood side by side without saying a word. After standing for nine days, they silently turned around.
In the 15th year, Longjie opened his eyes with tears.
The Canglong people were almost wiped out, including him. There were less than ten people left in the whole race.
In the past, he was too quiet to talk. He would sit alone in front of the tomb of the spirit family goddess in the dead of night. Among the spirits of heaven, there was also his wife.
Only when Yin and yang are separated can he know what love is and really forget who yaochi is. In his memory, all the figures of his wife are engraved, and he looks back and smiles at him.
The world, because of the ring of sorrow, has not stopped.
In the next ten years, many of them became adults. All of them were found by Ji ningshuang in his early years, and they all returned to the world.
But those, only a small part, compared with the war dead soul, less can be ignored, the emperor is not omnipotent, sometimes, can do is limited.
Twenty five years.
In this period of time, the empress has never been out of the Jade Maiden peak. On the top of the peak, one sitting is twenty-five years.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
There was a constant buzz on her side.
It took her 25 years to see all the imperial vessels reshaped and formed in vain. It took her countless years to revive the brand and wisdom hidden in the imperial army.
That night, she sent all the emperor''s wares out of the Jade Maiden peak, flying to their respective ancestral lands like a magic light.
Twenty five years later, she stepped out of Hengyue for the first time. She was wandering in the starry sky looking for Yan Fei.
In those years, Yan Fei did not show up after she left.
The goddess''s divine consciousness wanders in the starry sky every day, and has never seen Yan Fei. It''s really like the world has evaporated.
"I''ve seen the empress."
The stars are full of shadows and strange faces. Seeing her from afar, he bowed his hands.
Those are the descendants of a new generation.
In the past 25 years, there was no war in the sky and no invasion in Outland. Under the glorious protection of the empress, the new generation of Tianjiao has sprung up one after another, becoming the bright stars, which will lead to the glory of the new generation.In the twenty-five years of long years, every day will be full of strength. No matter the older generation or the younger generation, no matter who cultivates the demons, more or less, there are Nirvana and transformation. Almost every day, there are signs of natural calamity.
the era of recuperation, after the catastrophe, gradually recovers its vitality and vitality Once again.
On the other side of the Star River, the empress is still.
In this starry sky, there is the smell of Yan Fei, but it was left many years ago. Yan Fei is not in reality. It should be in a dream, and it is a real person''s dream. The empress can''t find her dream. She can only smell the residual gas.
After standing for a long time, she raised her feet and raised her cheek slightly. Looking at the vast sky of stars, she could clearly see the brand of her emperor''s way, which covered the whole heaven and earth and oppressed the whole sky. If she wanted to be a new emperor, she needed to break the repression.
In addition to her brand, she also found the brand of the great emperors of all ages. Those marks will only be infinitely weak and will never disappear. They are more immortal than the real emperors. The great emperors of all ages have been buried and their brands are still there.
This is also the reason why later generations of emperors are generally better than the first generation of great emperors. Only because later generations become emperors, they will suffer more from the brand of emperor''s way than the first generation.
Relatively speaking, the stronger the pressure in the dark, the stronger the accumulated preacher will be.
As for the product of the emperor''s treason.
The two emperors of heaven and hell can give a good explanation for this point. They have no emperor''s vision, but they testify against the heaven. She is the first in the history of the heavens. If the historical track does not change, the emperor will be Jian Zun. It is because of the changes that there are many variables.
In the starry sky, the empress is drifting away.
Nine days later, she appeared in the eastern wasteland of xuanhuang and entered the holy land of yaochi on a quiet night.
Deep in the yaochi lake, there is a fairy lake. She suddenly shows up and looks at a lotus flower by the lake.
It is a colorful and exquisite flower, bathed in moonlight, crystal clear, is the treasure of alchemy, the outside world has disappeared.
The reason why she came here is to revisit her hometown, and secondly, to the colorful and exquisite flower, because she can smell a trace of familiar soul power in this flower.
"Donghuang Taixin."
The empress murmured, smelling a trace of soul power, is the heart of Donghuang too, the world can not smell, but can not escape the emperor''s peep, that trace of soul power, covered with the color of reincarnation.
After watching for a long time, the empress raised her eyes again. She tried her best to look up at the vastness and nothingness again.
There are also samsara in these heavens?
"Elder martial sister."
A sudden whisper interrupted her thoughts.
Yao heart came, white clothes and white hair.
Now she is the fairy mother of the holy land of yaochi, but her face is haggard, and there are still tears in the corner of her eyes. The jade hairpin on her head is crystal clear under the moon. It was sent by Emperor Xuanyuan. It can be regarded as a token of love.
After the catastrophe, more than 20 years, Emperor Xuanyuan died in the war for more than 20 years, and he will always dream of him.
The empress reached out her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She knew and experienced some kind of grief and pain. It was more painful than tearing her heart and lungs.
Reflecting the moonlight, she left again. Before leaving, she also took the colorful Linglong words and went to purgatory.
There''s a secret she needs to find in purgatory.
Today''s purgatory is also cold and quiet. Except for those who died in the war, most of them are in deep sleep, and most of them are young people. It is hard to see the emperor to be, and the number is extremely rare.
This is the first time she came to the forbidden area in the past life and this is her first time. When she really enters the forbidden area, she will know that it is extraordinary. There are ancient details hidden in the deep. It is hard for her to really see through.
"I''ve seen the empress."
Those who bow their hands are the purgatory emperor.
Now, he is the king of purgatory. Although his seniority is far higher than that of the empress, he still made a ritual.
"Heaven, may there be reincarnation?"
The female emperor''s light language is to ask purgatory emperor, but also to ask the deep details, in order to get an accurate answer.
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