In an instant, Ye Chen's state of mind sublimated and transformed under the disaster. It was his disaster and his fortune.

The sudden enlightenment of the saint fighting against the Four Emperors during the disaster is still applicable today. Only by sacrificing one's life and forgetting one's death can one achieve enlightenment against the will of heaven.

Once again, he closed his eyes slightly, and in the battle he realized the great way, and opened the mist of the mist, approaching the most origin of the Tao, integrating with the heaven and earth, and standing shoulder to shoulder with the great way.

But seeing him slowly raise his hand, hold the world in his hand, evolve all things, and his punch is ordinary, but he knocked back the Scorpio Emperor.

Emperor Qiongqi attacked him, and his blood and bones flew everywhere with one palm.

However, he didn't care. Emperor Qiongqi slashed him with a palm, and he punched him, the most ordinary punch, and one punch killed half of the emperor's body.

The six emperors arrived together, and the laws of the emperor's Tao were intertwined, which opened up the vast land, trapped Ye Chen, and wiped out his Tao.

But what is surprising is that Ye Chen was not bound by the prehistoric world and walked slowly. With an ordinary step, he merged the great way and felt like he entered a no-man in the fertile soil of the prehistoric world.

At this moment, the so-called laws of the emperor's way are all decorations for him. Although it hurts his body, it is also tempering his body.

He was still injured again, but he seemed to be in pain.

The so-called death is no longer important, or it has forgotten death, and the mind has no external objects. After the catastrophe, Nirvana will be transformed and nirvana.

His chaotic Tao returned to nature and became spiritual, and the original spirit of all things was the supreme Tao.

The battle scenes are a little lawless. Every punch of his body makes the emperor bleed and Thunder is defeated.

This battle was beyond imagination. I don’t know what Ye Chen had experienced, but he suddenly became so domineering. Even if the Eight Emperors joined forces, it would be difficult for him to suppress him.

"How is that possible?" The eyes of the prehistoric clan were highlighted, and Ye Chen suddenly became so strong that it was unacceptable.

That was their ancestor emperor! He once ruled all spirits, and the eight masters joined forces, but were beaten to pieces by one master.

As juniors, how can they not get angry when they look at this? How can they not be angry when their ancestors are beaten up?

But so what if he is angry, the Eight Emperors of the Prehistoric Evils were still abused, and the lineup of Eight-Dou 1 was counterattacked by someone.

"Kill, kill, kill." Every member of the prehistoric tribe had scarlet eyes and gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush over at this moment, kill Ye Chen, chew his flesh, and drink his blood.

"Master." Xu Tian, ​​Shangyin and Shangyang, looked at the ancestor Yantian, "This is too strange."

The ancestor Yantian said nothing, only narrowed his eyes slightly, and pinched his fingers in his sleeves. But no matter how he calculated, he could not calculate Ye Chen's identity. Ye Chen seemed to be a vicious cycle.

The more he couldn't calculate, the more angry he became. He was so embarrassing that he was at the level of a quasi-emperor that he could not defeat a small saint.

The prehistoric hated Ye Chen, but he was not the same. His two quasi-emperor disciples, one was buried in Ye Chen's heavenly tribulation, and the other was killed by Ye Chen. This is an irreconcilable hatred.

"Kill, kill, kill." His face became more ferocious than the prehistoric clan, like a demon, cruel and bloodthirsty.

As everyone watched, Ye Chen showed his power.

He had opened his eyes, his eyes were empty of waves, clear and filthy, no dazzling divine light, no terrifying cold light, only ordinary, calm and without any waves.

His attack was also ordinary, but the power of the attack was so powerful that it was shocking that the Eight Emperors of the Prehistoric World retreated collectively.

"This kid, you're cheating!" The little monkey emperor grinned, "Would you like this behave like this perverted?"

"It's exactly the same as Ye Chen's past, and suddenly became stronger."

