Banished Disciple’s Counterattack

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Vastness and vastness, darkness is boundless.

That small little universe is like a pearl embedded in nothingness.

Ye Chen is still not seen.

Turning decay into magic, he buried himself, melted into the universe, and became a universe.

I don't know which year, Cangji has two more grains of light.

Don't think they are small, but they seem to be alive, with the years, gathering bit by bit.

A hundred years.

They seem to have grown up. Since the light of the rice grains of that year, they have evolved into a round of the sun and a round of moon. The dazzling sunlight and the bright moonlight are shining on the world, and the dream is reflected in the bright light.

Then, it was the stars.

The vast night sky, dotted with stars, each flashing eternal light.

Since then, the little universe has day and night.

Day and night change, sun and moon reincarnation, the law of time is engraved, and it becomes a slap in the dark.

The years are still so long.

When the world changes greatly, and when the new day comes, more buds will emerge, and even the dry branches will grow branches and leaves at a rate visible to the naked eye. At a glance, they are full of vitality.

It is spring and everything is recovering.

Time is not old, Qiankun is changing, and Kuxia is lined up and stepped onto the stage of new history.

The sun was shining brightly, and the ground was burned and cracked.

March is fleeting, the breeze is more refreshing, and the sky is also flying slightly, which is the gloom of autumn.

The flowers and leaves withered, and the white clothes in winter are more dusty than expected.

The vigour of spring, the scorching heat of summer, the gloom of autumn, and the silence of winter each have their own styles.

On a quiet night, the sky saw dark clouds, and the lightning thundered.

It was raining and pouring rain, with the screaming wind, poured into the world.

This rain is a century away.

The rainwater converges with the source of life, gathers in gullies, forms rivers in rivers, and stretches across the vast land.

Wind, rain, thunder and lightning are all there.

However, Qiankun is in Nirvana, the rules are changing, and the entire universe is eternal.

The light of morning light is warm and peaceful.

Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the sea and the wilderness, it is a wonderful sight. The mountains are forested, the vegetation is rich, the male river is rushing, the stream is gurgling.氤氲 is also hazy, it has become a fairyland on earth.

Looking closely, everything reflects Ye Chen's shadow.

That's right, the magic of decay, the seeds of eternity, finally performed the universe of everything, everything can be called Ye Chen, he is eternal, also everything, is the creator of this small universe.

He still didn't show up.

The transformation has not been completed, the body blends into the universe, and the magic is moving towards the last step.

In winter, heavy snow flew.

The cold world was covered with a white coat, not stained at all.

Taikoo Honghuang has not known for a few days.

All the emperors crossed their knees, sitting on their positions, and did not forget to realize the Tao. They were not reliable, such as Xuan Emperor, Ghost Emperor, and Nether Emperor. If one is stronger, Tian Dao will be weaker, and the same is true in life. If they are strong, they will be weak.

For a moment, the emperors opened their eyes together and looked collectively towards the end of Taikoo.

The empress returned, covered in blood. When she came to the end, she did not stand firm in one step. She was almost exhausted. She was tired, but she was smiling but she had been resurrected a lot of supreme.

In the eyes of many people, she flicked her sleeves, and quite a few figures became visible.

At that moment, including the Divine Venerable, all subconsciously stood up, staring staringly at that side. It used to be the supreme of the ancient heavenly court. , One is better than one, one is more scary than one.

"It's an era."

Too many supreme old tears crisscross, before the ages of war together, in the blink of an eye, it is a cycle of years.

No old time.

The female emperor, with her eternal support, sacrificed the characters of Dunjiatian which were all lighted up, and each of them was a supreme. She was responsible for the fusion of supreme and heavenly characters. In this way, it was really resurrected and became the root.

"A good unknown, a good word."

Zi Tian murmurs, Kai Guang Dun Jia, Resurrection Supreme, and the word Tian become roots. In this process, she is a witness who has witnessed what is magical. Such things as this cannot happen in their universe.

The so-called heaven and earth, she has looked at the corner first.

Because of this, she looked forward to the Eternal Immortal Realm more, such as the sky, the unknown and the little baby are so weird, not to mention the real Eternal Immortal Realm. If one day, if the door of Eternity opens wide, she will look back. Stepped in, the moth threw the fire, without complaint and regret, just looking at the eternal glance.

puff!

When she was in a trance, the empress bleeds blood. She was beaten to death when she was unknown. She was nearly buried and was seriously injured. Jin Yu was defeated from the outside, and now she forcibly melted the word and hurt her foundation.

Hey!

Zi Zai sighed, walked out of the Emperor's Small World, took over some characters, and swayed freely, lying in the midair and sleeping supreme supreme, one person blended into one, and had already practiced his own way.

Obviously, she is helping.

Those who have done heavenly ways should have no desire for time, no anger or hatred.

"Thank you."

The Empress smiled tiredly, stepped back, and sat powerless on the rock.

"When the heaven is restored, there is no chance of waiting."

In the light of heaven, although the divine position has fallen, but the horizon is still there, after so long, how much of the universe of the universe has been understood, there is no one supreme god, and it is true that the war will be fought, and the heavens will be defeated.

