"Fuxi, are you fucking sick?" In the vast starry sky, such a big scolding was very loud, and it was passed down from a dead star. The curse was full of anger and there was unpredictable pain.

Many passing monks suddenly stopped in the starry sky when they heard the curse, looking at the dead stars from afar, looking at the silent stars in a daze.

Who doesn’t know that Fuxi is the emperor’s name, which is so lawless that it is to dare to scold the Supreme in this way!

"The fruits of heaven are full of talents." An old monk grinned and looked at it with his toes. However, his path was limited and his vision was too far apart. He could not see who was the swearing person. He only knew the loud curses, and his anger was more and more.

"Go in and take a look." The monks said, either in groups of three or five, stepping into the stars, and they all wanted to see who was the sage that dared to insult the Human Emperor.

However, as soon as they entered, they bumped into a big hand.

Soon, they all came out, and were swept out with one palm, not blown, and they didn't know how far they flew out.

Now, those monks who had not yet entered the stars turned around and ran away.

Obviously, this ancient star has great supernatural powers and has a bad temper. If you are not careful, you will probably be destroyed.

The noisy starry sky fled in peace because the monks scattered, but the excited curses did not stop.

After looking carefully, I realized that it was Ye Chen, who was in a small mountain corner, holding his head and howling, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and his forehead was exposed, like a crazy lion. Every roar was a roar from the soul.

"If you kill Ye Fan and save the people, how would you choose?" This sentence echoed in his mind all the time.

Half a month ago, he had been caught by the Human King, and he melted this sentence into a spell and engraved it in his sea of ​​divine deity.

The mantra is terrible and cannot be erased. It is not enough to not listen to it. It is like a spell, and it is like a magic spell, and it is finished if it is swallowed, and it is like a Buddhist mantra, and it is time to stop if it is saved.

When I went to see the King of Man, I was leisurely sitting on the rock with my legs crossed. There was a collector's edition spread out on my legs. I drank the wine with great pleasure, and looked at the erotic scene happily. He seemed to have no idea about Ye Chen's scolding.

"Are you sick? Are you fucking sick?" Ye Chen was still cursing, scolding by name, and then roaring with his head in his arms.

"It's hard to choose?" The king of the people looked at Ye Chen with a smile and said leisurely, "Give me an answer, and the spell will naturally be lifted."

"Give it to your sister." Ye Chen cursed, and he had the heart to strangle the king. He really didn't feel ache when he spoke when he stood up. On one side was a child and on the other side were the common people. This was a cruel choice.

You should know that among the so-called people, there are his daughter, wife, brothers and old friends, how can he choose?

"It's okay if I can't choose it. I'm waiting for you, so I have time." The king of Ren said casually. After that, he took out a magnifying glass and continued to study his collector's version. He was very worthy of beating.

Compared to him, Ye Chen was miserable. He curled up on the ground with his head in his arms, roaring in pain, and the same sentence echoed in his divine sea, like thunder, and the blast made his head exploding.

The world is like quicksand, wandering by day by day, month by month.

Ye Chen's roar did not disappear due to the changes of time, but instead roared into the Haoyu starry sky.

Then, they saw a group of people coming, wanting to come in and see what was going on, but the embarrassing thing was that they had just come in and were sent away by the King of Man without breathing a breath.

After a long time, no one came to look for excitement. They just stood outside the ancient stars, talking constantly, and talking about their own guesses.

Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers fade and bloom, and the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, plus the first fifty years, and sixty years have passed.

In the past ten years, the King of Humans and Ye Chen did not leave and were still on the ancient star.

As always, the king of humans was very leisurely, either sleeping or studying collector's editions, and was very casual. Ten years were very short for him, and only a few great sleeps and yawns.

Ye Chen was not very well. He collapsed under the rocks, and his breath was extremely heavy. His eyes were covered with bloodshot, his eyes were deeply sunken, and he was tortured and exhausted, mentally devastated, and he was suffering. He was really living like a year.

For ten years, he had never closed his eyes and had forgotten how he felt when he was sleeping. His hair was gray and messy, and he had a gray beard, which was also messy. Looking at it, he was just a bad old man.

However, the ruthless mantra is still there, and that sentence is still resounding in his sea of ​​divine deity, as firm as him, and his mind is extremely collapsed. For ten years, ten years, he has been destroyed by the mantra for ten years. If it were someone else, he would have probably fallen into the years.

"If you kill Ye Fan, you can save the people, what will you choose?" The King of Humans woke up, yawned, and stretched.

"I won't choose." Ye Chen roared, his eyes were scarlet, violent and crazy, and his face was a little hideous. He was like a lunatic, who had been tortured by ten years, and he had already reached the verge of going wild.

"Very good, he's a man." The man king turned over and fell down the rock.

In the eyes of outsiders, the past ten years of spiritual cultivation should be over, and even Ye Chen himself thinks so.

But, wishes are beautiful, but reality is nonsense.

But when the King of Humans took out the shackles and locked Ye Chen's hands and feet, then there was a cold iron chain, one end connected with the shackles and the other end was tied to the hilt of a flying sword.

