Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1667: Hang

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One sentence Chu Xuan, one sentence waiting for me, for thousands of years, the words are endless, the road is endlessly missed, only the years are waiting.

Ye Chen raised his little feet. In his eyes, only Chu Xuan, the warmth of laughter, seemed to say: Do n’t be afraid, I ’m here.

The first step fell, and a strange scene appeared. He turned into a teenager in two or three years.

It ’s not [Transformation Technique] , it ’s really growing.

The second step is down, the height is raised, and from the appearance of a teenager, into a young man, the eyes are like stars, and the black hair is like a waterfall.

"I ... I read right!" Seeing the youth of Ye Chen, the Quartet was shocked, and many people were rubbing their eyes.

"What is the situation, that little doll is actually Ye Chen."

"There was only one breath left in the past, and he really came to life."

"Unexpected, really unexpected, today is really eye-opening."

"Look, I'll be familiar with it!" The little ape emperor jumped three feet tall, screaming, and his eyes were gleaming.

"Nirvana is born again?" Kui Ni scratched his head.

"Is she also your wife?" Bei Sheng murmured, and in the unexpected expression, there was more worry and loneliness.

"Not good!" Long Jie frowned, "Quasi Emperor and Great Saint are both hung up, let alone Heaven Realms."

"That's a dead end, you guys who are predecessors, let him set foot on the bridge." Xiao Jiuxian bulged his mouth and looked at Donghuang Taixin and Jiuhuang and others.

All Quasi Emperor said nothing, knowing that it was a way of no return.

It's just that they are helpless, Grand Chu can't help at all.

Furthermore, this road of no return was chosen by Ye Chen himself. The emperor of Grand Chu has the right to choose his journey.

"It has changed again."

The Quartet, regardless of seniors and juniors, or male and female nuns, both looked directly at the bridge.

On the bridge, the pace of Ye Chen is not reduced. The third step has been taken. He was a young man, and he instantly became a middle-aged.

Then in the fourth step, his black hair turned into a white, straight body, and slowly lingered. His middle-aged form faded and he became a twilight old man.

Four steps of raising my foot, like a hundred years, was stunned that he walked out of the four age forms, and the four sides looked a little ignorant.

For the first time, he settled, and there was blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

For every step, coercion will force one point.

This is only four steps, he felt his back, pressed a 8,000-foot giant Yue, trying to crush his ants.

Looking at Chu Xuan, he smiled slightly and moved again.

In this step, there was a sound of bone fragmentation in his body.

One more step, his holy body cracked, cracks, spattering blood, golden and bright, very dazzling.

Another step, his flesh turned into a handful of fly ash, leaving only an illusory 'Nascent Divinity', swaying on the bridge.

"You're the girl, come back soon." Kui Niu couldn't sit still and screamed. Ye Chen took another step. Most of the smoke disappeared. But the pressure of Heqiao was not Heaven Realms.

"It's impossible to find death, don't be the mother's bravery." Little Ape Emperor also cursed, trying to rush up, but was imprisoned by Ape Emperor.

"Brother Ye, think twice." The Southern Emperor also persuaded him. He hadn't really fought with Ye Chen, but he didn't want the worldly master to fall on the **** Naihe Bridge.

"Please, come back." Bei Sheng said with a pleading, jade hands clenched, water mist lingering in his eyes, condensed into frost under the moonlight, fearing the next moment, he turned into dust.

"Come down, I will let you touch my chest." Xiao Jiuxian made out such a terrifying cry of ghosts and gods, and heard Jiuxiao Venerable stuttering for a while, and also listening to the spectators looking around for a while, this Little Nizi, really sensible.

"Just try your best, don't try to force it." Donghuang Taixin whispered, his jade hand in his sleeve, also pinched a cold sweat.

Nine Emperor opened his mouth, but swallowed it back, and finally hesitated.

Although I have been in contact with Ye Chen for a while, I know his nature.

The young man who is holding the Grand Chu battle flag is so persistent, no one can stop what he wants to do.

The Quartet's attention, Ye Chen said nothing, but turned into a flesh.

His form changed again, a strand of long white hair, a strand of blood turned into blood, a drop of golden blood, a drop of black light, very strange.

Looking at his eyebrows again, there is an ancient sacred pattern slowly portrayed, which is a symbol, a symbol of immortality.

"This ... can all open blood to follow the limit?" On the side of the crowd, the old fisherman Quasi Emperor could not help grinning.

"This is the first time, if it doesn't die or hurt, just open it?"

"In spite of the limit of blood inheritance, after all, it is still a Heaven Realms."

"Quasi Emperor is all hung up, he ... it is very difficult to cross the bridge." An old Quasi Emperor shook his head and sighed.

But as soon as he said this, on the bridge, there was a violent spirit spreading, and the Quasi Emperor of genuine was overwhelming.

"Come on, Dacheng Shenggu is here to help the battle." Too many people are wondering. It ’s no wonder that the blood succession limit has been opened. What else can shock them, the holy body is abnormal.

"Now can also harden steel Quasi Emperor, and the blood inheritance limit, most of the time can create mythology, and break the bridge of Nanai."

