Chapter 1667

A Chu Xuan, a wait for me, love for thousands of years, words do not make vicissitudes, do not miss, only years to wait.

Ye Chen raised his little foot, in his eyes, only Chu Xuan, smiling tenderness, as if to say: don't be afraid, I'm coming.

First step down, a strange scene appeared, two or three-year-old he was turned into a teenager in an instant.

It's not transformation, it's growing up.

In the second step, he was tall and turned into a young man with eyes like stars and black hair like waterfalls.

"I... I read it right!" Seeing ye Chen's youth appearance, the four sides were startled and many people were rubbing their eyes.

"What's the situation? It's Ye Chen."

"He really survived with only one breath left."

"Accident, what an accident. It's really an eye opener today."

"Look, I'll say it's familiar." Little ape emperor a jump three Zhang high, how how how shout, bright eyes shining.

"Nirvana again?" Kui Niu scratched his big head.

"Is she your wife, too?" I'm worried and sad.

"Not good!" Dragon robbed frown, "emperor Zhun and the great sage are hung several, let alone the heaven level of him."

"That's a dead end. You seniors, how can you let him step on the bridge?" Small nine immortals drum small mouth, looked to East Huang Tai Xin and Nine Emperor and so on.

The emperor did not speak, knowing that it was a road of no return.

However, they were helpless, and Dachu couldn't help at all.

Moreover, ye Chen chose this road of no return. The emperor of the great Chu had the right to choose his journey.

"Changed again." The voice of shouting and shouting, one after another.

All the visitors, whether old or young, or nuns or nuns, were staring at the naiho bridge.

On the bridge, ye Chen's pace does not decrease, and the third step has already stepped out. He, who was originally in the form of youth, instantly turned into middle-aged.

Then the fourth step, his black hair, a wisp of snow-white, straight body, also slowly bent down, middle-aged form faded, became a gray old man.

Four steps, as if a hundred years, Leng is he out of the four age forms, looking at the four sides of some ignorant.

For the first time, he settled down and his mouth was bleeding.

It is true that every step, the pressure will be a strong point.

Only four steps later, he felt that he had pressed an eight thousand foot mountain on his back to crush him.

Looking at Chu Xuan, he smiles and walks again.

At this step, the sound of bone breaking came out of his body.

Another step, his holy body split, cracks, gushing blood, golden, very dazzling.

Another step, his body, turned into a handful of fly ash, leaving only an illusory spirit, swaying on the bridge.

"You son of a bitch, come back quickly." Kui Niu couldn't sit still. He hissed and drank. Ye Chen took another step, and most of them died. The pressure of Naihe bridge was not that Tianjing could bear.

"If you don't want to die, don't try to be too strong." Little ape emperor also opened to scold, want to rush up, but be imprisoned by ape emperor.

"Brother ye, think twice." The southern emperor also advised him that he had not really fought with Ye Chen, but he did not want the world-class hero to fall on the damned Naihe bridge.

"Please, come back." Beisheng's voice was beseeching. His hands were clenched tightly, and the mist in his eyes was lingering. In the moonlight, he condensed into frost. He was afraid that in the next moment, he would turn into dust.

"Come down, I'll let you touch my chest." In her impatience, the little nine immortals made such a startling sentence. She could hear jiuxiao's real person stagger and her audience's sidelights. She was really sensible.

"Try your best, don't try to force it." East Huang too heart light language, sleeve jade hand, also really pinch a cold sweat.

The ninth emperor opened his mouth, but swallowed it back. Finally, he wanted to talk but stopped.

Although he was in contact with Ye Chen for a short time, he was well aware of his temperament.

The young man who died holding the battle flag of the big Chu was so persistent that no one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.

The four sides of attention, ye Chen did not speak, but turned out to be flesh again.

His form, once again changed, one after another of long snow-white hair, one after another into blood color, a drop of bright gold blood, a drop of covered with black light, incomparably strange.

Looking at his eyebrows, there is an ancient holy line slowly portrayed, which is a symbol of immortality and injury.

"This... This can open the blood relay limit?" On one side of the crowd, the old fisherman with his hand in his hand grinned.

"How many times has this happened? If you don't die or get hurt, you can open it as soon as you say it?"

"Even if the limit of blood succession is opened, it is still a heavenly realm after all."

"The emperor to be is dead. It's hard for him to cross the bridge." The old emperor to be shook his head and sighed, and could not bear to see it again.

But as soon as he said this, on the Naihe bridge, there was a tyrant's gas spreading, and the real quasi emperor's pressure.

"Well, Dacheng holy bone is here to help." There are too many people holding hands. It's no wonder that the blood limit has been opened. What can shock them? Holy body is abnormal."Now we can be the emperor of steel, and with the limit of blood inheritance, most of them can create myths and break the bridge of nanahe."