"Let's go, grandpa will take you to the starry sky." The king of humans sat cross-legged on the flying sword, activated his magic power, and flew towards the starry sky.

Ye Chen at the end of the chain was dragged away, his steps were staggering, and he was so embarrassed by the barbaric means of the King.

He wanted to break free, but no matter whether it was the shackles or the iron chains, they were all engraved with divine patterns, and blessed the secret method of ban. Even his peak cultivation level of the Saint King was difficult to shake, so he had to be pulled by the iron chains without any resistance.

From a distance, the scene was extremely dazzling. Ye Chen, who was disheveled and ragged, was like a death row prisoner who was about to beheaded on the execution ground. He was like a dog, led by a human king, wandering around the starry sky without any rush or slowness.

Who would have thought that the dignified ancient sage body, the ruthless man who once slaughtered the emperor, would be so humble. This is in sharp contrast to the war god of the past, which makes people sigh.

The vast starry sky and the sound of iron chains colliding are very crisp.

The speed of the man king slowed down a lot. He sat on the flying sword and drank a little wine and hummed a little song, and was in a good mood.

"When I become the quasi-emperor, I will be the first to kill you." Behind him, Ye Chen, who was locked in iron chains, was cursing more than once.

"You dare to scare me." The man Wang Hu said, and another fairy light flashed into Ye Chen's eyebrows without any bias.

The immortal light was another spell, which turned into pictures in Ye Chen's divine sea: the dark world seemed to have a battle between immortals and demons, and the shouts of killing trembled in the sky, countless people were bleeding from the sky, countless people rushed into the sky, and their bones were like mountains and blood flowed into rivers.

Ye Chen's mind was pulled into it, and it was really a bloody battlefield. When he saw Ye Fan, he was waving his blood-stained killing sword, slaughtering the people unscrupulously. His daughter, wife, brothers, and old friends fell down one by one, and died one by one under Ye Fan's butcher knife.

"The illusion is useless to me." Ye Chen snorted coldly, escaped from the illusion, and an unprecedented anger drowned his mind.

This anger was a illusion for the King of Humans, who made up his relatives to make up his state of mind, and really angered him.

"When true is false, false is true; when false is true, true is false." The king of man laughed and said that he was illusory at Ye Chen's anger.

After the words came, Ye Chen, who had just escaped from the illusion, was dragged into the illusion again. It was still the bloody scene. Ye Fan wanted to kill, and his relatives fell one by one in a pool of blood.

"The illusion is useless to me." Ye Chen roared angrily and was about to escape again.

However, this time, he did not succeed, and was really trapped by the illusion. He couldn't even leave and didn't know how to leave.

This is the human king who is at work, and he trapped Ye Chen with the illusion of spells. All he wants is to let Ye Chen witness the tragic scene with his own eyes. It is impossible not to see it without wanting to see it, and it is even more impossible to leave.

"If Ye Fan is killed, you can save the people, how will you choose?"

This sentence is again, resounding in the illusion, but it is still full of supreme magic. It is perfectly coordinated with the blood-colored picture of the illusion. It is impossible not to listen or watch.

"Um..." Ye Chen hugged his head, his blue veins were exposed, and he growled in pain and anger, and collapsed from his teeth. His eyes, which should have been deep, were dyed blood red by blood.

The king of humans ignored him and still sat cross-legged on the flying sword, drinking a little wine, humming a little tune, and with the sound of iron chains hitting Ye Chen, he swayed in the starry sky.

As for Ye Chen, although his mind was in the illusion, his body was moving stiff steps, his expression was dull, and his eyes were empty, like a puppet or a walking corpse.

This scene made the monks passing by were all surprised. No matter how they looked, they seemed to be walking alone with a dog.

"Look, get out of here." The guy, the man, was very urinating. He was cursing all the way, and had never seen a dog walking?

His voice was extremely high, and the most important thing was that it was mixed with the power of cultivation, allowing the passing monks to hide away one by one.

When the king of people led Ye Chen away, the talents gathered together again, and they talked a lot, pointing and pointing, "This is too miserable."

"The strong are respected, it's so cruel." The old monk sighed, "That's a quasi-emperor, it's good to have a life."

No one refutes this. As a monk, you are too cold-blooded to know the laws of survival. If you are weak, you deserve to be bullied.

Amid the discussion, the King of Man, Ye Chen and others were gradually drifting away.

To outsiders, Ye Chen was just locked in shackles and was led by iron chains, but no one knew how torture he was, it was much crueler than slashing him with a knife.

"Emperor Huang, the trace of the residual soul of the Human Emperor is even more cruel than you!" Looking at this scene, even the Emperor of the Underworld was stuttering.

"He knows Ye Chen better than me." Di Huang's words were plain.

"The illusion is an illusion, but over time, it will be brainwashed." The Emperor of the Underworld said indifferently, "This is the terrible thing about refining the heart. The human king today is as cruel as you back then. From beginning to end, he has never regarded him as a human being."
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