"Hanging." The little ape emperor's howling screamed, and the people around him were trembling with urgency, and the sound was too abrupt.

"Hanging." Kui Niu and Wu Wu Xiong, they also coaxed, took out the banner, and shouted for Ye Chen.

"Hang." Sifang's young cultivator also turned his throat, howling higher than waves, shaking the starry sky.

"The heavens are not empty." A bunch of old guys also got excited, all sleeves were pulled up, howling blood was boiling.

Everyone wants to see the Eucharist and create a myth again.

"I'm waiting, I'm old." Grand Chu Nine Emperor shook his head and smiled, thinking he was not as good as his juniors. This is not their time.

"I ... is too old." Donghuang Taixin stretched out his jade hand, put down the woman's restraint, and held the sword god's arm.

Sword God smiles, the myths of the heavens are full of tenderness.

They should be fortunate, the years are limping, and they depend on each other.

However, Ye Chen has to pass the test of life and death. For that love, it is difficult to move forward, even if it is on a path of no return.

Boom! boom! boom!

Booming sounds, slow and rhythmic.

It was the walking sound of Ye Chen, the body was as heavy as the mountains and the mountains, and the steps were also heavy.

Looking away from a distance, his back is magnificent, the whole body of gold is shining, and the overbearing holy body is like gold casting.

He is the God of War, the God of War that looks at the Eight Wastelands, Megatron, and the sky covering the sky. His existence is a myth.

With a click, a piece of Jade Slip that banned the memory of Xianguang was crushed by him, and his voice was crisp and clear.

The memory fairy light flew to the opposite side, and fell into Chu Xuan's eyebrows.

It is conceivable that the picture of Chu Xuan's unsealing is not presented.

She still stands upright, her expression is indifferent, there is no emotion, and the memory of the fairy light is wandering in the sea of ​​gods, and must not be integrated.

"It is invalid again." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

The memory Xianguang could not unblock the reincarnation. These things happened only three times. One time Hongchen, one time Ji Ningshuang, one time Yanyan. I did n’t think about it, even Chu Xuan.

With these changes, he didn't expect it, but he made his eyes firmer, his head raised, and he was steady and strong step by step.

In any case, he must walk across the bridge. Whether Chu Xuan can unblock it or not, he must take her home.

The bridge is trembling, buzzing and turbulent.

He is also under pressure, and his pace becomes heavier.

Vaguely, you can still hear the sound of the fragmentation of the holy bone in his body, and the holy body split again, bathed in blood.

Every step takes an unprecedented pressure.

Every step is a **** footprint.

Dacheng Shenggu cheers, hard pressure, blood hegemony and hegemony, he will never die, he will repair his wounds again and again.

He was close enough to Qiaotou, and it was the end soon.

However, his unyieldingness seemed to anger the law of the underworld, the power of silence raged, and stronger coercion came suddenly.

That is an extremely powerful force, mysterious and ancient.

It is the force that actually wiped out the state of blood continuity.

There is no recovery from death or injury, and the holy body becomes bloody. There is always a holy bone to cheer and the legs are bent.

There are only a few steps left, but there seems to be an insurmountable sky.

"You can't step on it, go back!" There are voices of female voices in the city without tears, which is indifferent and distant, and also extremely majestic.

"She has blood and flesh, so why make her tearless and merciless."

Ye Chen roars, blood red eyes, green forehead exposed, curved legs, straightened stiffly, the proud head that was lowered down, again ... lifted up.

With a loud bang, he stepped on one step and stepped on the bridge.

His sacred body collapsed, and his bones and bones were exposed, blood was flowing all over his body, and he also dyed the flowers of Neiqiao.

"You are high above, how did you overlook all beings."

Another roar, Ye Chen suddenly raised his feet.

His feet fell, his legs were broken, his legs burst, his flesh and bones turned into blood mist at the same time.

The stiff Eucharist also fell and lay prone on the ground.

For a long time, he has not seen him get up again, he is too tired.

"That's my Chu Xuan'er, I'm going to take her home." Ye Chen cried, her voice hoarse, blood and tears running.

Without legs, he used two hands to crawl hard.

Tang 'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique', like a dog, is extremely humble.

This picture is shocking, and the audience is also moved.

Too many male practitioners clenched their fists. Too many female practitioners could n’t help but cover their jade mouth, and the mist lingered in their eyes.

"Are you ... really so ruthless?" Dong Huang's eyes were cold and indifferent, and his face was frost, staring at the city without tears.

"Without tears, it is ruthless." Or the indifferent words from the city without tears, resounding through the heavens.

"Don't ask her, he will die ... the Grand Chu emperor." The nine emperors said lightly, and expression was joyless and sad.

In a word, Wan Lai is silent, the starry sky is as calm as death, and some are just on the bridge, that sentence is sobbing.

Ye Chen is still climbing, his eyes are dim, and even his tears are muddy.

Behind, there is a blood path dragged out of his stump.

Chu Xuan stood still, like an ice sculpture, motionless.

Looking at her as she crawled, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and the water-like beautiful eyes showed an ancient confusion.