"Good luck, great forever."

The Emperor whispered, and looked at Emperor Huang and Hong Yan.

The two have basically recovered and are still transforming.

This proves that Ye Chen is still there, and must be nirvana in a certain corner. He is not only the sword that slaughtered the gods, but also inherited the belief of the people. At that time, she could win a generation of holy demons, and now he will be able to slaughter heaven.

Since Zitian did not speak anymore, he continued to melt the word.

In the past, she also had an indestructible obsession like the emperor. Now, there is only a puppet-like humble desire, except for the eternal immortal realm. There is nothing else in the world that can make her mood fluctuate.

In a simple dialogue, both were silent.

That day, you are fighting for life, this time it seems to have become a close friend, and there is a kind of tacit understanding.

At the end, there are a lot of living supreme.

Seeing this, the younger emperor bowed his arms far away, only to hear the legend, but still saw the real man for the first time.

He once fought with Tiandou.

This ancient god, riding on the corpse of mountains, with the grief tempered by the sea of ​​blood, cannot be matched by future generations. It is really like a venerable **** of killing, from the Nine Nine, each of which is awesome.

"God executor, don't come unharmed."

The newly resurrected heavenly court supreme, all gathered at the altar of the seal generation saint.

After an epoch, their words have calmed down a lot. There is no monstrous roar, no roar from the soul, everything is so plain, it should have been a life and death, it has long been bearish, and now it returns. It is just to continue the unfulfilled long-cherished wish of the previous life.

"Every living beings are ants." A generation of holy demons smiled.

And this line seems to be his exclusive, no matter who comes, he will come out and take a walk.

In his view, it is not the emperor level, and it is no different from the ants.

This point, the emperors did not refute, too lazy to refute, and will fight against Tian in the future.

After standing for a long time, the emperors left.

Quite a lot of mountains, more of them, all cross-legged, are enlightened, are fighting for the barbaric emperor position, the previous life does not know whether it is defeat or victory, now again, it is necessary to fight a grand battle.

Small universe.

The snow is still falling, and for a thousand years, the whole world has been dyed to white.

Until a certain day, the falling blood flower turned into a ray of light.

It is the eternal light, such as Lingtian fairy rain, pouring into the world and nourishing the universe.

Everything returns to spring.

A new life is born, and this new life refers to not only everything but Ye Chen.

This Nirvana took thousands of years.

And he eventually turned decay into magic, and created the legendary myth.

In the vast land, he reshaped the adult.

It is still the ancient holy body, the eternal real body, which is more immortal than before going to bed, and the bright radiance blooms on him; the breath of all things surrounds him, and the universe and rules are all imprinted and engraved. In the deepest part of his soul, that is also the mark of this universe.

"Heavenly way."

Ye Chen closed his eyes and whispered comfortably, breathing the breath of heaven and earth, consciousness fluttered, and Shenyou was too empty.

boom! Rumble!

Every time he took a breath, the earth shone and thundered, the earth hummed, rivers rolled, gusts of wind screamed, heavy rain fell, and everything collapsed, with no signs of manifestation.

In other words, everything in this universe moves because of him.

As long as he wants, only one thought can make the sea turn into a mulberry field; and only one thought can make the universe die.

This is heaven, heaven, and the master of everything.

At this point, the heavenly path of Zhao Yun universe can be done, but it will disturb the rules and the universe.

Compared to these, the universes are accidents.

There is heaven, there is heaven in heaven, the authority is divided and weakened, and it cannot be destroyed in a single thought. In the final analysis, it is the sentiment between the sentient beings and the gods, and the weighing pole in the underworld has long been tilted.

"It's a wonderful feeling."

Ye Chen opened his eyes, and his eyes turned from chaos to eternity. The eternal transformation of thousands of years, eternity has been infinitely close to perfection, decaying the body, but magical Dao Yun, he is God, overlooking the world.

It is a pity that there is no one alive in this world except him.

However, one day, it will evolve, perhaps mortals, or immortals, but no matter how strong it is, it is no more than his heavenly path, a certain power of domination, and it will be wiped out at the fingertips.

"New civilization."

Ye Chen smiled, stepped straight up, walked all the way to see all the way, this is his universe.

During the walk, Dunjia Tianzi flew back around his side.

For some reason, the word of heaven is more gracious to him. Xu is that he blended the word "Dao". Perhaps it made it. No matter what kind of it is, it is enough for them to have spirituality, like a group of lively children.

After a pot of wine, Ye Chen settled on the top of the mountain.

The rules have been listed, and the world has suffered, and it has become a heavenly way, and it is self-sufficient to return to the heavens.

This time, he has a way.

It is still the way of dreams, the nirvana of thousands of years is not only the magic of decay, but also the enlightenment of the Tao for thousands of years. In this field, I do not know whether I can catch up with the footsteps of Yaochi, but his understanding of dreams back to eternity has been qualitative. His transformation has also been attributed to Cheng Tian Dao, so far, he has a certain privilege.

【Author's digression】: PS: I'm very sorry. For some reason, the original new book was postponed until 8pm.

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