The fifth generation of the evil emperor: "You guys are a hair!" Now there is an immortal emperor! Do you see me, I'm like a mouse crossing the street in the Xuanyuan world, everyone shouts and beats. I can't even get along in the Xuanyuan world! ”

At this time, the four evil emperors all began to carefully look at the five generations of evil emperors.

Evil Emperor Generation: "What's the situation, now the cultivation of the early stage of the Immortal King has reached this point in the Xuanyuan World?" ”

At this time, the Evil Emperor Generation said in disbelief.

When the Evil Emperor Generation was still alive, in the Xuanyuan World, it was calling for wind and rain and doing whatever he wanted.

But I didn't expect that since the death of the Evil Emperor Generation, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the Xuanyuan world. Now that their group of evil emperors have been resurrected, let's see how they continue to do whatever they want in the Xuanyuan world in the future.

On the tenth day of October in the tenth year of bloodthirsty, Ye Chen's cultivation level had reached the level of the Immortal King. And the cultivation level of the five evil emperor old guys had also broken through to the level of the Immortal Emperor, and at this time, Ye Chen had already dealt with all the affairs of the Venerable Spirit World.

At this time, these guys are ready to go to the Xuanyuan World to pretend to be forced. As the saying goes, people don't pretend to be young.

"Xiao Yezi, after such a long world, I'm already hungry and thirsty, and this dog master is going home to abuse vegetables."

Erha came to Ye Chen's front and shook his tail and shook his big tongue.

After Ye Chen broke through to the first level of human immortal cultivation and entered the fifth layer of the Linglong Pagoda, he discovered the stealth secret technique, which even the cultivation level powerhouses above the Immortal Emperor could not discover.

And Ye Chen was still practicing the exercises in the fifth layer of the Linglong Pagoda:

Phantom Fist, ten stars achieved.

Ziyang step, ten stars achieved.

Ten stars are achieved.

Purple Mist Holy Art, ten stars achieved.

Mystic holy arts, ten stars achieved.

Later, after Ye Chen broke through to the cultivation level of the immortal general, he entered the sixth layer of the Linglong Pagoda and found ten puppets, which could be controlled by his own mind, immortal and indestructible.

This discovery made Ye Chen ecstatic, ten puppets! You can do a lot of things, such as ten more followers with the same level of cultivation as yourself.

The cultivation level of these ten puppets is exactly the same as Ye Chen's cultivation level.

After Ye Chen explained everything, he could leave the Spirit World with confidence.

And handing over the entire Venerable Spirit World to Lin Yun to take care of, Ye Chen was still very relieved. After all, Lin Yun has been by Ye Chen's side for many years, and when it comes to the people Ye Chen values, is there anything wrong?

On the 10th day of October in the 10th year of the bloodthirsty year, Xia Shiliu left the last prose for the people above the spirit world.

The content of the last essay is:

Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death?

There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times.

Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children.

You should have said: Stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who does the shadow go to?

Hengfen Road, lonely when the drums, the smoke is still flat.

The soul is a little more groaning, and the mountain ghosts are crying in the wind.

The sky is also jealous, and the warblers and swallows are all loess.

Through the ages, in order to stay for the people, he sang and drank wildly, and visited Yanqiu.

I don't understand, the haze in the sky, is it your sadness or my sorrow? I once tried to count the injuries you gave with a smile, but in the end, tears flowed out of my eyes with a smile......

How good it would be if life was only as it first appeared.

The heart, always in the most painful moments, resuscitates;

Love, always at its deepest, comes to an end.

Encounters are always caught off guard, but they feel beautiful. Parting is always premeditated and sad. Walking all the way, too much beauty has become the past, all the thoughts have turned into a leisurely melancholy shattered in the heart, no matter how to pay, no matter how hard to try, the end can not be saved, love the past, but suffer from sadness.

After passing through the thorns and going through the wind and rain, who does not leave a few blood marks under his feet; Seven emotions and six desires are entangled in love and hate, whose tears do not cover the left eye, and the right eye flows together.

A parting song breaks the heart, and a parting word is desolate. It's too hard to forget you, it's too late to love you: it's too hard to want you, it's too late for the flowers to bloom. Looking back, love has come to an end. Thousands of concerns, thousands of feelings, thousands of loves, melted into a single thought. Constant missing, soft and thick whispers, with lovesick tears dissolved in the pen and ink. I have already imprinted your face in my eyes and hidden it in my heart, like a fool, like a drunk, like a reality, like an illusion; When I remember it, it is the deepest pain in my heart; Thinking about it is the greatest happiness in this life.

If there were no 500 times of looking back in the past life, would there be no gorgeous passing in this life, would there not be the most beautiful heart-to-heart encounter in this life, there would not be the songs and laughter of the past, and there would be no infatuation and hope in the present day; Like life, like the thought of death.

You are at the end of the sky, I am at the corner of the sea, in the middle of the water, and the veins are silent. But did you know? Looking at the autumn water, crying and breaking the soft intestines, who will be full of smoke and sand in the city? Crazy thoughts, broken thoughts, who guards the crazy thoughts into a lonely sea?

Life is deep and shallow, time is old and old, many past events have long been scars in the vicissitudes of life, sad paintings, painting endless thoughts of a lifetime. A prosperous life and a lonely life, a meeting a dream. If the flowers bloom and cherish each other, the flowers will not be separated. Not everyone who meets can know each other, not everyone who knows each other can know each other, and not everyone who knows each other can carry the hand of the son and grow old with the son.

Walked by, passed by, and finally passed each other. Miss the flower season, miss the rainy season, and in the end, we miss each other. Loved, loved, liked, said good and never gave up, but in the end it was just a child's play. I have been hurt, sad, hurt, and finally I cried to the end of the world. I thought about it, I thought about it, I worried about it, and in the end, I just looked at the autumn water.

Looking back at the twilight, the love, the love, the lovesickness, as if it has been a thousand years. One turn, two worlds.

A person guards a city, a heart guards an obsession, after the city is beaten by the wind and rain, the heart is eroded beyond recognition by the wind and rain, gradually, I have learned to support, learn to endure, learn to tolerate, learn to profound. I looked down on the warmth and coldness of human feelings, saw through the rolling red dust, saw through love and hatred, comprehended joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, looked down on the fate of the fate of the people, and got used to the coming and going of people.

A person watches the sunrise and sunset, watches the tide rise and fall, eats a porridge and a meal, tastes a tea and a water, sings a song and a song, and sings a poem.

Gradually, I feel that one year is older, one day is not the same, autumn and autumn, one generation urges another, one gathering and one parting, one thought and one sorrow, one joy and one sadness, one laugh and one madness, one cry and one broken bowel, one bed and one body lying, and one dream for a lifetime.

Let the sky laugh at me stupidly, let Mingyue laugh at me crazy, I miss and break my intestines, one finger of quicksand warms my intestines, kiss with the breeze, wander with the bright moon, get drunk with the flowers, and dance with the snow.