The rumbling sound was finally annihilated, and the entire starry sky fell into tranquility. Whether it was the Eastern Wilderness Empress or the Holy Body Ye Chen, it became an eternal moment. The Great Saint Body fought side by side with the Emperor, and it would also become an eternal myth.

Ye Chen smiled tiredly, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. It was him laughing, it was him bleeding, it was also Yan Fei who was bleeding, it was also Yan Fei who slaughtered the middle-level emperor. It was fake that the two were not injured. Yan Fei was struggling to support him, and Ye Chen was struggling to support him. Meng Dao's backlash, the two were evenly divided.

Fortunately, they did it, and when the empress had no time to take care of it, they destroyed a great emperor of evil devils.

With a ray of star wind blowing, Yan Fei fell down, and Ye Chen fell down. No matter who it is, her white hair is shaking. When she fought for the evil deeds of heaven and demons, she once sacrificed her life. When he fought against the Nine Emperors alone, she also sacrificed her life, but she was already old and her bleak and vicissitudes of life, which made people feel distressed.

"senior."

Ji Ningshuang came in an instant and held Yan Fei. The moment she touched her, an ancient tenderness ignited, which was Ye Chen's tenderness, which remained on Yan Fei. Yan Fei fainted, and he also returned to his dream. He didn't know what year it would be when he came again, and perhaps it would be a long period of time.

"I'll take you home."

The empress was tearful. I don’t know whether it was to tell Yan Fei or Ye Chen that her back was stained with a ray of blood, which was so ancient and vicissitudes. In this battle, Ye Chen and Yan Fei were injured. She was the same. The ancient holy lineage was too terrible. The great holy demon was even more terrifying. It was much stronger than the peak emperor. Slaughtering the holy demon is far more difficult than the peak emperor.

The woman left, the starry sky was still quiet, and the world was still worried. The God of War came back and slaughtered a middle-level emperor, all of which seemed to be dreaming.

After a long time, the monks of the heavens shook their minds and took steps at the same time. From the Cangmeng, the figures gathered like streams, gathered towards the Heavenly Gate of the Great Chu. Most of them were wiping their tears secretly, and too many were crying in tears.

"The Holy Body lineage has never disappointed the people."

Emperor Dark took a deep breath, showing his slightly old posture and rejuvenated youth. Since the catastrophe of the heavens, he has laughed so unbearable for the first time. That little emperor will be the most amazing ancient holy body in history, and even the emperor and the desert are beyond the reach of the world.

The Taoist ancestor did not say anything, but his expression showed everything. Except for Dongshen Yaochi, he had never been so pleased with a younger generation. This era will rise again because of him and create new glory for a generation.

The Jade Girl Peak under the moon is quiet and peaceful.

Under the old tree, Yan Fei sleeps comfortably.

On the side of the cloud, Ji Ningshuang was sprinkling colorful clouds, helping Yanfei heal her wounds and helping her eliminate the potential backlash of dreams. Every time she sprinkles, there will be two lines of tears.

"Jiu Niang, will Dad be resurrected?"

Ye Ling is also there, still wiping her tears.

"able."

Ji Ningshuang smiled gently and never questioned it.

Tonight, there were many people coming to Dachu. Even the old guys who were in seclusion came. They had never gone to Hengyue and did not dare to bother them. They just looked out from afar and felt at ease with the empress.

After three days, there was no movement in the Jade Girl Peak.

Yan Fei's pale cheeks finally had a touch of rosy. It was taboo for Mengdao Immortal's magic. Thanks to Ji Ningshuang's spell, he barely erased the backlash of Meng.

But she still didn't wake up.

Ye Ling stood in front of the clouds, holding a small handkerchief in his hand, wiping the tears for Yan Fei. I don’t know if it was Yan Fei’s or Ye Chen’s.

More than a dozen eternal lamps are also there, hanging around, silently guarding them. The primordial fires, swaying, can see crystal light, which should be tears, hidden deep in the soul.

Ji Ningshuang stepped onto the top of the mountain and sat cross-legged.

Under the moon, he is holy and flawless, and like a dream. He is comprehending the way of dreams, hoping to understand the immortal method of summoning people to dream. If someone really wants to sacrifice to exchange her life, she will do it without hesitation, and she does not want Yan Fei to be buried because of this.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Art of Mengdao is so mysterious that even if she is the emperor, she is hard to understand. She is far inferior to Concubine Yan.

The breeze blew gently, and blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth. It was because she was suffering from a backlash when she was comprehending the dream path.

When she opened her eyes again, Yan Fei was already standing in front of her, smiling at her.

"senior."

Ji Ningshuang stood up and bowed.

This gift doesn't matter. Yan Fei's rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale again, and the blood on the corners of her mouth was flowing again. It was not that the injury had not been healed, but that she could not bear 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 she cannot ignite the musk in front of Ye Fan’s tomb.

Just because she is the emperor.

Her etiquette can be borne by anyone except the Supreme.