"It should be transforming into Nirvana under the disaster." Chiyangzi said slowly, "He has such insights that are against the will of heaven."

"The sudden enlightenment under the disaster is an opportunity and a fortune." Jiuxiao Zhenren said with relief, "He is indeed not simple."

"The Eight Emperors are defeated." The Northern Saint, who had been silent, whispered, making everyone's eyes shine.

The Eight Emperors of the Prehistoric World were indeed defeated, and the body of the beaten emperor was dispersed, and wisps of blood were all wisps of thunder and lightning, sprinkling all over the world, coming from the world and returning to the world.

It is worth mentioning that before returning to the silence of the Eight Emperors of the Prehistoric World, they all showed their gratitude to Ye Chen as the emperor.

This gratitude has nothing to do with grudges, but is a surprise and recognition of future generations. After thousands of years, the geniuses of the younger generations are really amazing and have surpassed the ancestors of the prehistors.

The emperor's recognition and supreme glory. Although Ye Chen had no light on his body, he was even more dazzling and dazzling than the scorching sun.

"Send the ancestors to the forefathers." Ye Chen shook for a moment, almost fell, stabilized his body, and bowed his hands.

This worship has nothing to do with grudges, but is a respect for the ancestors and emperors. It is the descendants of the prehistoric times that have humiliated the predecessors, but the emperor's arrogance will remain in the world forever.

"Impossible, this is impossible." The eight tribes in the prehistoric world all roared, and the legend of the emperor's invincible was broken and it was difficult to accept.

"Nothing is impossible." The junior cultivator cursed secretly.

Let you bully us all the heavens, so let's do it now! The eight emperors in your family, together with their joint efforts, were collectively killed by our heavens saints.

It's just that, it's really comfortable to see. The most exciting thing in this life is that the Eight Emperors of the Prehistoric World were destroyed today.

"I really give you face to the heavens." The cultivators were all excited and almost jumped up excitedly. They were a demon of heaven-deficiency.

"The emperor sang all the way, and never lost in his lifetime. Tonight, he was defeated by his younger generations. Later generations have risen and we are old." The older monks were all sad.

"As expected." There were also laughter from the five major penalty areas.

"The Holy Body Line, another fire." The Emperor of the Underworld, couldn't help but smile, "I like him more and more."

Di Huang smiled but said nothing, and he was no longer surprised by Ye Chen's achievements. Compared to the Emperor, this is all a pediatric department.

"Kill." The noisy Ximo shouted and shouted to kill.

It is everywhere, from the prehistoric clan, the Eight Emperors were destroyed, and the heavenly tribulation was truly over, and it was time for them to take action.

The eight emperor soldiers ascended to heaven, and at the same time swept out the Extreme Emperor's Light, attacked Ye Chen, traveled through the vast universe, rebelled against the yin and yang of the universe, and destroyed the world with its power.

The world where Ye Chen is located is shrouded in nirvana, and destruction visions appear frequently, as if the end of the world is coming.

People from all directions changed their qualities, and the eight emperor soldiers, such a level of killing was beyond the scope of rescue. Even if they wanted to save them, they did not have the strength to die. The quasi-emperor went there.

Ye Chen's expression was silent and calm, and he let the Emperor's Divine Light press, without any fear, and nothing to be afraid of.

The next moment, he moved the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Dao, instantly escaped into the space black hole, avoiding the ultimate kill of the Emperor Dao.

The Eight Emperors' Divine Lights fell, shattering the world into devastation, and everything turned into ashes.

Alas! When people from all over the world saw it, they all sighed.

Even if he escaped under the Emperor's calamity, he still could not escape the death of the prehistoric world. This is a fate of death, and it should be his destiny.

But he still left behind an immortal myth, which will be regarded as a story for future generations in a thousand years.

"Die, die." A ferocious smile sounded between heaven and earth, and was unscrupulous. They were the eight tribes in the prehistoric world, so excited that they were crazy, and even a little perverted, which was really evil.

