Chapter 2398

With the suppression of the flood and famine, the curtain of the war which swept all over the sky came to an end.

All parties have set foot on their way home. Although the famine was suppressed, the world can not be happy. Instead, tears linger in their eyes. They are tired, vicissitudes and sad. They are full of faces. They are speechless all the way. Only sobbing and sobbing can be heard.

When you think about it, there is no winner.

There were heavy casualties in the flood and famine, but the sky was filled with mountains of bones and rivers of blood.

The beautiful mountains and rivers are full of ruins, covered with scarlet blood. There are too many heroes and bones left. Too many heritages have been killed to extinction by the flood and famine. Too many living creatures and ancient stars have been destroyed and left homeless.

The big Chu under the moon, the blood mist flies, is caged by the sorrow.

The great Chu friars gathered together, the guardian God of the great Chu, the emperor of the great Chu, the holy master of heaven, and the commanders of all departments were present. They stood on the border of the South and North Chu. Facing the ruins of the southern Chu city wall, a lot of wine was shed, and countless people were in tears. The bloody city wall buried too many souls.

On that night, a stone tablet named hero's tomb was erected again in the great Chu, with names engraved on it. Some of them were reincarnated, some were killed by the invasion of demons, and some were buried in the great famine war. Some were alive, while others were just personal names.

Like the great Chu Kingdom, the nether world, the xuanhuang continent, the star regions, and the ancient stars all set up heroic steles, with fruit offerings, musk sticks, and wine sprinkled to commemorate the dead in battle. The whole starry sky was filled with wails.

A raging war has washed the sky into bloody and devastated ruins.

After the war, the years of recuperation came.

The friars of heaven who gathered for the war in the flood and famine all took the mortals with them, and each of them went to the four directions. With blood and tears, they set foot on the journey of returning to their hometown and rebuilding their homes.

In addition to these, it is the living creatures in all fields that have opened up their own ancient stars. Their hometown has become a place of exile, while the starry sky in the sky has become a new home.

Everything is going on in an orderly way, and the real recuperation.

Just as after the invasion of the demons, there will be no great wars for a long time to come. The only reason is that there is a god of war named Emperor Huang. He is not only a symbol, but also a huge mountain, guarding the people and guarding the heaven.

Day after day, the bloody atmosphere of the war gradually dissipated, and the haze of the twilight days also disappeared. The bright moonlight and bright starlight poured into the world.

In the past, the sky was empty and deserted, and there were more fireworks in the world. Every living and ancient star had its own shadow. In the process of recuperation, it continued to inherit in one pulse.

Fortunately, there are not a few resources swept away from the flood and famine. The consumption of war can be barely replenished. The universe is boundless and vast, and the resources to be developed are innumerable.

This is a pure land in the world, dense and hazy, full of peach blossom trees, the peach blossom hidden in the deep, is a row of clean bamboo rooms, covered with years of dust.

The moonlight was scattered and all was silent.

Under the old tree, Emperor Huang sat quietly. He had already changed his blood clothes. He was dressed in plain clothes. He did not have a Friar's breath. He looked like a mortal. He held a knife in one hand and a wood block in the other hand. His eyes were full of warmth. Each knife was engraved with traces of years, which made his moon war vivid.

This peach blossom forest is his home. In a certain time before ancient times, there was a man named Emperor Huang and Yue Shang. He lived here like a couple of gods and fairies. He did not care about worldly affairs, regardless of human cultivation. He was like an ordinary couple who worked at sunrise and stopped at sunset.

In the blink of an eye, I don't know how many vicissitudes have taken place. The emperor's famine is still there, but the empress of Donghua is not there. All that remains is this peach blossom forest and the memory of the vicissitudes like a dream.

"Moon, I'm back. When will you go home?"

Emperor Huang's eyes, more tears, holding the knife hand, can not help but tremble.

A moon, the way does not waste the earth.

Who said the supreme without tears, who said that the emperor was heartless, no matter how many years, also can not cover the name of the moon, that dreamlike image, long ago, it was engraved on his soul.

That's his wife. It's hard to see her smiling.

Night, gradually deep, Emperor Huang engraved engraved, then fell asleep, crooked to under the old tree, a wisp of black hair hanging down, covered half of his face, but could not cover the traces of years.

At the moment, he is no longer a world-famous emperor's famine, but an ordinary man. Only in this peach blossom forest can he sleep so peacefully, and find the comfort of his soul. He will fall into a dream and find the man who has been gone.

All of a sudden, Zixuan turned into a human figure and squatted under the old tree to remove the long hair scattered from the emperor's wasteland and gently brushed his face, as if to erase all the wounds for him.

