Chapter 947

Early in the morning, the snow is still flying, to the vast world, covered with a layer of holy white.

At the top of the mountain, ye Chen and Chu xuan'er get up and walk on the vast land. They are all white clothes, white hair and white cloak, just like the snow.

I do not know when, two people appeared in an ancient city of northern Chu.

Just stepped into the noisy street, the moment became very quiet, all the people looked at them, holding the cup stopped at the mouth, open mouth forgot to close, raised the pace fixed in mid air.

Two people white hair flutter, gently walk, are silent, not because of the ancient city of tranquility and a little stop.

Until they left for a long time, the ancient city was still as silent as death.

The world is still so quiet, the two people's arrival and departure, leaving no trace, as if never appeared.

"I... I read it right!" I don't know how long before someone opened his mouth, "Ye... Ye Chen is still in North Chu?"

"Eight... Eighty percent."

"So blatant, don't you dare to be surrounded again?"

"Still, he's going to kill again."

Although the voice is small, it is like a thunderbolt from the sky, which makes everyone in the ancient city tremble.

Kill again?

All the people were shivering. Even though the past few days, the bloody picture was still engraved in their bones.

With the power of one man, millions of monks died in defeat. In northern Chu, there are many corpses and rivers of blood. Until now, the sky is still full of thick blood mist.

Ye Chen and Chu Xuan went on the road again. They didn't stop at all. They came and went, just like the flying snow, leaving only a touch of white shadow in the world.

However, their appearance, but let the northern Chu become panic stricken.

Every time you arrive at an ancient city, there will be silence, and then the sound of boiling like the sea tide.

"Ye... Ye Chen again?" After hearing this, their faces turned pale.

"Quick... Quick, reinforce the mountain and protect the border. No one is allowed to leave the family." Soon, such a sound will ring, it is a terrible nightmare, let them dare not think about it.

"What are you waiting for?" In the main hall of the bloodthirsty hall, the soul eating King glanced at the bloodthirsty Yama. "This is the last chance."

"Millions of friars were killed and defeated and sent out again. The result is still the same." Blood thirsty Yan Luo's eyes are red with blood.

"If you can't do it with a few million dollars, you can't do it with 10 million yuan, or 20 million yuan." The soul eating king said coldly, "this man must die, or the blood spirit family will be a lesson for us."

"Ten million, twenty million, that's a lot of courage." Bloodthirsty Yan Luo sneered and looked at the king of soul devouring. "Even if there are so many monks in northern Chu, will they listen to my orders?"

"After all, you are afraid." The king's voice became gloomy.

"You're not the same." Bloodthirsty Yan Luo said coldly, "it's better for you to go to the devil Kingdom and the nether world to kill Ye Chen, but please move the power of the kings."

"Do you treat the descendants of the emperor as ornaments?" The king's face was more somber, and there was a flicker in his eyes.

"What else do you talk to me about?" Bloodthirsty Yan Luo's face suddenly became ferocious. "Without the armies of kings, what can we do to kill Ye Chen, and then the blood will flow into a river?"

"You..."

In the vast world, ye Chen and Chu Xuan are still moving forward slowly, like a couple, on a romantic journey.

All parties in northern Chu were watching, but there was no movement. Even the bloodthirsty hall could not shrink out, which made the people of northern Chu feel very sad.

This is Wang's courage!

This is Wang's power!

Even though this was not the territory of Tianting, people came, and there was no cover at all. In this way, all the big forces in the northern Chu Dynasty were so scared that they didn't even dare to go out.

The Lord of heaven is a great power.

Yes, they are. They are afraid. The people who are killed are afraid.

Under everyone's attention, those two white clothes back figure, walked out of the friar world, stepped on the mortal world.

Nanzhao palace, an old man in the twilight, is wiping the snow on a tombstone with his sleeve. His eyes are muddy and his back is bent in the snow.

If you look carefully, isn't he Liu Qingquan, the king of Nanzhao?

Now, he is gray haired, where there is a king, like an old man who is going to settle down.

Grandfather, where's your mother!

On one side, Xiao Ruoxi is very clever, and she is constantly picking off the accumulated snow with her small hands. She is still so pure and innocent, ignorant and ignorant, and does not know the pain of mortal world.

She went far away!

Liu Qingquan held the little girl in his arms. His muddy eyes looked at the distance, and his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes.

The pain in the world is nothing more than a white haired man sending a black haired man. Even if he is an emperor, he is still a mole ant, guarding the poor people and the poor tomb.Breeze blowing, with pieces of snow, ye Chen slowly appeared.

Big brother!

The little girl raised her pink face and her big eyes flashed at the sudden appearance of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen smiles slightly, touched her small head, then looked to Liu Ruyan's grave.

In the heavy snow, he stood there like an ice sculpture, motionless, letting the snowflakes float all over the body.

My name is Liu Ruyan!

All of a sudden, he heard this sentence in his ear. His eyes were blurred, as if he could still see the beautiful image of playing the piano for her. Now she is inside, he is outside, and the world of mortals is in the middle.

I will remember!

He gently stroked the tombstone, and the last words Liu Ruyan said to him lingered in his mind. With tender feelings and pain, he said goodbye to the world of mortals.

He laughs the vicissitudes of life, the mortal woman, the earthly affection, destroyed her, but has achieved him.

"God, take her with you!" Liu Qingquan came trembling with a plain piano in his hand.

"I'm sorry." Ye Chen took over Su Qin, but his voice was hoarse.

"You saved her once three years ago, and she gave you back your life three years later. This may be the cause and effect of the immortal population." Liu Qingquan turned again and wiped the white snow on the tombstone with his sleeve.

"I owe her." The God of heaven bowed down to a mortal.

Snow fluttering, he put on the plain piano, quietly turned around, still holding a small hand in his hand, that pink Dudu small face, sometimes will look back at the gray haired Liu Qingquan.

Liu Qingquan did not turn around, but his eyes were full of tears.

Three years ago, he was the head of a small family.

After all, his daughter lost his dream for three years.

Outside the palace, Chu xuan'er stood like an ice sculpture, letting the snow drift.

She came to this country for the second time. She met a mortal woman and taught her the nine immortals, but she left a sad marriage.

Ye Chen came out, carrying the plain piano, holding Ruoxi.

Suddenly, her delicate body trembled for a moment, looking at the innocent and innocent girl, her beautiful eyes like water, flashed a trace of confusion.

Their journey, more a small figure.

On the vast land, there are three strings of footprints, such as willow smoke, ye Chen and Xiao Ruoxi on that day. The sun sets in the west, and their back is very warm, just like a family of three.