The western desert was in chaos, the war was burning all over the Pure Land, the eight tribes were mixed together, and they worked together to mediate, and turned into a melee between the eight tribes. Every time the imperial soldiers collided, there were a lot of human figures turning into blood mist.

Looking up at the void sky, there are all beasts in prehistoric world.

Each of them is as huge as a mountain, rushing freely in the flying fairy light of the silence, spitting flames on his mouth, thunder in his eyes, and blood is pouring like rain, outlining a gorgeous picture.

Looking down at the earth, there are already corpses and blood flowing into rivers.

There are wars in every ancient city, rumbling, broken soldiers, beasts, and fierce battle flags, covered with bloody battlefields, like hell in the endless world.

"It's really lively." Meng Po looked at the Forbidden Zone and sighed, "If you continue to fight like this, the Western Desert will be destroyed."

"The origin of Chen Zhan, the divine treasure of Emperor Huang, the holy bones of Ba Yuan, the body of Ba Yuan, the transformation of heaven into dust, the six paths of reincarnation eyes, what did he experience after his death?" Wangchuan Tianwang murmured, looking quietly, as if he could see Ye Chen in the dusty space through the endless ethereal, his old eyes were full of deep meaning.

"Can you go to the underworld?" Meng Po said slowly.

"This possibility is not ruled out." Wangchuan Tianwang said indifferently, taking a deep breath, "He... will be a variable."

When the two of them were talking, the eight tribes fought even more fiercely, and they seemed to have no attitude of stopping the battle, and they were both crazy.

"Fight, just kill them all." On the edge of the Western Desert, the cultivators of the heavens were howling loudly, and they almost ran in to cheer. Just listening to the rumbling of the Western Desert, they were very happy.

"You bully me and the heavens, and you will also kill each other for one day." The young monks gathered together and laughed excitedly.

"In my opinion, it is probably that Chen Ye who is secretly plaguing the trick." On the side of the crowd, Jiuxiao Zhenren stroked his beard and smiled.

"If you can provoke a melee between the eight tribes, your skill in causing trouble is comparable to that boy Ye Chen." Chiyangzi said, "If Ye Chen is still alive, they should have something to say."

"When it comes to Ye Chen, I miss him again." More than a dozen people came over and looked carefully. It was the Southern Emperor Dragon Tribulation and the others.

"You guys, don't be impulsive anymore." The old quasi-emperor swept around, and the senior warned him with majesty, "I know I can't beat you, but I still rushed to the battle platform. How fierce the princes of the prehistoric clan are, and it's not something you can stop."

"If my seventh son is still here, those gangsters dare to be so arrogant?" The little monkey emperor had a cold light.

"The problem is that he is no longer here." The three old quasi-emperors all sighed, shook their heads, with a look of remembrance.

In a word, the geniuses were also silent.

They were unwilling to be suppressed by the prince of the prehistoric world, so they hoped for a person who had long been dead.

For a few moments, they even felt that Ye Chen was still alive and would return one day to turn the tide.

In the dusty space, Ye Chen found a bare stone, squatted on it, holding his chin with his hands.

Xi Zun stood beside him, carrying a wine gourd, drinking and watching, unable to express his joy.

If it is romantic, it is the two guys Kui Niu and Li Changsheng, each holding an iron basin, squatting in front of Qiongqi quasi-emperor, Prince Qiongqi and Prince Tengshe.

The three quasi-emperor souls and the two prince souls all had ferocious faces. They could see Ye Chen's tricks clearly.

It’s a pity that the Eight Clans did not realize that Ye Chen was thinking, and they started a big melee, completely forgot about Chen Ye.

And as captured people, they could only watch the prehistoric world kill each other, but they were powerless.

Not only were they helpless, they also had to watch the two beasts squat in front of them and drink soup, stewed by their bodies.

"It smells so fragrant." The guy from Kui Niu was very cooperative, one pot after another, and the drink was shameless and shameless.

"Do you drink?" Li Changsheng was even more humble. It was fine if he had drunk himself, but he looked up from time to time and asked if he could drink.

Several people gritted their teeth, their eyes were so angry that they were about to bleed, but their spoken language was blocked and they didn't even have the right to speak.

"Let's go." On the other side, Ye Chen patted his butt and got up. He stretched his waist first, then instantly escaped from the dust space, and then instantly escaped into the void space.

The war was in full swing, and no one noticed the strangeness here.

Stealing in nothingness, Ye Chen stayed away from the battle circle and returned to the ancient city of cause and effect, hoping to use the teleportation array here.

At this moment, there was also a great battle in the Cause and Effect City, and it was a mess, without a complete attic, full of rubble and fragments.

"So dedicated." Ye Chen glanced at it and saw several battle circles, piles of people from the prehistoric tribe, doing it fiercely.

