Transcending the Nine Heavens

“I thought my predecessors had been impressed with my descendants long ago? Speaking of the following nerves are a lot bigger, they also said that I am different from other people, my predecessor met me, did not taste the luck of my predecessors. But since the situation has come to this point, can I be more honored?” Chuyang smiled kindly.

The Sword Spirit is so admirable!

Having reached such a point of inevitability, Chuyang can still talk about the wind, even his face hasn't changed a bit.

His nerves, can't they be cast iron!?

No, even if it was iron cast, it would have melted in front of this mouth.

“Hmm?” The troublemaker crooked his head and looked at him with fun.

This kid is so funny!

“Since the younger generation is about to be devoured by the predecessors, and the soul will be wiped out, I wonder if I have the honor of knowing the name of the older generation?” Chuyang's mouth is full of laughter and courtesy: “Who's your name? Even if the youngest is dead, he is a demon of understanding. I'm sure Senpai won't even satisfy this petty wish! ”

“Haha, do you have any idea what it means to be wiped out? You want to be a ghost? You think you still have a chance to be a ghost?” The Grieving Spirit first laughed and mocked. Obviously, the fighting had fallen into the wind before, and his heart was unhappy. This would give him an opportunity to retaliate instantly.

Chu Yang's heart moves: Zhuyang must report that the cultivation of this troubled spirit is high, but spiritual literacy is not necessarily going anywhere.

Then, the troubled soul seemed to feel again, and his face appeared gleaming, muttering: “My husband is now the troubled soul, what face is there to bring up his old name?" The old days were so dusty, the old days so smoky... that they humiliated their ancestors... ”

Chu Yang smiled softly: “The opponent is strong, not a sin of war; even though the success is immense, he can relax for hundreds of thousands of years to come like this, quietly feel the passage of time, not try not another cultivation, it is not a rare luck, as for bad luck or luck, there is no discerning wisdom. ”

The Necromancer's eyes revealed a concurring divine colour, and looked up to heaven and sighed: “Not bad... has this not been another practice, bad luck? Luck? But wisdom. ”

He stood up for a while and said, “My husband... I haven't spoken to you in hundreds of thousands of years, but today I'm talking to you, but I'm lucky...”

Chu Yang understands very well: “Later generations can chat with their predecessors for a while. ”

"You're a good boy," sighed the Grief Soul. ”

He was silent and said, "Now, what year is it out there? Emperor Dong, are you still crying? ”

“I haven't really counted this verse for years outside," Chuyang said. "But the Eastern Emperor did still cry cold, which is certainly true. ”

“Ha-ha-ha...” Suddenly the face of the troublemaker changed from a charitable purpose to a powerful ghost with a grinning teeth!

But then he came back and smiled softly: "The snow and tears... not for the Eastern Emperor, it is indeed wise and divine. ”

Chu Yang's heart moved: clearly unable to hold his breath, but strong self-inhibition. This is also a place to take advantage of.

And then I thought, "Look at him change. Is this thing very dissatisfied with the tears?" Could it be the snow and tears that killed him?

“But the Emperor is wise and divine," he smiled affectionately. “Sometimes it is inevitable that things will be unfair to do... Hey, my predecessors haven't been out for so many years. I told you some things instantly, but my predecessors don't know... let's not talk about it. ”

The evil spirit smiled faintly and said: "If you don't say it, then don't say it. How can I judge the right and wrong of these peak characters?” There seems to be no rush on this topic.

Chuyang said: "Not bad, dare ask seniors, what kind of sect is the original sect here? Why didn't you see the half-point doorpiece sign this time? ”

It really took away the subject that arose.

The wretched spirit finally had a few unpleasant smells along the way. He said faintly: "Whatever the sect is, it has always been destroyed, turned into dust and smoke, extinguished in the history books... what's the point of mentioning the name again now? So the day I woke up, I destroyed everything here that could prove the identity of the doorman! ”

“No wonder.” Chu Yang suddenly realized, a butt slapped up: “The elders were wise indeed. ”

The Grieving Spirit looks at the boy with a cold eye, and it feels disgusting to see anything.

When the Gate was slaughtered, the Eastern Emperor's tears stood idly by. This kept him remembering his hatred until his death. Even though the human form is reshaped, it is still a memory of hate. Naturally, no one at the bottom of my heart is obliged to say more bad things about the snow and cold. Although I don't care, I hope Chu Yang can say a few more words about the East King.

But Chu Yang didn't even mention it alive. How could he think this bastard just now? It's an illusion. It must be an illusion!

