"City without tears?" Hearing these four words, Ye Chen suddenly looked at the Ming King, his eyes shining with divine light, "Why did senior talk about this ancient existence? Is that fairy city coming to the world again?"

"On the day of the grand event of all races, it came to the western desert." The Peacock Ming King nodded slightly, "but it only stayed for a quarter of an hour and disappeared, and no one could find its trace."

"Western Desert, only staying for a quarter of an hour." Ye Chen murmured lightly, his fists clenched and his fists were clattering. Even though he learned three days ago that he wanted to go to the Western Desert, it was too late, and the difference was too far.

It is rare to see the city without tears coming, but I missed it. If I missed it, I missed Chu Xuan'er or maybe Chu Ling'er, but no matter who it was, he couldn't catch up.

The city of tears is elusive. I don’t know how many years I have to wait for this time. Maybe it will appear again, but he still can’t catch up. Maybe it will appear again, and he has entered the next cycle of reincarnation.

"Little guy, you haven't answered my old question yet." The Peacock King said with a smile.

"The ancestor once said that it was a misty fairy city." Ye Chen responded absent-mindedly, "The people there are all practicing the secret method of forgetting love. The so-called "no tears" means ruthlessness."

"No wonder, no wonder the woman who came out of the City of Tears had no emotion at all."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen's dim eyes suddenly burst into a divine light, staring at the Ming King without squinting, "Senior, is the city without tears coming this time, someone comes out?"

"One of them is indeed coming out." The Ming Dynasty King of Peacock stroked his beard. "I was a fellow Taoist in the Western Desert who came to Peacock's house yesterday. I heard what he said, so it would not be fake."

"Her senior fellow Taoist, have there been a portrait of that woman?" Ye Chen's breath became gasping for a while. Perhaps he was too excited, and even his tone trembled. His dazzling fairy eyes were all hopeful.

"No." The Peacock King shook his head, "He saw the woman, but she covered the veil and had mysterious methods to cover up the mystery. Even if she didn't wear the veil, she would not be able to see her true face."

Ye Chen was silent, with many regrets in his heart, but also many hopes. Since he came from the City of Tears, it might be Chu Xuan or Chu Ling, and this possibility cannot be ruled out.

Thinking to himself, he suddenly stood up, "Senior, I have important things to do, so I will say goodbye."

As he said that, he walked out, whether it was right or wrong, he had to go to the Western Desert and find it. He could tell at a glance that even if it was not, he could ask something from her.

After stepping out of the bamboo forest, he went to Xutian. Before leaving, he looked back at Xiao Yuanhuang and the others. The six guys were sleeping soundly. He didn't bother him and left silently.

The Peacock King also stood up, raised his head slightly, and watched Ye Chen leave. His old eyes were astonishing and relieved, and there was also a hint of doubt. It was strange that Ye Chen was too mysterious.

Since he came, many things have become a little different, such as his little granddaughter, there is always a hint of vicissitudes hidden in his beautiful eyes, as if there are too many stories hidden.

Under the moonlit night, Ye Chen was like a scorching divine light, reflecting the starry sky with colorful colors.

It was only when dawn was approaching that he landed in an ancient city closest to the Peacock's house.

He moved the evolution of Zhoutian, but did not count the reincarnation, so he went straight to the center of the city, stepped onto the teleportation array, and teleported all the way to the northwest. This time the general direction was Xuanhuang Western Desert.

The next journey has not stopped, and every place he goes, there is a legend, just like the name Ye Chen, everyone in Xuanhuang Continent knows it, and even spreads from this holy land of monks to the star domain. It won’t take long before the name of the holy body will spread throughout the heavens and tens of thousands of realms.

He didn't care about these things. After walking for so long, the so-called glory and reputation are no longer important. The stories left to future generations are not good or bad.

"Open the formation, the ancient city of Nantian." Another night with bright stars, Ye Chen stepped into the teleportation array, hung a map in the space channel, and kept connecting the ancient cities with his pen. That was the nearest road to the Western Desert, teleporting all the way.

As he was looking at it, the calm space passage was in turmoil. From the end, the passage collapsed inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading towards him quickly.

He couldn't help but close the map, staring at the front with a slight narrowed eyes, and did not realize that there was a war. In other words, this space channel did not collapse because of a war.

Since there is no problem in the channel, it is because there is a problem with the teleportation array at the end of the two channels. One of the teleportation arrays must be damaged, causing the space channel to collapse.

Without thinking too much, he turned around and escaped. The space passage was destroyed, so he could only fly to the ancient city of Nantian, and continue teleportation with the help of the teleportation array there, heading straight to the western desert.

Half an hour later, the Nantian Ancient City came into his eyes, but it made him frown.

From a distance, the entire Nantian Ancient City was covered with blood. The blood mist that was flying wildly covered the starry sky with a layer of bloody veil. The bloody aura could be smelled from a distance.

Sure enough, something went wrong here! Ye Chen whispered lightly, like a divine light entering the ancient city of Nantian.

After entering the Ancient City of Nantian, his eyes narrowed again. Although this city is big, it is dead silent and deep.

In other words, the people in the Ancient City of Nantian have been slaughtered, and the bodies are everywhere in their eyes, the streets, houses, pavilions, and arch bridges are all bloody and shocking.

Ye Chen glanced at him, and even though his mood was trembling, the men were cut off their heads and hung high, and the women were miserable, and they were not dressed, and they were often humiliated to death.

This is simply a Shura field, and even babies in swaddled babies are nailed to the wall by killing swords.

Ye Chen walked quickly, as fast as a storm. There were still living people in the city, and they were reincarnated people.

It was a mansion, with guards at the door falling all over the place, all of whom were beheaded. Perhaps there were too many people who died in the mansion, and blood flowed out of the mansion and soaked into the street.

When he came into the mansion, he saw a purple-haired woman dyed red by blood from afar. She had been humiliated, dressed in disheveled, covered in scars, lying on the ground, crawling towards one side with difficulty.

Ye Chen stepped forward and no longer cared about anything else. He pulled out his origin and frantically poured into the purple-haired woman. She was a reincarnated man and was a disciple of the Xuan generation of Qingyun Sect in her previous life.

However, what made him helpless was that the purple-haired woman's true body suffered a devastating blow, and the fire of the soul was almost destroyed. Even if the Daluo Jinxian was alive, it would be difficult to save her life.

"Don't move anymore, don't talk." Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, and he poured into the original source madly, hoping to save her life, and at least let her know her hometown of Da Chu.

The purple-haired woman seemed to have not heard it, and was still lying forward with all her strength, dragging her bloody body, blood-stained jade hands, facing one side from the air, as if she was about to touch something.

Ye Chen subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the purple-haired woman's hand. It was a rock wall with a baby still in a cradle, retaining his crying appearance.

His body trembled, and he could imagine what happened here not long ago. She was humiliated and watched the children be crucified and the tribe members fell one by one.

"Child...child, I...my child..." The purple-haired woman screamed with all her might, but her voice gradually weakened. The light in her eyes quickly dissipated, and the last trace of swaying soul fire was also destroyed. The raised blood-stained jade hand finally drooped down weakly.

Ye Chen was soaked with blood in his hands, and tears couldn't help but burst out from his eyes. He was still late and never felt that it was as useless as it is now. He watched helplessly, but he was powerless.
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