Chapter 1689: 3 years of cause and effect – BANISHED DISCIPLE’S COUNTERATTACK / EMPEROR XIANWU – Light Novel

Chapter 1689: 3 years of cause and effect

The darkness of the doomsday, the last ray of light, was wiped out into angstroms.

The Heavenly Demon Emperor Mang and the Thunder God Arrow reincarnate together and collapse.

Ye Chen vomited blood and almost fell down. The holy light was very close to annihilation. The blood was dripping with blood, and the bright blood filled the whole saint.

The emperor of heaven also splashed blood in the starry sky, and even the bones of the emperor burst, and the dazzling emperor light was weathered by the years and wiped out by scars.

The ultimate blow of the Supreme’s attack, there is no victory or defeat, only defeat and injury, the scars in the body are indelible.

“Why, why are you still alive.” The Heavenly Devil Emperor roared, his eyes protruding and bloodshot.

He defeated the Eucharist again and again, but Ye Chen stood up again and again, as if he could not kill him.

The supreme emperor was also forced into madness.

Shame, shame and great shame, the face of the emperor, disappeared, the so-called glory and the so-called glory are all ornaments.

“If you die, I will drag you to hell.” Ye Chen said sonorously, and his unquenchable will created a belief in victory.

“Kill.” The emperor roared, holding the emperor sword in his hand and rushed.

“War.” Ye Chen gripped Xuanyuan tightly, and did not retreat but instead advance.

A supreme emperor, swaying from east to west.

A great eucharist, staggering from west to east.

One step at a time, bloody footprints dragged the bloody remains.

The two supreme beings are already at the end of the crossbow. The blood is dry, the mana is exhausted, and even the fairy light of the body is gone.

The emperor bears the glory of the emperor, and the sacrament carries the pride of the sacrament, and he is on the road of conquest to death, desperately charging.

The war, no more shocking fluctuations, but primitive and crude.

The Heavenly Devil Emperor swung his sword and cut a ditch on the Saint Body.

Ye Chen’s sword fell, cutting a bloodstain on the emperor’s body.

You cut me with a sword, and I have to cut it back even if I die.

There is no one to defend, no one to evade, some just attack and then attack, frantically waving the Emperor Sword, tirelessly.

The battle between the Supreme and the Supreme is bloody to the extreme.

Who would have thought that the battle between a great emperor and a great eucharist was so fierce that the opponent must be killed.

The sacred bones and the emperor blood are intertwined.

It was another collision, and Xuanyuanjian was shaken out.

It seems to be more tired than Ye Chen, it has exhausted all the emperor light, inserted diagonally into the starry sky, and the extreme emperor prestige is also converged to the extreme.

“Die!” The Heaven Devil Emperor smiled ferociously, holding a sword in both hands, tyrannical and bloodthirsty, and struck Ye Chen’s shoulder with a sword.

“Give you a punch.” Ye Chen roared and smashed the sternum of the Heavenly Devil Emperor with a punch.

The sword of the emperor and the punch of the sacred body were both hit hard.

Ye Chen staggered, vomiting blood, and almost fell.

The Heavenly Devil Emperor also stepped back, and the Emperor Sword in his hand also fell off, stained with the blood of the Emperor, and inserted into the starry sky.

Both of them have dim eyesight, shaky, and can’t stand still, they are tired and want to fall down, they will sleep for thousands of years.

“Kill.” The Heavenly Demon Emperor roared, dragging his bloody emperor’s body, and pounced on Ye Chen, spreading his head like a demon.

“War.” Ye Chen roared, limping, staunchly sacramental, tenacious and unyielding, and waved a blood-colored fist.

The last expedition of the two supreme lords reflects the light of doom.

The emperor staggered with a punch, and the emperor staggered with a fist, each punch seemed to exhaust all his strength.

After all, the emperor fell, and no longer had the strength to stand up.

Ye Chen swayed over, stepping out of a bloody path.

After three hundred years, he once again rode on the Sky Devil Emperor, waved his blood-colored fist, and smashed it down.

“This punch is heaven, and three hundred years have passed away.”

“This punch, for the great Chu, pays tribute to the dead soul.”

“This one Fists, for the heavens, give me a good river and mountains.”

Ye Chen fisted and fisted, and the fist saw blood. The head of the demon emperor who was hit broke and the blood and bones of the emperor’s body flew across.

Every punch fell, there was a roar, sorrow and sorrow, endless vicissitudes of life, and endless pain.

It was the invasion of the gods and broke his beautiful dream.

It was the invasion of the demon, leaving him with only blood and tears in his memory.

Too many people buried their lives, too many people buried their bones in a foreign country. The great mountains and rivers were devastated by them.

This is hatred and hatred. Great hatred is to be reported, anger and hatred are to be dissipated. If a bloody robbery is created, the common people have to seek justice.

“Ah…” the emperor roared, a pair of emperor eyes were bloodshot, and every time he wanted to get up, he was punched back by Ye Chen.

What kind of look is that in the eyes of the emperor, hideous, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, angry, unwilling, and fearful.

He was defeated, and the supreme emperor was destined to lose again.

In those days, he was defeated and slaughtered by a sacred body.

At present, his defeat is even worse, and the same person killed him.

Three hundred years of cause and effect, he still cannot escape his fate. The emperor’s destination is still the yellow spring on the other side of the galaxy.

At this moment, the so-called emperor, the so-called supreme of ten thousand domains, became one of the funniest jokes in the world.

“Ah…” The heart of a great emperor collapsed.