“What new initiatives have His Majesty the Eastern Emperor taken over the years?” Asked the Grieving Soul.

This sentence, in fact, is really pursuing the bottom line, hoping to find something to play so that the issue can play out.

Chu Yang shook his head blankly, his face was faithful and honest: “Seniors, the junior generation actually only flew up to Jiuzheng Tianzhen for a few days. Even the Eastern Emperor had very limited knowledge. I have never really heard of His Majesty's initiative...”

Troubleshooting the spiritual face twitching. There's a real urge to curse my mother.

His cultivation before his death was excellent, and he was built deep, and his strength was naturally super strong. But after hundreds of thousands of years of loneliness and loneliness, I felt like I was becoming more and more restless.

It seems that the original calm and calm, nowadays I don't know where I have been, it seems that I have become irritable and angry. It took me so long to kill so many times.

But he really didn't want to kill Chuyang like this; after all, no one has spoken to himself for hundreds of thousands of years, and now talking to people feels so excited... some unspeakable excitement, even novel!

Next, the Holocaust began to ask Chuyang some outside profiles. Chuyang always answered these questions seriously. But under the cover of his faithful and honest expression, there are endless lies!

Every word this guy says is a complete lie.

“… the world is unpredictable, now after the series of battles outside the nine heavens and the earth, the masters have fallen, such as me, although still can not be counted as first-class and second-class hands, third-class hands have barely counted..." Chuyang Xinkou opened the river.

“What, you're a third-rate piece of junk?” The Grief Spirit was truly amazed this time. This kid in front of him, like an ant, just broke through the heavens at best. He's already a third-rate power. What level of martial arts must the outside world fall to?

“No wonder my predecessors were surprised. In fact, I have also read many books. The book records the endless festivities of the myriad powerful generations of the past. At best, the power of the later generations is a little stronger than that of the termites. At best, it is grasshopper's water. But now the Eastern Emperor's talent has faded away, so the power of the later generations. The official of the Eastern Emperor has invited the later generations several times to join!” Chu Yang is obviously addicted to fabrication, the more the argument goes, the more out of the ordinary.

“I said," Son, even if you talk to my husband, shouldn't you be able to say something reliable? With that strength, the Eastern Emperor has invited you to join us on several occasions. Do you believe that? "” The Holocaust was rejoiced by Chuyang's words.

Chu Yang still had a heavy and honest face. He said, “Senior generations have been here for a long time, too limited to know the outside world. Today's Eastern Emperor's official has long since changed. The official power of the Eastern Emperor was greatly damaged. Even though the power of the later generations is low, it prevails over the innocence of the family, and the strength can still be counted. Therefore, the official of the Eastern Emperor has invited the later generations several times, but the later generations are really afraid of causing trouble, several times are euphemistically refused, because according to the small news, the Eastern Emperor's tears are cold, because the matter of the Purple Emperor is suddenly repeated, somehow offended the Holy King. I heard that he is now seriously injured, and now it is a disaster not a blessing to relate to the official of the Eastern Emperor...”

Chu Yang shrugged: “Of course, this could also be a rumor. Is it true that a small figure like me can know...”

“Snow tears, cold bodies, grievous injuries? For the Purple Sky?” The Grieving Soul is suddenly as excited as taking Spring Medicine: “Are you serious? Ziho, what happened to Ziho? ”

Chu Yang was dumb in the blink of an eye and always came with his mouth open, but at this moment he didn't know how to carry on.

How many years has Ziho been dead? Looks like it's gonna be at least a few hundred thousand years, huh?

And this wretched spirit, who has been buried for hundreds of thousands of years, doesn't even know that the Purple Lord is dead?

Chu Yang's heart is cramping: How many years has this guy been dead? Is it over a million years?

Of course, in such a space, there is no sense of the passage of time. I'm afraid even this troublemaker doesn't know how many years have passed by himself...

“You don't even know about the Purple Sky?” Chu Yang was utterly speechless.

“What happened to the Purple Sky, you say?” The Shipwreck spirit suddenly got a little crazy, and his eyes were raging to the point of bloodthirsty, shouting: “What happened to Zihao?! Talk to me! Bullshit, I'll eat you alive! ”

Suddenly “Boom”, his body burst open suddenly, turned into countless powerful ghost heads, in a wild circle in the air! Countless heads were horrified, and they shouted together: "Purple Emperor Purple Ho! What happened to him? What the hell happened to him? Tell me! ”

The way it looks at this moment, it's just completely insane.

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Seventh and eighth! Monthly tickets were drawn from 700 to 1,100, weakly asked, monthly tickets, any more?