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"Something. Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, muttering to himself, he wanted to go in and take a look, but after thinking about it, forget it.

A black hole is not a good place, and if you don't have to, it's better not to go, and if you can't get in, you won't be able to get out.

"Gone. Zhou Tianyi turned around with a smile, shaped like a spring breeze, his clothes were not stained with dust, and he had already stepped out of the bamboo forest.

The son of the Eastern Emperor, if he is a mortal, has no monk's breath to reveal, and his edge is invisible, and he has long returned to his roots.

Ye Chen withdrew his gaze from the black hole, and looked at Nan Ying Yushu again, according to her speed, it would take a while to concentrate.

If it is not coincidental, there is a problem with the Dao, then it is necessary to integrate the Dao, and the time spent is uncertain.

He was empathetic, and turned into a doppelganger, one of whom was quite depressed here, leaving it here to chat.

"It's okay to tell more yellow jokes, she loves to listen to this girl. Before leaving, he didn't forget to pat the doppelganger.

"Not serious. Yu Shu scolded, if it weren't for the soul body at this moment, he would definitely run out and kick him.

Ye Chen didn't think so, shook his head and flew away.

As soon as he left, his doppelganger rolled up his sleeves, rubbed his hands and prepared to squirt, Ye Chen's urine.

The so-called yellow jokes, does he know a lot?

However, as soon as he went up, before he could speak, he was scolded back by Nan Ming Yushu with one word: Get out.

The doppelganger was embarrassed, squatting under the tree with his hands crossed, his eyes slipping, thinking about how to complete the task assigned by the deity.

Here, Ye Chen had already left the ancient city and went straight to Nanchu.

People fly in the air, they are all open-eyed, but he is good, he closes his eyes all the way, and he is not afraid of hitting the mountain.

Obviously, he was contemplating the Dharma Body of Holy War, and for many years to come, he would do this thing, and he would point to it and mix it up.

The divine treasure of the Emperor Wilderness is a treasure, a secret technique, which one is not to hang and explode the sky, such as the overlord appearance, such as turning the universe into dust, such as the holy war law body at this moment.

Xu is so focused that he has lost track of time.

So much so that he flew for three days in a row, still in Beichu, and if he flew like this, he couldn't go back for hundreds of years.

On the night of the ninth day, a boom resounded through the heavens and the earth.

bumped, this time it really hit, a towering mountain, neatly planked, stunned by him.

The mountains were hit, and he was naturally awakened, with an embarrassed expression, patting the dust on his body while stepping out of the gravel.

It's also a shame that there is no spirit on that mountain, if there is, I will definitely scold, Lao Tzu recruited you to provoke you, then the earth, you fucking went straight to me and crashed over.

Ye Chen still wants to scold? It's the same mountain peak, just because you are outstanding, you are so tall, you deserve to be hit by Lao Tzu.

With a sneer in his heart, he flicked his hand and sacrificed the portal door, and flew back to Nanchu, unless his brain was kicked by a donkey.

It's just that he didn't step into the domain gate, but subconsciously turned his head sideways and swept to one side, looking at it in a daze.

At the foot of this mountain, there is a small village, more precisely, a small village with no people, which has long been dilapidated.

"Fate?" Ye Chen smiled, with a touch of grief in his smile, and there were crystal tears flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, he lifted his foot and stepped in front of the village.

There, there is a stone stele, mottled by the wind and sand, and you can barely see the words on it: Shanshi Village.

Although the three words were vague, in his opinion, they were extremely dazzling, and his soul was in severe pain, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

For a long time, he was like a monument, standing quietly in front of the stone monument.

As far as he could see, his deep eyes were full of tears, and he was already full of tears, and tears flowed into his heart.

At last he did not speak, but lifted up his feet. Walk in slowly.

The village is not large, all of them are stone houses, most of which have collapsed, and the stone road under your feet has also cracked, and there are weeds and moss in the cracks.

He is like a tourist, walking all the way, looking all the way.

This should be a small village with simple folk customs, many grinding discs and water tanks, under the eaves, there are hoes and shovels, and the tools necessary for cultivation are very rough.

The wind and sand blew and stirred his gray hair and clothes.

In the same way, the wind also blew out the bones in the half-hidden sand, I don't know how many years I died, and I don't know why I died, but the body is here, and it must not be the end of life.

He knelt down, his palms trembling, on a piece of land, constantly brushing away layers of dust, as if looking for something.

