"Ye Chen, will you remember me?" In the dark, there seemed to be a tender whisper that echoed in Ye Chen's ears.

That was the last love words that Nan Ming Yushu, the daughter of Emperor Xuan, said to him at the last moment of closing his eyes.

Three years are not a gift from God, and the way of heaven is ruthless.

Three years were exchanged for the life of a woman.

She was a beauty, but she died and married her worldly beauty and soul to a man named Ye Chen.

His face was filled with tears, and his pain was heart-wrenching, just like he had swallowed the Tianji Pill in the past and saw Xuannv and Luo Xi.

He would understand why the Xuanhuang looked at him with loving eyes, and he would also understand the story carried by the wedding dress.

The funny thing is that he didn't realize it until his life and death are dead.

Cause and effect are the entanglement of blood and tears, and are also the ties between love and love. In the world, Nan Ming Yushu will never be seen again.

All causes and effects disappear with the bright red wedding dress.

"Is it worth it?" He smiled with tears in his eyes, and his trembling hand reached into his body, pulling a wisp of soul out of his body.

That was his soul, and also Nan Ming Yushu's soul. He was tightly held in his palm and did not let go for a long time.

When the soul left his body, his eyes lost the last trace of gaze, like a fallen leaf, rippling in the starry wind.

In the starry sky, a woman was stumbled with her fairy sword, her clothes were stained with blood, and behind her was a series of blood-colored footprints.

That was Chu Xuan, who fought for more than a dozen demon generals, and searched all over the starry sky, and then found this death star field.

"Ye Chen." She spoke, took a step forward, rushed into the starry sky, and hugged Ye Chen in her arms.

"I can't hold on." Ye Chen smiled tiredly, his eyelids trembled, and he was about to close. He wanted to fall asleep here forever.

The tears-free goddess, with water mist lingering in her beautiful eyes, condensed into frost under the moonlight, and shining brightly.

There are tears in mercilessness, and the memory of the immortal light was finally integrated into her divine sea. The memories of her previous life were unblocked at this moment.

Her name is Chu Xuan, Ye Chen's master, the master of Hengyue Jade Girl Peak, and she loves her disciple and wants to put on a wedding dress for him.

I came back, with her tears, all my memories came back, carrying past events and ancient love.

"Your tears are shed for me." Ye Chen smiled tiredly, and raised his hand with difficulty, trying to wipe away the tears for her.

"Chu Xuan, I am Chu Xuan, your Xuan'er is back." Chu Xuan swallowed even more, tears in her eyes and burst into tears.

The past and present life, three hundred years, seem like a dream.

Before waking up from the dream, she lay in his arms and shouted his name.

After waking up from the dream, he was lying in her arms, with white hair, older than the years, guarding the last trace of tenderness.

"Go home, I want to go home, take me home." Ye Chen buried in Chu Xuan's arms, murmured softly, his words were vicissitudes and exhausted.

"Go home, I'll take you home, please don't die." Chu Xuan's face was covered with tears, and her essence poured into Ye Chen's body without any chance, just wishing to continue his life for him.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not stabilize his annihilated life. Even if Daluo Jinxian was alive, she could not save him.

"I'm tired." Ye Chen smiled warmly and wanted to sleep exhausted.

With a word, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand that touched her cheek also drooped weakly.

He finally couldn't touch her cheek, and finally he couldn't help her wipe away the tears and the sad marks on her face.

"No...no..." Chu Xuan cried hoarsely, like a helpless child begging helplessly.

Her long hair turned into snow-white in strands, fluttering in the wind, and each thread was engraved with vicissitudes and endless pain.

The gods and the Nine Emperors came, but they wanted to speak but stopped, and they could only sigh.

The sword god, Donghuang Taixin, Jiang Taixu and the others also came, but they stopped a hundred feet away silently and couldn't help but sigh.

The divine lights were constantly rising in the starry sky, and Xie Yun, Xiong Er, Yang Dingtian, and the monks of Da Chu all came, their faces were extremely pale.

Every fist was soaked in blood, and every pair of eyes was covered with blood... Ye Chen was dead.