"Empress, the emperor is home. You can see him."

Her eyes, lingering water mist, in the moon, condensation into frost.

Her tears, also the tears of Donghua empress, are full of women's tenderness and carry a touch of sad beauty.

The female emperor's remnant soul, also has her sentiment, also loves Emperor Huang.Unfortunately, she is not Donghua empress after all, and she only dares to touch his face secretly in the dead of night. In the hazy tears, there is always an old picture: a god of war named Dihuang, who is blocking up the wasteland of heaven, protecting the way for his lover, and fighting to the end of his life.

Oh!

A sigh from the ethereal, from the underworld emperor.

This emperor, the end of the emotional tone, although the mouth sigh, but the emperor's eyes are bright, holding his precious version, study again and again, is no longer shameless.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine covered all the heavenly gates of the great Chu, and covered the ruined mountains and rivers with a peaceful coat. Every flower, grass, mountain and water was stained with luster.

How comfortable!

Every big Chu people, stretching out the door, will come to such a sentence.

It's really comfortable. Without the Honghuang people and the emperor, there is an unprecedented sense of security. All the people are full of glory, and they are full of vitality. They have never felt that the world is so stable that there is no need to worry about the war and the future.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The silence was finally broken by the roar.

The noise came from hengyuezong. There were always some talented people who got up early and were not willing to be lonely. So they began to throw land mines at the mountains and call people to get up.

"Throw mine bombs early in the morning, fool!"

"Fatso, I know it's you. I'll kick you to death."

"Xie Yun, are you sick?"

Before the dawn of the day, such curses will ring all over the world. The talents of Hengyue are still so energetic that they always do some shameless things inadvertently.

Compared with the outside world, the jade girl peak is particularly warm.

The girls get up quite early and gather on the stove, like Gentle Wives preparing breakfast. Xiao YeFan and Xiao Yanglan are innocent and brilliant, like two elves, playing on the grass and giggling all the time.

The female saints' body is also there. She is still such a big leader. She is sitting under the old tree and chewing on the fruit conscientiously. Her appetite is as big as ever.

"Little mother, is that enough?" Ye Ling is very understanding. He has moved two baskets. I don't know why such a small person can eat so much, or does he have a large amount of food for the holy body?

"Don't call me mother. I'm not your mother." The female saints' two small hands hold spiritual fruit, and the food is delicious. Ordinary people can't afford such talents as her.

"Dad told me that you two had sex, and that you called a thief nice. In bed, he was a lively one." Ye Ling squatted down and laughed again.

In a word, the big eyes of the female saints' body and spirit were suddenly ignited. They glared at the top of the Jade Maiden peak, their pink faces, and a touch of blush flashed by.

When you go to see the top of the Jade Maiden peak, ye Dashao is there. If the old monk sits in meditation, he looks solemn and does not move. When he returns to Dachu, he goes to the top of the mountain. It takes more than ten days to sit there.

At the moment, he was not in the state of primordial spirit. It took him four months to rebuild his holy body.

Although he has not yet passed through the quasi emperor's robbery, his breath is extremely majestic. Under the golden light of the cage, the holy body is like gold casting, and there are visions and illusions all over the body, which seem to be hidden as if it is present. A series of chaotic Dao rules are entangled in his body. Listen carefully, and you can hear the sound of the heaven.

Looking at its head, the chaos God tripod is floating, buzzing and trembling. Its master has advanced to the quasi emperor's realm. As the life weapon, it has also advanced to the quasi emperor's army. It is so huge and heavy, simple and natural, and more extraordinary than before. Just like the master, it is evolving the Tao. Only when ye Chendu the natural calamity of emperor Zhun and its Nirvana transformation can it be completely completed.

Also active are immortal fire and sky thunder.

Especially the immortal fire, the thief has vitality. It goes up and down around Ye Chen and melts the primitive divine fire. Its level rises again, and the source of chaos is more refined and golden.

Unfortunately, it is still unable to degenerate into the fire of chaos. If we say that its current rank is similar to the peak quasi emperor, the difficulty of turning into chaos fire is the same as that of the peak quasi emperor's conferring the throne. Although it is infinitely close to the chaotic fire, the nirvana of the last step is the real natural moat. Maybe Ye Chen and his poor life will not be able to cross it.

With the breeze, ye Chen Sheng's body trembled slightly.

In the dark, he seems to see a golden pattern, which is the curse seal of the emperor's way, which is said by the Emperor Huang. He wanders in the depths of his soul and seems to be invisible and invisible.

Today, he can't exert the power of the curse seal. As Emperor Huang said, only the rebellion against the flood and famine can have its real effect. If he wants to destroy the family, he can only think about it.