“This punch is for the common people, and the blood debt needs to be paid with blood.”

Ye Chen roared, raised his fist again, and instilled endless wounds and pain with a punch, and it burst into life. Devil Emperor.

Causal reincarnation, a fateful battle that lasted for more than three hundred years, the Eucharist won again, slaughtered the emperor against the sky, and collected the blood debt.

Blood and tears covered his eyes, grief and grief.

The blood of the emperor was splattered with the starry sky, as it was in the past, splattered with Da Chu, commemorating the dead souls, and comforting the spirit of the dead in the sky.

The Heavenly Devil Emperor died, and the imprint of the magic spell on his body disappeared.

The demon soldiers who are still fighting, whether it is Da Chu, Xuanhuang, or Xinghai, Wanyu, are all turned into flying ash, and smashed into historical dust.

They all roared to death, with unwillingness and anger, the emperor died, and they were defeated again after a three-hundred-year cycle.

“We won, we won.” The Da Chu monk wept in excitement, and all of them were crying, the roar from the soul.

“We won, we won.” The Xuanhuang monk screamed, and all raised the remnants, shouting loudly and loudly.

“We won, we won.” The monks roared, no matter how old or young, their bodies trembled and tears filled their eyes.

“He once again slaughtered the emperor and continued the myth of immortality.”

“The line of the sacramental body did not disappoint the common people of the ten thousand realms.”

“We are getting old.” The Nine Emperors of Great Chu, the Nine Great Generals, the Seven Sons of Donghua, the Sword God, and the Demon Abyss all smiled.

This is no longer their era, but even more so than their era. The descendants will lead a new legend.

His record of defying the heavens has never been seen before, and there will be no one in the future. He is the true myth.

The heavens trembled, exclaiming for him, and joy of victory.

But in this battle between fairy and demons, too many heroes died in the battle.

The starry sky is full of crying, and too many people are looking for relatives.

A starry sky, the iron rod of the holy ape ancestor, stained with blood.

He died in the battle. He fought solo. When the ape’s body broke and disappeared, he went to Huangquan with the demon king that day.

A starry sky, a broken battle axe, bloody.

That was the ancestor of Kui Niu. He pulled up the Demon Lord and went to hell. The inheritance of the emperor did not insult the prestige of the emperor.

A starry sky, five pieces of blood, swaying with the sand of the star river.

Those were the ancestors of the five great royal clans of the Southern Territory. After fighting to death, they each defeated a demon king, and their battle spirits were burned in the heavens.

A starry sky, five broken magical artifacts, annihilated the divine light,

That was the ancestor of the five ancient tribes, turned into ashes under the star wind, and killed countless heavenly demons, fighting for future generations. A universe.

Too many people died, too many sect races were overthrown and extinct.

The heavens and domains are full of scars, bones are piled up into mountains, blood flows into rivers, knives, spears, swords and halberds fill the battlefield.

They fought a big victory, but they were so tragic that people wanted to cry. The war was cruel, and the universe was bloody.

This battle is destined to be remembered by later generations. It has swept across the world, and each of them has fresh lives, becoming a series of heroic souls.

At the end of the day, Ye Chen took a heavy step and moved forward with difficulty.

His back is lonely and bleak, covered with dust from the years.

His path is paved with blood and bones, step by step journey, step by step against the sky, carved body and Tao into eternity.

“Three years, I still have three years.” His voice was hoarse, his smile was vicissitudes of life, and he was full of longing for three years.

In three years, he will marry a wife, have children, and will be in the world, regardless of the disturbances in this world.

In front, a colorful fairy light suddenly appeared, a colorful sword, turned out to be born, a closer look, it is the sword of Zhu Xi”an.

The legendary sword of God, at this moment, screamed in nirvana, cut out a river of immortals, and slashed towards the weak Ye Chen.

“Zhuxianjian.” Ye Chen’s eyes were cold, and he stepped forward, but he staggered, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everything is in an instant, and the Eucharist cannot respond.

He was recruited on the spot, and he flew out, blood spattered, blood bones flying, in the dark starry sky, it was very dazzling.

In the inverted flight, his holy body trembled, and the six red roads separated, one left and one right, attacking the Zhuxian sword.

Zhu Xi”anjian smiled faintly, cold and unscrupulous, like a fairy light, tearing the void of the star sky, and instantly escaped in.

Six red dusts have crossed the long river of time, or left and right, in no particular order, all chasing in at the same time.

The sword of Zhu Xi”an came quickly, and it went quickly, just to cut Ye Chen, just like he attacked Saint Body Chen and battled eternally.

The starry sky, as the three left one after another, fell into silence.

Ye Chen fell into the starry sky, swaying like falling flowers.

At this moment, it is no longer the pinnacle of the Emperor Zhun, nor is it the great sacrament that dominates the world, but just a lowly heaven.

His eyes are dim to no light, his hair is white with wisps of snow, and the fire of his life is annihilating very close.

He became old again, tired enough to pass away.

A sneak attack from Zhu Xi”anjian directly cut his life. The so-called three years was just a beautiful luxury.

In the dimness, he seemed to see a peerless woman again, dressed in a wedding gown, dancing lightly, and smiling at him.

This time, he saw clearly, and saw the face clearly.

This time, he saw clearly where the so-called three-year life span came from: she wore a wedding gown, walked onto the altar, and lay beside him, tender and tearful.

“Nan Mingyushu.” He cried, eyes full of muddy tears.

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Author: Six Circles threeTranslation: Artificial_Intelligence

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