"Ye Chen." The more swallowing call came from afar, resounding through the starry sky, with beautiful shadows and tearful eyes.

That was Shangguan Yuer, Biyou, Lin Shihua and Haotian Shiyue. They left the secret realm of Tianxuan, but they heard bad news.

Before they reached that starry sky, they collapsed on the ground, tears could not stop flowing, and they forgot the years and time with heartache.

"You said you want to marry us." The sad tears passed through the sad cheeks, making people heartbroken and pitiful.

The starry sky was silent like death, and time seemed to be frozen in this moment. She hugged him, motionless, like a statue.

It was really God's tricks. She remembered it, but he died.

I missed three years and three years in my previous life, and a great cycle of reincarnation, and a mistake for three hundred years. I missed it again.

Suddenly, the ancient song of death sounded, full of sadness and coolness, and the starry sky, as if seeing off a hero in the world.

Anyone who hears it will bow his head sadly and cannot help but feel sad.

The God of War, who was covered in the eight wilderness, finally fell into the years.

The so-called immortal myth is just a legend after all.

The breeze blew, and his body turned into a piece of ashes, rippling in the starry sky, flying with the quicksand, and sank into the galaxy.

Chu Xuan's eyes were dull, she had no desire to live, and she was also transforming into Taoism, just like when Chu Lingyu died in the world, she transformed into Taoism.

Donghuang Taixin took action and blocked her, and used her great magical power to push her to sleep, no longer in the suffering of the mortal world.

Perhaps, her approach was a bit too cruel.

Ye Chen died and she lived in the world, which was a torture. Being able to travel with him was her best destination.

However, she cannot die. When she was a child, she was exactly the same as Ruoxi's child. Her existence was related to the eternal secret.

Chu Xuan was sealed, Ye Chen dissipated, and the dust returned to the dust, and the soil returned to the soil.

There was only one wisp of soul that was released from his hands and fluttered with the wind.

That was Nan Ming Yushu's soul, which was left in this world by him.

The Human King sighed, raised his hand slightly, and held her soul.

It can be seen that in the soul, there is also the beautiful figure of Nan Ming Yushu, wearing a wedding dress, dancing gracefully, looking back and smiling.

Xuanhuang had tears in his eyes, and his expression became older and older. He was the emperor of the Great Chu, but not a good father.

The journey back was full of pain. Xiyan held a jade jar containing Ye Chen's ashes, and she walked and cried all the way.

The fallen leaves return to their roots, and he wants to go home, which is his long-cherished wish before his death.

A short tomb was erected on Jade Girl Peak.

All the glory, all the glory, all the legends, all the myths are buried in a small tomb.

This is his destination, and the endless years are here to sleep forever.

"We will guard you for generations." The girls laughed with tears, all wearing wedding dresses, with their wives' tenderness.

The Great Chu was filled with white silk, and all the descendants wore mourning for him. He was a predecessor and had brought light to future generations.

Every mountain peak stood this figure, the older generation sighed, the younger generation was decadent, quietly looking at the direction of Hengyue Sect.

In the future, many years later, any monk from Great Chu would probably spread a piece on the ground to pay tribute to him before drinking.

After the war, the barrier between the Great Chu and the heavens was removed.

The legend of Great Chu spread throughout the starry sky, and everything they did for the heavens was also treated as a story and told to the world.

The monks from all over the heavens came together just to take a look at the Great Chu.

It is this land, and the people of this land have built a blood-colored Great Wall for the people of all regions.

"Is this your hometown?" Under Hengyue Sect, the Northern Saint's eyes were blurred, lingering in the kettle, turning into tears.

The Southern Emperor, Long Jie, Little Ape Emperor, Kui Niu and others also came, stopped at the foot of the mountain, with a sad look on their faces and silent for a long time.

In the past, they all knew that he was a man with a story.

But I never expected that his story was so long, with the dust all the way, walking alone against the long river of time.

The second volume of "The Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms" has ended, and the third volume of "The Six Paths of Reincarnation" is about to begin
Chapter completed!