This is the law of darkness.

In the dark, there is a kind of order that the emperor cannot reverse.

"I will resurrect him and bring him back to earth."

Yan Fei smiled, gentle and gentle.

She left, gradually drifting away.

Reflecting the vicissitudes of life, there will be such an obsession that it is exclusive to the Emperor Chen.

Many years ago, the moment she realized that she was dreaming, she had a certain enlightenment: this life is destined to die for one person.

She carved the Dream Mark and made the Dream Contract by her, not only Ye Chen, but also her husband, and the Emperor Chen of the Great Chu. She had hesitated and hesitated whether to exchange his life for Ye Chen or Xuan Chen.

In the end, she chose the former.

Ye Chen is the great saint body and the god of war in the heavens. The meaning of his existence is far more mysterious than that of the heavens. In other words, between the heavens and love, he chose the people.

Not everyone has this kind of enlightenment.

She was also tired and wanted to return to her roots. She wanted to chase Xuanchen as soon as possible. Resurrecting Ye Chen would be her only belief in life. This is her mission and will help the people complete it.

"It's out."

Seeing that Yan Fei came out of the mountain, everyone from all over the world stood up together.

Through the vastness, you can see the dreamy figure of Yan Fei, with white clothes and white hair, just like a fairy coming from the dream. There is always Ye Chen's figure on him, as if he is looming.

As she walked, Yan Fei disappeared. An attempt to summon someone to dream was not very successful. She still needed more years of understanding to complete the heaven-defying forbidden method.

"Grandpa, will Concubine Yan die?"

"Yes, the moment when the holy body reappears on earth is the time when her soul returns to the nine heavens."

"For life...for life?"

“Everything comes at a price.”

The conversations between the younger generation and the older generation are one after another.

The secret of dreams is well known to the world.

After that, there was a sense of grief and the world was covered with twilight.

Yan Fei left for ten years.

In ten years, people have never seen her again. It seems that the world has evaporated, and even the empress has gone to search for her in person, but she has disappeared.

In the eleventh year, Nan Ming Yushu and others all reshaped their souls and all made immortal bodies, each of which burst into tears.

At night, the small bamboo forest of Jade Girl Peak is in a slump and a twilight cage. It is to worship the fox fairy, as well as Ye Fan and Ye Chen.

In the twelfth year, Di Xuan woke up.

"aunt."

When he came to Hengyue again, Ye Ling's call made Di Xuan laugh with tears. It changed a lot. It was the first time that he had the tenderness of his family. Whether Ye Chen was her brother or not, she admitted this affection.

Compared to her Emperor's brother, the tenth emperor of Dachu, it seems to be more reliable.

At least, Ye Chen kidnapped a bunch of sisters-in-laws for her, asking the emperor to have an emperor, asking the empress to have an empress, and there is a young emperor-level niece, and the home is lively.

In the thirteenth year, the devil king Kui Yujiang was resurrected.

At night, he carried a wine pot and sprinkled a piece of turbid wine in front of the stone statues of the emperor and the king. The Nine Emperors of Great Chu and the Nine Kings of Great Chu were the only ones left. His mood was extremely sad. I recalled the glorious years of the past and wasted too much time.

In the 14th year, the Son of the Sun and Moon and King Wu of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty all returned to the world.

When people saw him again, they went to worship in front of the statue of the sons of the emperors of the heavens. There were many stubble on his mouth, and his long hair was silver threads. They stood side by side without saying a word. They stood for nine days before turning around silently.

In the fifteenth year, Long Jie opened his eyes with tears in his eyes.

The Canglong clan was almost wiped out, including him, and there were less than ten people left in the entire race.

The talk of the past is also taciturn. He always sits alone in front of the grave of the Spiritual Goddess in the dead of night, and his wife is also among the heroic souls of the sky.

Only when the yin and yang are truly separated can he know what love is and truly forget who Yao Chi is. In his memory, his wife is full of his wife, looking back at him and smiling.

The rings of the world have not stopped rotating due to sadness.

In the next ten years, most of the remnants of souls were found by Ji Ningshuang in her early years, and they all returned to the world.

But those are only a small part, and fewer than those who died in battle are negligible. The emperor is not omnipotent, and sometimes, what he can do is indeed limited.

Twenty-five years have passed.

During this period, the empress had never left the Jade Girl Peak, and she sat on the top for twenty-five years.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

There was a buzzing sound beside her.

It was an imperial weapon, or to be precise, a broken imperial weapon. It took her twenty-five years to see that the imperial weapon was reshaped and formed, and it was in shape. The imprints and mind hidden in the imperial weapon still needed countless years of worship to recover.

That night, she sent the imperial weapons out of Jade Girl Peak, like divine lights, flying to their respective ancestral lands.

It has been twenty-five years, and she stepped out of Hengyue for the first time, walking endlessly in the starry sky, looking for Concubine Yan.

Back then, after Yan Fei left, she never showed up again.
To be continued...