After closing his eyes, he headed straight to the center of the city. Fortunately, the teleportation array was not damaged yet, so he stepped in and activated himself.

Before leaving, he left a clone. When the deity arrived at the place, he destroyed the teleportation array with one palm.

He had a bold idea, which was to destroy all the teleportation arrays of the ancient cities in the Western Desert.

The western desert is so vast and boundless that it only depends on flying. Even if it is a great saint, it may not be able to fly out for millions of years.

Just imagine, if there was no teleportation array, the prehistoric tribes in the Western Desert would be extremely distressed.

"This idea is very good." Ye Chen became more and more reliable. As he thought about it, he buried his head and smiled obscenely.

When Kui Niu and the other two saw it, they all showed a meaningful look, and they liked Ye Chen's urinary nature, which was very pleased.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Chen left the passage, and the clone in the Cause and Effect City also destroyed the teleportation array with one palm.

"You must need the map of the ancient city in the Western Desert." Xi Zun's self-sacred sea printed his spiritual sense, sealed it in jade, handed it to Ye Chen, and then continued to drink slowly.

"It's really understanding." Ye Chen couldn't help but smile and crushed the jade. The spiritual consciousness inside was integrated into his divine sea. Surprisingly, it turned out to be the entire Western Desert map.

With a map, you will get twice the result with half the effort when doing things. Ancient cities are marked and then connected.

He made up his mind to destroy all the ancient city teleportation arrays. After the eight tribes fought, they would fly out.

Half an hour later, he set off again to the ancient city of Creation, where there was a teleportation array, and it was not small.

Along the way, there were many people from the prehistoric tribes, and they fought in full swing. They also solved several of them, which would be of great use in the future.

As for human cultivation, it’s not that there are many people, most of them are the Great Saint-level and Quasi-Emperor. They come to the troubled waters to take advantage of the situation and seek wealth and danger. The Heat played by the eight tribes in the prehistoric world can also be a little bit of money.

Ye Chen is most optimistic about these people. He can always find ways to make money and rely on himself, and he is very promising.

Not long after, he escaped into the City of Creation, which was also lively and shrouded in the prehistoric aura. He ignored it directly and left a clone, and the deity escaped into the teleportation channel.

After a quarter of an hour of unworthiness, the teleportation array of the ancient city of Creation turned into ruins, and the people of the prehistoric tribe were completely unaware of it.

In the next period of time, Ye Chen was already waving, like a ghost, appearing among ancient cities.

Shortly after he left, the ancient city teleportation array was destroyed.

In less than half a day, dozens of teleportation arrays were destroyed, and they were all important ancient cities in transportation hubs.

He also worked diligently in the Heat, which was fought by the eight tribes in the prehistoric world.

It was another dark night. He entered the teleportation channel, poured wine hard, and the words "Happy" were engraved on his face.

"I really want to see the expressions of the eight clans after seeing that all the teleportation arrays were destroyed." Li Changsheng's eyes shone brightly.

"It's certain that I'm cursing. I can't guarantee it. I'll do it again." Kui Niu touched his chin, his face deep.

"One day, the entire western desert passage will be paralyzed." Ye Chen held the map and made no sense to himself.

"The battle outside has stopped." Xi Zun said.

Upon hearing this, Ye Chen immediately raised his head, opened the six reincarnation eyes, and looked at the outside world through the passage.

It is true as Xi Zun said that the eight tribes in the prehistoric world have stopped fighting.

Ye Chen frowned, and could clearly see that the eight clans were each regular, and although they glared at each other, they did not continue to fight.

"What's the situation? I'm done?" Kui Niu also frowned. For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong.

Outside, on the side of the void, the eight clan quasi-emperors gathered together, each with cold faces and in a mess.

At this moment, the eight quasi-emperors holding imperial weapons were all looking at a man in a black robe. He was a quasi-emperor, and to be more precise, he was the Supreme Lord of Shan, who was also in the Western Desert.

"Are you sure that Chen Ye is damning?" Tengshe snorted coldly.

"You can tell at a glance." Shangshan smiled and brushed his hand to draw a water curtain. The water curtain was huge enough to hang in the air. "This was derived from my master's deduced, and it is absolutely true."

Looking at the water curtain again, what appears... It is the scene of Ye Chen chasing the identity of a Tengser that leads the two tribes to war.

"Bastard." Tengshe and Armadillo were furious when they saw it. The two tribes started a war, and Chen Ye was in the dark.

"Damn it." The other six clan quasi-emperors also shook the sky with anger, gritted their teeth, and looked fierce, like a demon.

The dignified Chonghuang clan was actually tricked by a small saint. For this reason, the eight clans fought in a melee, and countless casualties were killed or injured. Since the Chonghuang clan was lifted, he has never suffered such a loss.
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