Old Man Wu looked at Ye Xin, who was sitting cross-legged, didn't say anything, and turned around and fell asleep after a while.

In order to avoid waking up Old Man Wu, Ye Xin came to the slightly dilapidated courtyard, but the creaking door rang uncontrollably, and Old Man Wu said softly: "Child, wear more, be careful of catching a cold"

"I'll pay attention, Grandpa Wu, you should rest early" Ye Xin propped up the door with both hands, nodded to Old Man Wu in response, and then gently closed the door.

Although he was tightly wrapped in a torn cotton jacket, his weak body was still shivering by the cold wind of this hunting wind.

There was a chill between Ye Xin's eyebrows, even worse than the cold air. Since Chu Yu left with the envoy of Biluo Palace that day, the old emperor has disappeared again, and no one has seen his trace anymore.

After the cultivation was abolished, it was almost impossible to restore it, and the Dead Sea was almost completely closed, and it was difficult to perceive it.

Ye Xin stood in the snow in a daze, ignoring the snow piling up on his head and dyeing his hair gray.

"The last time I broke the invisible shackles in my body was because of this black stone, but now it is difficult to restore this to its original state" Ye Xin looked at a few mottled black stones on his wrist, because the old emperor really couldn't take it down, and according to his own observation, it was not of much use to Chu Yu's description, so he didn't try to get it down.

Unconsciously, Ye Xin has been reduced to a waste for more than half a year, and it has been two years since he left the tribe.

"Leaping Dragon Realm...... Leaping Dragon Realm...... Maybe it's about changing the physique and becoming a saint from mortal" Ye Xin seemed to have an understanding, thinking of the scene when he held up the black stone at that time, and said: "The Leaping Dragon Realm is constantly surpassing the limits of the human body!?"

"No, grandpa once said that living beings can develop all kinds of divine abilities in the Leaping Dragon Realm, just like source bones, some change blood, bone quality or similar to supernatural powers, unpredictable"

As he spoke, Ye Xin sat cross-legged in the snow, and his careful perception was comparable to that of the emperor and his ancestors. At this moment, Ye Xin's thoughts sank into it. A figure sat in the void, black hair dancing wildly, eyes opening and closing, the stars were born and destroyed, and thousands of wails were screaming, as if above all things, and the domineering aura filled the entire sky, making people daunting.

"I don't know how the ancestor compares with the Emperor Xuanyuan?" Ye Xin suddenly thought of this, with the domineering power of the ancestor, what would happen to the legendary Emperor Xuanyuan, who attacked first in the ages. Ye Xin shook his head, there are very few emperors in ancient times, it is the extreme realm on the road of cultivation, although he has not seen it with his own eyes, but from the words of the ancient books, he can know how the emperor exists, the heavens and all the worlds are respected, and the arch of ten thousand paths is invincible in an era.

"Almost every breakthrough of the ancestors is carried out in a desperate situation, as if fading out of another self, turning into vitality, like a new life!"

One seal after another until the phantom of Ye Xin's ancestor came out, just like the heaven and earth were extinguished, the vitality of the whole Tianyu was forcibly pulled, washing the body of the ancestor who was extinct in life, I don't know how long it has been, the body of the ancestor expelled the majestic vitality from the body, but it was just borrowing that vitality as a guide, completely relying on his own body, not relying on this Tianyu.

Ye Xin frowned, thinking about his own path, and said: "The devouring god in my body is devouring my life energy all the time, in the long run, don't say that if you cultivate the Yuelong, you will die in a few years!"

Ye Xin looked sick, like a terminally ill and terminally ill person, who had been supported by porridge and medicine for more than half a year, and his already not strong body looked even thinner.

"Whew!" Ye Xin exhaled a white breath, his lips were frozen purple, and he trembled all over, and came to the fire room to light a fire. After a long time, although he was still cold, his consciousness was mostly restored, Ye Xin picked up the rusty sword on the side, looked carefully at it by the firelight, and stroked the sword body, the mottled texture came to his mind in his fingers, which was no different from the ordinary sword body, the sword body was slightly wider, four feet in the whole body, and weighed about twenty or thirty catties. Although it is not heavy, it is a little difficult for Ye Xin to wield it now.

"I never thought you had been with me for two years" Whenever I meditate, people always have some sighs. Although the role of the rusty sword here is not very obvious, it has been two years since the land of the Supreme Clan, and everything has been seized by the Chu State, and now only this rusty sword is still by his side.

For Ye Xin's words, the rusty sword remained unchanged, just like a mortal soldier. Lying quietly in Ye Xin's hands.

Ye Xin felt as if he had made a decision.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and the entire imperial city was full of joy, and the old man Wu was full of red light, sitting next to the earthen stove to add firewood. Ye Xin skillfully operated the old knife in his hand to process all kinds of ingredients, under the temperature of this earthen stove, it was effortless for Ye Xin before, and now fine sweat is precipitated on his forehead.

As the oil in the pot was hot, the grunt was tumbling, and the dish was poured, and with a "poof", Ye Xin operated the greasy spatula and kept turning, slightly chef-like.

Looking at Ye Xin, the old man Wu smiled and added firewood to it, he has been celebrating the festival alone for many years, and today there are others who personally cook a table of good dishes, the old man is happy in his heart, his smile has not stopped all day long, and the wrinkles on his face are a little less.

After finishing the last course, Ye Xin picked up the hand that had cut the green coriander, and looked at the emerald green and slightly spicy embellishment, "Brother Ge, I survived!"

As he spoke, Ye Xin sprinkled the parsley on the dishes out of the pot.