I don't know when, just see him open eyes.

At that time, he saw two gods, which seemed to be in essence, burst out of his eyes and poked out two holes in the void space. The bright golden eyes were so terrible that only one eye could destroy a great saint, which was the power of the quasi imperial holy body.

However, the pupil strength is exhausted, and his six samsara eyes are still in the self styled.

Although the immortal light is restrained, his eyes are calm, as deep as the starry sky, twinkling with golden starlight. Although there is no wave in ancient well, there is Tao implication evolution, which can not be seen through at a glance."The power of tyranny." Ye Chen light Nan, gently clenched his fist, the space in the palm, crushed burst, between the palm and finger, there is a silent lightning tearing.

A monk's realm is a realm of heaven and earth. He is not comparable to a great sage in the peak before he has passed the robbery. He has a kind of self-confidence and can kill the peak quasi emperor. Naturally, the peak quasi emperor referred to here is an ordinary peak quasi emperor, such as the nine Emperor Gods and generals.

Perhaps, only through the calamity of the emperor to be, can we be qualified to fight against the quasi emperor at that level.

When he thought of the calamity of the emperor to be, he could not help but feel a headache. The 64 emperor's laws and regulations, and what kind of lineup, could he break through? It was a matter of life and death for him, who had not yet done a good job in crossing over the robbery.

Slowly closed his mind, he called the fire.

Quietly looking at the immortal fire in his palm, his expression is hard to cover his grief. It seems that he can see a beautiful shadow through the flame, looking back and laughing at him.

It was NianWei, a former disciple of Xingyue palace and the princess of ruotang Zhuque family in this life. She sacrificed herself at a time of crisis to help the Taichu divine fire merge with the immortal fire.

If it was not for her, he would not have been able to advance against the heaven to become the emperor, let alone the emperor of Ming was in short supply. If it was about the project, she would have been the greatest meritorious official who had saved all the heaven in the world.

This is a great kindness, heart bursts of pain, the third generation let people wait for 60 years, death did not wait for him, this life, and sacrifice for him, the cause and effect of his two people, no matter how hard to cut off, and he Ye Chen, owe this woman, also difficult to pay off.

"She may come back to life." The ethereal female voice sounded, and a beautiful image fell from the sky. After a closer look, it was Emperor Zun's younger sister, Dixuan, along with other gods and generals. Except for the first general who was buried in the disaster, the others came.

"Can you save her?" Ye Chen hurried forward, full eyes hope.

"If you sacrifice yourself, she will have a trace of soul, in the fire of the early days." Emperor Xuan said softly with a smile, "I can't do anything with my way, but your ancestors can."

This time, ye Chen's eyes are full of bright light. How can he forget the emperor's famine? It's a great holy body. The Tao and the heaven are connected. There's no reason why he can't be saved.

When it comes to the emperor's famine, it has disappeared since the suppression of the flood and famine.

Ye Chen guessed that most of them had gone to the hometown of the female emperor of Donghua. It has been an endless time since she came back. She wanted to remember that one day she would come to Hengyue. It was only a matter of time before NianWei was revived. If the emperor could not save her, the ghosts would not believe it.

For a moment, ye Chen's sad look is covered up by hope. Resurrecting NianWei is hope. At least, he can have a chance to return his gratitude and the ancient cause and effect may be over.

He was in such a state of mind, but he didn't say a word. He looked at him like that. His eyes were quite strange, mixed with various emotions, including vicissitudes, memories, excitement, and tears.

These are the samsara of the sun and the leaf! Emperor Zun is his first generation, and he is emperor Zun's ninth generation. The shackles of reincarnation are constantly cutting. Looking at him is just like looking at Xianwu emperor Zun.

Ye Da Shao picks eyebrow, the whole body that is staring at is unnatural, the back is still chilly.

"I suggest that we beat him up!" The six gods will be meaningful.

"This... Is not suitable!" The seventh general, the eighth general and the ninth general said that, but they were not idle. They were already smoothing their sleeves. Outsiders could see that this was a fight! Well, to be exact, it's to hit someone, a man named Ye Chen.

"It's time to beat me up and be proud." Third, the general touched out an iron mallet and gasped at the iron bar, polishing it.

"When I peeped at the fairy bath and pulled my bag, I was chased and killed all over the world. I'm very upset about this." The fifth God will say, touched out a bundle of fairy rope, it seems, to a large and small tied, and then find a crooked neck tree hanging.

"To be honest, I've long wanted to hammer him." The fourth God will take a hard breath, "in those years did not, today, I have to teach him how to behave."