"Damn it." The younger generations of the little monkey emperor wanted to curse, their eyes were blood red, and their fists were clenched and their fists were soaked in blood.

"It's so frustrating." Long Jie cursed, "I finally found a talent, but it was so strangled."

"The emperor's way of killing is absolutely possible, even if there are imperial soldiers, they will definitely not be able to stop him." Emperor Nan sighed. They were unable to turn the world back on this matter.

"Let's go." Jiuxiao Zhenren waved his sleeves, swept away many juniors, supported the teleportation domain gate, and instantly escaped into it.

The old quasi-emperor, Chiyangzi, and many old quasi-emperors were not idle either. They opened the domain gate and retreated quickly.

The heavenly tribulation is over, who can guarantee that the anger of the eight tribes of the prehistoric world will disappear? If you are crazy and use the heavenly beings to vent your anger, it will be a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and it will be absolutely miserable.

Without the Emperor's Army, the quasi-emperor level must temporarily avoid the edge. The prehistoric world is too powerful, let alone the race with imperial weapons.

However, not everyone has left, and there are still people who have not left, just like the ancestor Yan Tian and their two disciples.

"The Emperor's Immortal Art promised by the Emperor's Dao." The ancestor Yantian stretched out his hand, his posture was extremely high and his face was not very good-looking. In order to help the Emperor's Dao capture Ye Chen, he lost two disciples.

"Immortality? What kind of emperor's immortality?" The eight quasi-emperors all pretended to be confused and pretended to be stupid, and their acting skills were quite good.

"What, do you want to break your promise?" The ancestor Yantian snorted coldly.

"We have said that we have given the Emperor the Immortal Law, but no deadline has been set." The Armadillo Quasi Emperor stroked his beard and smiled faintly, "When my clan is in charge, it will not be too late to offer the Immortal Law again."

"You..." Yan Tian almost vomited blood when he couldn't breathe in one breath. He could see that the eight tribes in the prehistoric world were trying to cheat! A typical example of crossing the river and destroying the bridge, killing the donkey.

For a moment, his murderous intent could not help but surge. He was an ancestor of his lineage, and he had never been fooled like this.

Hum? Seeing that he showed murderous intent, the eight clan quasi-emperors all looked cold, and the imperial soldiers hanging on their heads also radiated the divine light of the Emperor's Dao.

Now, Yan Tian was so cowardly that he obviously forgot who the other party was. It was a great clan in the wilderness, and the whole world was no match for him, let alone him, who was really looking for death.

"Master, the other party is very powerful, so it's not easy to force him!" Shangyang and Shangyin rushed to send a message, for fear that his master would get cramped in his brain, so he would get on the silly person.

There is no need to think about the outcome. Not only the three of them, but also the entire Yantian Dao Palace, will be flattened by the prehistoric world.

"Okay, very good." The ancestor Yantian smiled, extremely ferocious, and finally suppressed it. Although he was angry, his mind was not in trouble. He knew that he could not beat him and still wanted to do it. That was to seek abuse.

"Goodbye." With a cold snorkeling, he shook his sleeves and turned around and left. This time, he really suffered internal injuries and mobilized many troops. He failed to get the Immortal Art of Emperor Dao, and he even died two disciples. He really lost his wife and his troops.

"What is the magical method of the emperor of our clan, and you can also touch the ants." Looking at Yan Tian's back, the quasi-emperors of the eight clans sneered, all of them were gloomy.

This is also a blessing for Xiao Yuanhuang and the others to leave early. If they see this scene, they will definitely laugh and sarcasm.

This is the end of being a lackey in the prehistoric world. You have a hot face and a cold butt. You are now cheated! You deserve it.

Facts have proved that it is difficult to be a lackey, and even those who are lackeys will not end well, just like the best good and the best evil. Those two brothers and brothers in trouble are most likely to regret it on the road to the underworld at this moment?
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