Chapter 75
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An Immortal Ascension Stage powerhouse.
When he heard the news, he stood in the courtyard where he lived with the Demon Lord in the Central Continent, watching the apricot flowers slowly fall to the ground.
He suddenly felt that the most unpredictable thing in the world was destiny.
The arrival of the great calamity of heaven and earth, in fact, those who were good at divination had sensed it many years ago.
The Ye Clan had the divine weapon Heavenly Book, and its divination ability was only slightly inferior to the Chen Clan, which was full of fate cultivators.
Emperor Chang Ming was born according to destiny, and was the key to the Ye Clan breaking through the calamity.
However, according to the prophecy of the Heavenly Book, the Ye Clan used all of its bloodline power to cultivate him, and in exchange, they only survived for ten years in the human world.
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Ye Yunlan did not look at the dazzling flame in the night for too long.
He turned to Shen Shu and said, "Let's go."
Shen Shu nodded.
The two walked through the bustling self-cultivator market.
Although Ye Yunlan did not have cultivation, his eyesight was still there. He chose several suitable spiritual materials for Shen Shu, and this trip could be considered complete.
He did not plan to return to the Moon Shadow Wall Cave immediately, but strolled around the Psychic Stream.
The scenery in the Psychic Stream was strange and beautiful, and many of the sceneries were difficult to see in the human world.
They walked and walked, and came to a quiet lakeside with fluorescent lights dancing in the air. A breeze brushed past them, and the silver shining weeping willows swayed gently on the lakeside.
It was quiet and quiet, a good place to play the guqin.
It just so happened that Shen Shu recently had evil tendencies, and it was a good place to clear his mind and concentrate.
He said to Shen Shu, "Take out my guqin."
Shen Shu took out the guqin from the storage ring.
Ye Yunlan took the guqin, took it out of the hedge, and placed it beside him. He put his hands on the strings, tested a few notes, and then began to play with his eyes closed.
The sound of the guqin drifted far away by the lakeside.
In these years, Shen Shu often listened to his master playing the guqin.
He never felt tired, but liked it more and more. As long as he listened to the sound of the guqin, the overflowing evil tendencies in his heart could be temporarily soothed.
Fluorescent lights danced around the lakeside, and the shadows of the trees swayed slowly.
In the dark, a few shadows were twisting happily, and from time to time quietly stretched out, wanting to hook some of the dancing fluorescent lights.
Suddenly, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the side.
The sound of the zither stopped abruptly.
Shen Shu frowned.
Ye Yunlan raised her eyes and looked towards the source of the sound. She found a person lying beside the weeping willow.
A person who was seriously injured.
The other party was dressed in black robes, and blood was spreading around him.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the blood was suffused with a faint golden light.
Ye Yunlan's eyes narrowed. He got up and walked over. He saw the man's face clearly.
Ordinary. He would be so ordinary that no one would recognize him if he was thrown into a crowd.
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