After waiting for the past and present, three hundred years have passed, missing again and again, and becoming more cruel again and again.

Even though he was clearly in love, he was fooled by God. A relationship was full of holes, and he and her were all devastated.

As for her sealed by Donghuang Taixin, he was not surprised.

This is related to Ruoxi, and Chu Xuan is mostly related to it. How could Donghuang Taixin let her die before she figured out?

"If you want me to tell me, Da Chu will stop guarding the Heavenly Gate."

"It should be put in the demons and let the prehistoric tribes taste it."

"When the demons invaded, they could not hide."

"This demon was defeated and all ran out to cause trouble."

Kui Niu continued to speak, and the more he spoke, the more angry he became. The eyes of the bull shone coldly, and his hatred for the prehistoric clan was no less than that of the demons.

"One day, the prehistoric world will rise." Ye Chen's words were plain, and he used this expression to conceal his anger.

"If you go back, you will be able to lead all areas and create glory again." Kui Niu looked solemn and was extremely confident in Ye Chen.

"I can go back." Ye Chen smiled and withdrew his magical powers. "Sit on the altar array, I will help you condense your soul."

"Okay!" Kui Niu stood up, stepped onto the altar in one step, and sat cross-legged, like an old monk sitting in meditation, with a solemn appearance.

Ye Chen was immobilized, and the divine light flashed between his eyebrows, and the fire of the soul surged, drowned Kui Niu and helped him refine the impurities of the soul.

Then, a wisp of primordial spirit, which is planted into the Kui Niu soul body, is like a seed, which will take root and sprout and condense the primordial spirit.

Next, the essence of soul power was pulled from Ye Chen's body and integrated into the Kui Niu soul body, which could also be regarded as strengthening his soul.

Finally, many pills that replenish soul power were also crushed.

After doing all this, Ye Chen let out a sigh and then stepped out.

On the altar, the Kui Niu was still sitting cross-legged, and his soul power gradually increased.

Under the old tree, Ye Chen snuggled up and looked up quietly at Piaomiao.

Through the Yin and Yang, he seemed to be able to see the starry sky, and also seemed to be able to see the familiar figures.

He was desperate to go back, but he missed his hometown too much.

But he knew that even if he went back at this moment, it would be useless.

Even the saint-level Southern Emperor was defeated, and his quasi-saint-level defeat was also defeated. He was terrible.

He needs to improve his cultivation. Even if he wants to leave, he still needs to bring Chu Ling. He cannot leave her alone in the underworld.

The root of it is still cultivation. Only when the realm reaches a saint can he ascend to the position of the Ming general and be qualified to meet Chu Ling.

"Wait for me." Ye Chen's expression was blurred and his eyes were hazy.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The garden is quiet, sometimes there are howling sounds, sometimes there are evil ghosts, but they are driven away on the spot by Ye Chen's ban.

There was a faint moonlight slanted downwards, sprinkling on Ye Chen's face.

His little finger trembled slightly, but his calm expression showed a hint of pain and his brows were frowning tightly.

In a vague situation, his mind was pulled into a state of artistic conception.

In the artistic conception, there is a vast starry sky, boundless, and stars shining with stars, brilliant and gorgeous.

"This is...the worlds of heavens and ten thousand fields." Ye Chen looked at the four directions in shock, very sure that this artistic conception was the worlds of heavens and ten thousand fields.

"Dream back to the heavens?" He scratched his head, with a strange expression.

When he was stunned, he suddenly saw the starry sky trembling and a roar suddenly started.

In the distance, a figure walked through the air, with a majestic figure.

The man was wearing golden armor, holding a battle halberd, and his blonde hair was floating, and every strand was dyed with divine light.

His eyes were deep and boundless, surrounded by the sky and the earth, and had the supreme way, which evolved itself and outlined the vision of destroying the sky.

But he seems to be very old, with many wrinkles on his face and a long beard. Although his back is tall, he has a hint of hunchback.

He was seriously injured, covered in blood and countless scars. Every step he took was a blood-colored footprint.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the man's eyebrows, and there was an ancient divine pattern engraved with a divine pattern that was exclusive to the holy body.

In other words, that person is an ancient holy body.

Moreover, it is also an ancient holy body from the age of 1980 to the age of old age.

"My younger generation, Ye Chen, have seen his ancestors." Ye Chen hurriedly saluted, in awe, even though the holy body could not see him.

After he finished his tribute, the old holy body had stopped.

Maybe he was too tired, maybe he was too seriously injured, maybe he was too old, so he sat in the starry sky, buried his head, and was about to fall asleep, and his whole body was much darker.

Ye Chen went over and squatted beside the old holy body.

Looking at the old face of the old holy body, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to wipe away the vicissitudes and traces of time for him.

The old holy body is too old, and life is about to end and the end is coming.

At this moment, he can best explain what a hero is old.

As long as the emperor, he is not as good as a knife. The scarred ancient holy body is carved with traces.

"Ba Yuan, you... have today." Suddenly, a misty female voice resounded through the starry sky, cold and majestic.

The old holy body buried in his head raised his head, supported it with a scattered sacred prickly, and his dispersed eyes gathered again.

"Who is it?" the old holy body said lightly.

"You, don't have the right to know." The starry sky suddenly cracked open, the colorful aura blew, and a white-haired woman slowly walked out.

The woman was covered with a mask and surrounded by colorful fairy clouds.

In her hand, she held a colorful fairy sword and moved with a stern sound.

"Zhuxian Sword." Ye Chen's eyes suddenly burst into cold light, staring at the colorful immortal sword in the white-haired woman's hand.

He could see that it was the Zhuxian Sword, and he could also see that it was the damn Zhuxian Sword that controlled the white-haired woman.

The starry sky was turbulent, and the old holy body started a war with the white-haired woman.

The war was fluctuating, extremely huge, and the stars exploded.

Every time the two collide, they will have a strange phenomenon of destroying the world.

The old holy body was at a disadvantage and could not stop the attack of the Zhuxian Sword. The holy body healed again and again, but exploded again and again.

It’s not that he won’t be able to defeat the white-haired woman and the Zhu Xian Sword, but because he is old and is seriously injured, he is far from being in his peak state.

He was defeated, blood was scattered in the starry sky, strands of ancient holy blood, shocking, and in the vast starry sky, it was very dazzling.

In the small garden, Ye Chen was ready, but his forehead was exposed with blue veins, his eyes were blood red, and blood was spread all over, and he was about to drip.

Another ancestor of the Holy Body was killed by the Zhuxian Sword.

Yiru Chen Zhan was killed in a weak state.

Ye Chen couldn't help but look down at his body.

Looking at the pieces of dazzling holy bones, it was not difficult for him to guess that this holy bone was from Ba Yuan, which was the artistic conception it brought him into.

But he couldn't understand why the Zhuxian Sword couldn't get along with the ancient holy body. The front was Ba Yuan and the back was Chen Zhan.

This is only what he knows. God knows how many holy bodies the damn Zhuxian Sword has destroyed in the long river of time.

"Two ancestors, I will avenge your grudges for you."

Ye Chen's words were sonorous and his eyes were unprecedentedly firm. One day, he would smash the damn Zhuxian Sword.

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