This picture is weird, and the quasi-emperors of Tianxuanmen who watched it also looked stunned, who would have thought that the dignified Holy Lord of Heaven would go to a mortal village to dig a pit in the middle of the night.

"Oh no, I found a baby. The old man pinched his beard, "I saw it, and everyone who was moved cried." ”

For his speculation, the quasi-emperors directly farted.

They still know Ye Chen, Ye Chen's demeanor at the moment is obviously hurting, the kind that hurts into the bone marrow.

But they wondered what a dilapidated mortal village had to do with Ye Chen, and it was such a gaffe.

Under the attention of everyone, Ye Chen pulled out two bones from the dust, and held them in his hands with trembling arms.

Under the moonlit night, teardrops the size of beans fell on the bones, which were Ye Chen's tears, dripping all over his face.

As a ray of fairy light flew out of his hand, the two skeletons turned into ashes and floated into the two urns.

Holding the two urns, he walked to a stone house not far away, and gently pushed open the cracked wooden door.

The stone house is dark and very simple, only a stone table, a few stone chairs, an earthen kang, and a straw mat.

The only wooden table, facing the houses, standing against the wall, covered with heavy dust, on which was placed an incense burner, and on the wall was a portrait of a deity, the portrait was yellow, and it was not clear who was enshrined, but it must be the immortals in the eyes of mortals, and they were worshipped, praying for good weather and the well-being of their families.

The stone house is more of a spider web, one layer on another, there are no people, and even the spiders are gone.

But it was such a dilapidated and dark little stone house, but it caused Ye Chen to cry more, and he couldn't finish it.

He placed the two urns in his arms on the table, lit three musks, and inserted them in the censer.

Then, he took a step back, knelt on the ground, and choked up, "Father, mother, the child is back." ”

This father's voice, hoarse and vicissitudes, full of tears.

This father's voice, hearing all the quasi-emperors of Tianxuanmen, were all confused, and the plot reversal was beyond expectations.

"It's very surprising!" Donghuang said slowly.

"Is it really his father?" said the Emperor tentatively.

"It's like a fake. Donghuang Taixin gently flicked his hand and sacrificed a water curtain, in which the picture of Shanshi Village appeared, not at this moment, but from the year.

The Zhongshan Stone Village in the picture, surrounded by mountains and rivers, has beautiful scenery, and it is indeed a simple folk style, with curling smoke, men and women weaving, and a group of children playing and playing.

Through the water curtain, the quasi-emperors could still vaguely hear the sound.

They are all mortals, ordinary, wearing coarse linen clothes, eating coarse tea and light rice, but they are very happy.

However, all this comfort was shattered in one night: the village was mercilessly slaughtered by robbers.

The quasi-emperors were silent, they didn't know that Ye Chen's family in his previous life had such an encounter, and they never thought that the undefeated god of war, his parents would be so ordinary.

In the stone house, Ye Chen was still kneeling on the ground, choking and crying, and revealing his true feelings, which was difficult to imitate.

Yes, this is his home in his previous life, the ashes in the jar are his father and mother, who was robbed in his previous life, and the whole village, including his father and mother, were not killed, and only when he ran to the mountains for fun, he escaped the catastrophe.

Those pictures were all seen by him from the Wangxiang Tower.

Even if it was a previous life, he was also a father and mother, and his blood was thicker than water, so he could find out his father's bones extremely accurately, and no amount of power could erase the bloodline.

This is his roots, and his father and mother have been gone for too long.

And he, but he came too late and missed a reincarnation.

When he was a child, for countless nights, he curled up in the grass and cried, calling for his father and mother, and desperately snatching food from the mouths of wild dogs with his weak body.

Just as he said to Haotian Xuanzhen back then, his childhood was dark, people were hungry enough to eat their own children, too many pictures, engraved in his soul.

Seeing too much ugliness of human nature, he hates the sky so much, but he also has compassion for all sentient beings, and there is too much pain in the world.

In the dark stone house, he cried into tears, suppressing the emotions of a reincarnation, and finally broke out at this moment.

What about the Holy Lord of Heaven, and what about the undefeated God of War, he is also a person, and he is also the child of his father.

It's a pity that he can't see his father and mother anymore, and there are only those two jars of ashes, which carry all the dreams of his childhood.

This should be a period of cause and effect, the cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, no matter how great his magical power is, he can't recall his father and mother.

Everything, in the mountain and stone village in the previous life, turned into the dust of history, buried in the years, eternally frozen.