People from all over the world retreated, sighing and feeling, and still not finished, muttering all the way.

Looking at that world again, the prehistoric Forest no longer exists. Under the melee of all races and the execution of the great gods, it turned into a scorched earth in silence, blood stained the earth and splashed the void sky.

This really makes people sigh that a great event of all races should have been harmonious, but it suffered one after another in a day. Many blows eventually turned it into dust of history.

The breeze blows, with a little coldness, stirring the flying blood mist and adding a hint of wail in the wind. Those who are buried in this land must sleep here with the long river of time.

In the black hole, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, motionless, like an old monk practicing Zen, with a solemn appearance.

His broken holy body has been restored, but his evil spirit is raging. This energy is invisible, but it is even more terrifying than the great killing weapon. Only those who kill the emperor can possess it and are engraved in the soul for generations.

At this moment, he was trying his best to wipe out the wounds of the Emperor's Dao. Those rules of order lingered in his body, trying to imprison his Dao and destroy his Dao roots. This was the backlash of the Emperor.

This battle should be dangerous. What a disaster for the four emperors to siege. If he hadn't re-narrowed, it would have probably become the dust of time and the emperor's laws would have overturned the great way.

The so-called disaster is also a fate, and he also has the opportunity to transform into Nirvana on the verge of life and death.

Just as he slaughtered the Demon Emperor in the past, he came into contact with the supreme realm that others could not reach, polished his mind, and his chaotic path was also transformed in evolution.

There is no wind in the black hole, but his white hair is floating, and every strand is filled with vicissitudes and shows his oldness.

Three days later, I saw him open his eyes, his eyes were empty, and there was a trace of turbidity in the clearness. There was a ray of blood flowing over the corners of his mouth, not a disaster, but a life injury.

"He has been fully advanced to the saint." He murmured softly, looking inside his body and peering at the soul. His ancient saint body and his natal soul have all reached the peak of his life since his practice.

But he understood that this peak was just an illusion, and his life was like a thrown stone. When it reached its highest point, it would fall back to the earth step by step.

He has already realized that he is more clear than anyone else's situation. At this moment, he is like a stone that reaches its highest point. After the peak, he falls and is irreversible.

Suddenly, he pointed his fingers, moved Zhou Tian's evolution, and secretly deducing his own fate.

As he thought, his life span was not much, or it was extremely limited.

Moreover, after this, he moved the evolution of Zhou Tian, ​​he could clearly realize that his cultivation level had fallen a little, his life span was also lost a little, and inexplicably disappeared without a trace.

As the Zhou Yi said in the past, after reaching a saint, every time the Zhoutian evolution is used, it is based on life and cultivation as the price until it turns into a god without cultivation, and waits for the end.

"I have never felt so passive." Ye Chen shook his head helplessly. He had never accepted his orders, and his eyes became much dimmed. In the end, he had reached this point and was coming a little soon.

The Chaos Divine Cauldron also felt his sorrow, hanging on one side of him, buzzing and trembling.

This time, the Four Emperors' Heavenly Tribulation Divine Punishment also transformed again, and as he wished, he advanced to the quasi-saint king's soldier, and many mysterious patterns were also left on the cauldron. They were traces of the great way, which were very extraordinary.

Ye Chen collected the cauldron, turned around and came out of the black hole, and landed in the ruins of the prehistoric forest.

The ancient times at night are not empty. When you look up and look away, you can always see three or five figures, holding a magic lamp in your hand, each burying your head, as if looking for something.

Those people have low cultivation levels, and the strongest one is just a quasi-saint, and they are trembling all the way.

Ye Chen didn't have to ask, and he knew what they were looking for. He had experienced a melee of all races here. He didn't know how many powerful people died or how many magic weapons were broken. Those magic weapons fragments came from the strong, but for them, they were all treasures.

"This area, ours, please go to search elsewhere." There were rough shouts one after another. Many people were competing for territory, so that they could circle each to find them.

For this reason, several small gangs fought hard, but they didn't look for a single baby, but they had a lot of fighting, so that the supposedly quiet ruins became extremely lively at night.

Ye Chen did not leave, but walked towards one side, with a jade bottle hanging on his head, and a whirlpool on the bottle's mouth.

Wherever he passed, the blood and blood left in the air and the blood that had not yet dried up on the earth were swallowed into the jade bottle, strands and strands, all kinds of colors, and it was very gorgeous at night.

This is a treasure. The battle between all races and people of all races have died or injured, and there are many special bloodlines. Although they are dead, the remaining qi and blood are still there, and they can be melted together to make bloodlines.

He collected like this, most of the time it was for Manshan. His bloodline had been swallowed by the golden crow and he had no bloodline power. He could collect blood and energy for him and refine it into his body, and could also temper other bloodlines for him.

"It's so cruel. A great event of thousands of races turned into a melee of thousands of races." Many people came to search for treasures, and while burying their heads in search of the treasures, they did not forget to sigh and stumble.

"I heard that there are four emperors' heavenly tribulations, which are simply too fierce. The ancient holy body is too terrifying."

"It's useful to go against the will of heaven, but it's still destroyed." Many people curled their lips and then sighed, "As such a hero, he must be a giant in his year, but he can't escape the fate."

"Because of his death, all races almost started a war. Many big races came with the Emperor's soldiers. The huge formation almost scared me, and it was a loss to fight."

"It's a pity to talk about the holy body. It's a pity that one can't appear in a hundred thousand years. If you can find one or two drops of holy blood, then you've picked up the treasure? The holy ape blood is OK!"

"You're thinking too much again! People are beaten to ashes. What kind of bicycle do you want? Oh, Holy Blood."

"This... there is a saint." The treasure hunter was having fun chatting. Ye Chen came over with a jade bottle on his head. Although he had calmed down his breath, the pressure from the saint was not difficult to feel.

"All of them are saints, and they are still here to compete for treasures from us little shrimps." Many people curled their lips, but they were just complaining in their hearts. If they said this, it would cause a killing disaster.

I don’t know if Ye Chen heard their hearts or if these people looked too fucked, but when Ye Chen passed by, he stopped and stared at a big man with his plain eyes.

The big man suddenly had his hair standing on his back, his heart was trembling, and he didn't dare to move. His face turned pale and could not resist Ye Chen's breath. Could this saint still have to kill and rob?

"Fellow Daoist, the copper bracelet on your wrist can be sold." Ye Chen smiled slightly, and glanced at the bracelet on the big man's wrist with an unexpected look. There was an ancient character on it: Dunjia Tian.

"Sell...sell." The big man was timid and did not dare to say anything. As he said that, he still raised five fingers. He felt that it was not suitable, and he consciously put down two.

Ye Chen smiled, brushed his hand with a storage bag, then put away the big man's bracelet, and then turned around and left. The jade bottle with his head hanging was still trembling slightly, collecting scattered blood and energy along the way.

Seeing Ye Chen walking away, the man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had walked in the gate of hell. When he pulled open the storage bag and looked in, he was stunned, "Three...300,000."

The piles of source stones made him dizzy. His conscience was, his three fingers represented 30,000, not 300,000. In his opinion, the copper bracelet was worth so much.

"Senior, I have a bunch of bracelets. Why don't you give me 30,000?" The big man followed. If he had known that the bracelet was so valuable, he would have brought a bunch of them on his arm.

Ye Chen heard it naturally, but there was no shortage. Not all bracelets could catch his eye. If it weren't for the word Dunjia Tian on this bracelet, he wouldn't be too lazy to take a look.
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