"Hang." Little ape emperor a voice howling earth shaking, startled people around a burst of urine tremor, a voice to too abrupt.

"Hang." Kui Niu and the earth Wu Xiong, they also follow the coax, carried out the banner, in for ye Chen swagger.

"Hang." The young friar from all directions also lit up his voice, and the howling was higher and higher, which made the starry sky tremble.

"The heavens are not without one." A group of old guys are also excited, all rolled up their sleeves, howling blood boiling.

Everyone wants to see the holy body and create myth again.

"I wait. I'm old." The Nine Emperors of Chu shook their heads and laughed. They thought that they were inferior to the younger generation. This was not their time.

"I'm... Old, too." Dong Huang Tai Xin stretched out her jade hand, put down the woman's reserve and took the sword God's arm.

The sword God smiles, and the myth of heaven is full of tenderness.

They should be lucky to have spent their time together.

And ye Chen, but to experience the test of life and death, for that love, hard to move forward, even if on a road of no return.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a boom, slow and rhythmic.

It was Ye Chen's walking sound. His body was as heavy as mountains and mountains, and his steps were heavy, and the bridge trembled.

Looking from afar, his back is magnificent and his whole body is full of golden light. His domineering holy body is just like gold casting.

He is the God of war. He is the God of war. His existence is a myth.

With a click, a piece of jade slips, which were forbidden to remember the immortal light, were crushed by him. The sound was clear and audible.

Memory Fairy Light flies to the opposite side, not into the heart of Chu Xuan's eyebrows.

It can be imagined that the picture of Chu Xuan's unsealing did not appear.

She is still standing quietly, indifferent, no one's feelings, memory of immortals wandering in the sea of God, not into.

"It's invalid again." Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.

Memory immortal light can not be unsealed for reincarnation, such things, only three times, a red dust, a Ji Ning frost, a sunset, did not think, even Chu Xuan also.

Such changes, he did not expect, but let his eyes more firm, head up, step by step are robust and powerful.

In any case, he would go to the opposite side of the bridge. No matter if Chu Xuan could be released, he would take her home.

The bridge was shaking, humming and turbulent.

He also has the pressure, the pace becomes more and more heavy.

Vaguely, he could hear the sound of his holy bone breaking, and the holy body cracked again, bathed in blood.

With each step, the power of the world will be strong.

Every step is a bloody footprints.

Dachengsheng's bones help him, carry his weight hard, and his blood continues to dominate the boundary. He will not die or be injured. He will repair his wounds again and again.

He was close enough to the end of the bridge.

But his indomitable, as if infuriated the law in the dark, the power of annihilation is rampant, and the stronger pressure suddenly appears.

It's a very powerful force, mysterious and ancient.

It was that force that actually wiped out the limit state of blood relay.

There is no recovery without death or injury, and the holy body becomes bloody. There is always holy bone to help, and the legs are bent.

Only a few steps left, but it seems like an insurmountable natural moat.

"You can't step on it. Go back!" In the city of no tears, there is a ethereal female voice, which is aloof, distant and dignified.

"She is flesh and blood, how can she be merciless without tears."

Ye Chen roared, his eyes were red, his forehead was exposed, his legs were bent, and his proud head, which was lowered, was lifted up again.

With a bang, he stepped on the bridge, making the bridge turbulent.

His holy body broke open, his muscles and bones were exposed, blood flowed all over his body, and the flowers of Naihe bridge were dyed red.

"You have never looked down upon all living beings from above."

Another roar, ye Chen suddenly raised the sole of his foot.

His feet fell and his legs were broken, and his legs exploded. At the same time, blood and bone turned into blood mist.

The strong holy body, also fell, lying on the ground.

For a long time, he didn't get up again. He was too tired.

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

Without legs, he crawled with two hands.

Like a dog, the holy body of antiquity is as humble as a dog.

This picture, shocking, see the four sides also moved.

Too many male monks clenched their fists, and too many female nuns could not help but cover their Jade mouth, and water mist lingered in their eyes.

"Are you... So heartless?" Donghuang Taixin's eyes are cold, and her face is like frost. She stares at the city without tears."No tears, is merciless." Or that ethereal and indifferent words, from the city without tears, ring through the sky.

"Don't ask her. Even if he dies, he will still be the emperor of big Chu." Nine Emperor light a sound, look without joy and sorrow.

In a word, everything is quiet, the starry sky is as calm as death, some are just on the bridge, that sentence choked.

Ye Chen is still climbing, dim eyes, even tears are turbid.

Behind him is a trail of blood drawn from his remnant body.

Chu Xuan stood still like an ice sculpture.

Looking at her crawling, her delicate body trembles slightly, and her beautiful eyes like water show an ancient confusion.