Tian Yuan

Chapter 2240 They lost, 1 leaf 1 eternity

An Xiruo nodded, whispering softly, like the wind blowing through the willows: "Well, I won't let my imagination run wild."

After pinching the beautiful woman's soft jade hand, Chen Qingyuan felt a ray of warmth in his heart. His voice was as clear as a stream: "The best outcome is for you and me to be well. As for the rest, we should strive for it as much as possible."

An Xiruo's eyes were filled with tenderness as she called out softly, "Brother..."

"Take another good look at this stele."

This is not a place to talk about love, Chen Qingyuan knows the priorities.

"clear."

The tenderness just now disappeared in a flash. An Xiruo regained her stern expression, turned her head and looked at the ancient stone tablet in front of her, observing it carefully, not missing any details.

The two men loosened their clenched hands, faced the ancient monument, and fell into silence.

Even though Chen Qingyuan could not see what An Xiruo saw, he did not stand there in a daze. He continued to stare at the stone tablet, trying to experience the mysterious and indescribable feeling of being elusive.

An Xiruo quickly entered a special state and saw endless skeletons of emperors on a road of seeking the truth.

This scene, which was beyond the extreme of the world, constantly stimulated An Xiruo's nerves, making her whole body slightly tense and her expression kept changing.

Although Chen Qingyuan could not reach the level of the imperial realm and could not see this scene, he was still observing the ancient stone tablet carefully. He vaguely touched something and had a strange feeling that was hard to explain.

On the vast ice field, this ancient monument stands here, existing from time immemorial and revealing endless vicissitudes of life.

Using the Secret Book of the Wheel of Destiny of All Things and gazing at the stone tablet for a long time, Chen Qingyuan must have touched a very strange trace of time. The scene he saw before his eyes was no longer the stone tablet, but a white mist.

His body was entangled with several blood-red threads, which were transformed by the power of the rules of the Secret Book of the Wheel of Destiny.

His eyes were stained with a hint of mist, obscuring his vision. This mist was closely connected to the ancient stone tablet, and it was unknown what Taoist rhyme it contained, and what kind of danger it contained.

There were some intermittent sounds in his ears.

For Chen Qingyuan, this ice world is no longer silent, and has finally undergone wonderful changes. As to whether such changes are good or bad, it is not known for the time being.

"Long...Long life!"

It was as if there was an old man who was about to die, speaking next to Chen Qingyuan's ear, his voice was very hoarse and low, as if sand and gravel blocked his throat, or like a broken string blown by the rolling sand, making a half-complete residual sound.

"I'm not wrong! It's this world that's wrong."

Another ancient voice came to my ears, perhaps it had passed through the endless river of time, carrying with it endless vicissitudes of life. The rough and powerful voice was mixed with a strong sense of unwillingness, and resentment for being born in the wrong era.

"This is my territory. How dare you do this? If you don't retreat to the sea, I will fight you to the death!"

The scolding voice filled with murderous aura must have come from an unknown ancient battlefield. Chen Qingyuan overheard it, and his heartstrings trembled slightly, and he felt a considerable pressure.

"The immortal way is eternal and indestructible."

"I am not alone!"

"My fate cannot be left to others."

"The path to immortality has buried countless geniuses."

"The Origin Mother Tree withered, and they...were defeated."

"It's all over now. No need to struggle anymore."

"..."

Every sound contains the ancient and vicissitudes of Taoism, which cannot be erased by the laws of time and remains in a corner of the universe.

This time, while gazing at the ancient stone tablet, Chen Qingyuan accidentally touched some unusual restriction, and thus heard the desperate wails and unwilling roars of these ancient beings.

Even someone as strong as Chen Qingyuan had a splitting headache because of these ancient sounds that had existed for so long.

The pain became more and more intense, Chen Qingyuan frowned and clenched his teeth.

Every time I hear an ancient sound, my soul seems to be torn apart by an unknown force.

If it were any other quasi-emperor, his soul would be torn into pieces in an instant, and he would endure endless pain and eventually die.

Even some emperors cannot withstand this level of vicissitudes of time.

Chen Qingyuan could be sure that the sounds echoing in his ears were all left by the ancient emperors.

The words that remain today contain the ancient imperial rhyme and a variety of emotions.

Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan's spiritual power is strong enough, otherwise he would not be able to resist it at all.

Even though he was incredibly powerful, he had to regain consciousness as soon as possible.

At this moment, he was like a drowning mortal. He could swim a little, but his strength was weakening as he struggled, his body sometimes sinking, sometimes floating. As he sank, large amounts of water filled his mouth and nose, causing him to feel suffocated, as if he was wandering between life and death.

Once his strength is exhausted, the consequences can be imagined.

sizzle-

Chen Qingyuan practiced his secret technique, trying to break free from the invisible shackles of time. Many waves of Taoist patterns similar to electric currents emerged from his body surface. His aura was so violent that hundreds of cracks appeared on the ice field beneath his feet.

After the cracks appear, they repair themselves quickly.

"The road ahead is already cut off, why bother clinging to it?"

"One world, one master; one leaf, one eternity."

"At the beginning of chaos, the primordial mother tree was born. Each leaf represents a universe."

"The immortal has fallen."

"..."

Ancient music, like invisible threads, penetrated Chen Qingyuan's ears. There were voices from both men and women, words of relief, sounds of anger, wails of despair, and laughter that calmly faced death.

Chi! Tear!

Chen Qingyuan, who was listening to the words of the emperors, was under pressure that ordinary people could not imagine. His face showed a trace of pain, his veins bulged, the skin all over his body began to crack, blood gushed out, soaking his clothes.

The reincarnation body, which is as hard as the imperial weapon, is covered with scars due to these ancient and vicissitudes of life imperial sounds.

These were only the scars on the surface. The torture Chen Qingyuan's soul endured was several times more painful than that of his body. It was heart-wrenching and lung-wrenching, like being tortured to death by slow slicing.

Chen Qingyuan's eyes were blood red, fierce and fierce, and his power was fierce and violent.

An Xiruo, who was not far away, did not notice any changes in Chen Qingyuan's body, nor could she sense the fluctuations in his breath.

For An Xiruo, the surroundings were very peaceful and nothing happened.

Her attention was completely attracted by the ancient stone tablet. The invisible power of rules covered this world, which greatly reduced her perception. Naturally, she did not notice Chen Qingyuan's abnormal condition.

If An Xiruo had noticed, she would have turned to look at Chen Qingyuan, who was covered in blood, and then her heart would have been in turmoil and she would have been filled with worry.

An Xiruo stood not far from the stone tablet, dressed in red, like a red lotus growing in a boundless icy plain, elegant and dignified, untouchable. She looked up at the ancient stone tablet, unharmed.

In contrast, Chen Qingyuan's facial expression was slightly ferocious, and his body was covered in blood, as if he had experienced a thrilling bloody battle.