As early as more than ten days ago, when he was able to go to the ground, Ye Xin already knew the fate of Ge Xiaosheng, Ling Chi was executed, and the corpse was hung at the city gate for seven days until the corpse emitted a foul smell. Ge Xiaosheng's hearty smile still stayed in front of Ye Xin, but it was rare to see it again.

After doing everything, Old Man Wu took out the incense paper to worship Emperor Xuanyuan, and Ye Xin stood quietly behind Old Man Wu.

After a few cups of hot soju, the old man Wu coughed, talking about his youth to middle age, people will always sigh when they are old. Ye Xin smiled and listened carefully, while putting vegetables into Old Man Wu's bowl, this was the most sumptuous meal in a year, although there was no delicacies from the mountains and seas, a few simple side dishes on the oily table also made people appetizing.

In the shelter, Ye Xin helped the old man Wu to the street to watch the fireworks in the imperial city, and the streets were full of people. Old Man Wu was wearing new clothes and his face was ruddy.

"Actually, my ancestor has a big background, but with the passage of time, the old man is left alone" The old man looked very indifferent, and said to Ye Xin on the side with a smile.

After the festival, life returned to peace, the old man's health deteriorated, and he even reluctantly carved the pattern with a knife, so he could only guide Ye Xin on what to do, fortunately, Ye Xin had a good understanding, and he was barely on the road to the carving in a month, although it was far less than the old man Wu, but it was also okay, barely able to make a living.

Every night, Ye Xin was contemplating the ancestors' cultivation and understanding, and he never relaxed for a moment. The body has not improved all the time, but it is getting weaker and weaker, although the Devouring God Scatter has weakened a lot under the suppression of purple qi for most of the past half a year, it is still devouring Ye Xin's life energy, faster than expected, it has only been a few months, and there is not much life.

Two dying men depend on each other. Until another month later, Ye Xin made a lot of wooden furniture day and night and sold it, leaving a lot of broken silver on the table, taking advantage of the late night, Ye Xin kowtowed to the old man in the room three times, which was regarded as thanking the old man Wu for saving his life.

As if he had decided something, after doing this, Ye Xin got up and walked towards a barren land, the imperial city is so big, and it is on the edge here, it is inevitable that there will be some depression, a large area of wasteland extends for several miles, overlooking the imperial city, like a scar lying here, it is the burial place of some poor families in the imperial city after death.

Ye Xin walked in it, and the low bags of dirt stretched for miles, and the weeds on them were overgrown, revealing in the snow.

In the depths, in this cold and biting weather, the yin qi is even heavier, and many of the graves that have passed in the past years are not even indistinguishable in shape, and even many white bones are scattered on the ground.

Ye Xin carefully found a vacant lot, pushed aside a piece of white bones, and apologized slightly.

"Recover in the dead silence, rise in a desperate situation, if it doesn't work this time, it's gone!" Ye Xin looked sick, but he was very resolute, and he was forced to a situation where there was no way out.

Old Man Wu got up and put on his coat and saw the things on the table, sighed softly, coughed and fell asleep again.

The cemetery was solemn, the wind was gusting, and Ye Xin stood in it, his sickly and delicate face covered with cold frost.

"It's been a year!! the old emperor of Chu State!"

Ye Xin stood, his hands constantly sealing, one after another strange seals were made. There was not a trace of spiritual power fluctuation, with a thick dead air.

Extinguish the Heavenly Skill!

In two months, Ye Xin got a glimpse of the way from the ancestors' perception comparable to the emperor, and unlike the fierce transformation of the ancestors, Ye Xin completely buried his own body, which was like committing suicide.

The entire cemetery fell into a dead silence, as if there were invisible ripples emanating from it, Ye Xin's hands sitting on the dry bones were still the last step in maintaining the seal, but the vitality was extinct, and the corpse sitting cross-legged quickly became cold in this cold weather.

In just one night, the corpse of Ye Xin, wearing a worn cotton jacket, was covered with snow.

Xin'er...... Dead ......"

In the tribe of the Eastern Wilderness, the man watched as the soul of the clan was shattered, gradually dissipating in this heaven and earth...... The eyes were cold, a monstrous killing intent rushed straight into the sky, the ground under the man's feet cracked inch by inch, turning into flying ashes, and the killing intent was permeated for thousands of miles, and some weak demon beasts directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, the ground shook and the mountains shook, a scene of doomsday.

"Enough!! no way!" The clan elder protected the tribe at the critical moment, and appeared beside Grandpa Ye Xin in an instant, holding his shoulder deadly, his white hair dancing wildly, suppressing the monstrous killing intent.

The murderous aura took a long time to converge, and the clan land supported by the formation pattern was in a mess, and the land around the tribe formed huge ravines one after another, like a bottomless abyss, and the sky tree fell into it, and it took a long time before a faint sound was heard.

The man stood quietly in front of the clan, his shoulder was held down by the clan elder, although the murderous aura was restrained, at this moment, whenever he looked at the man, he had a feeling of cracking his body.

"Little leaf, he ...... Dead ......" Huzi, who cultivated in the clan land, every time he entered the depths of the Great Wilderness to fight for life and death with powerful demon beasts, he never blinked even if he was seriously injured and dying, but at this moment, his eyes were cracked, his majestic body trembled violently, his resolute face was twitching throughout, and his ten fingers were buckled into the flesh and blood, letting the blood flow.

"I'm going to let the people who kill you be crushed to pieces!!" Huzi stood in front of the clan, his mournful voice almost hoarse. At this point, he lost his brother, and even after two years, the scabbard was still on his back, but the man was no longer there.