"This..." Ye Chen trembled suddenly, his face turned pale.

"Who is it?" the old man looked at the King of Humans and asked tentatively.

"The First God General." The Human King replied, sighing constantly.

His words instantly suppressed the atmosphere, a layer of haze, and the mood was filled with dullness. The disaster came too suddenly and caught off guard. A quasi-emperor died like this. The first god general under the Immortal Martial Emperor, who once followed the Emperor to fight the world, had great military achievements, but now it has become the dust of history.

"It's really a bad year!" The old man shook his head sighingly.

This really comes to Ye Chen's heart. It's not just the bad times in the past, but it's just a constant haze. Over the years, he and the King of Humans will always hear about the burial of people. Forty years, the quasi-emperor of the Great Chu, who died, fell by dozens of people. He didn't know who he was before.

Suddenly, a sense of guilt overwhelmed Ye Chen's heart.

In the final analysis, this craze for disasters was unshirkable. The blood limit appeared on the same day, causing this disaster. More than 80% of the quasi-emperor level were passively responding to disasters.

To this day, it has only been forty years, but there are countless quasi-emperors of the heavens who have been buried. In a disaster, the peak combat power of the heavens has suffered a terrible blow and is irreversible.

No one knows how many people will be buried in the disaster. This disaster is full of sadness and blood, making people unable to help but tremble in their hearts. Things in the world are too cruel and the sky is too cold-blooded. The journey against heaven is covered with blood and bones of living beings. Anyone may fall on the road.

The night was so quiet that the three of them were silent. Even the vulgar old man collected the collector's edition, and it was hard to hide the sadness in his eyes.

This time, what the three of them drank was no longer ancient tea, but strong wine, which was extremely bitter and bitter.

As dawn approaches, there are more and more pedestrians on the street.

On the new day, the ancient city is full of vitality and all walks of life are full of energy. Restaurants, stalls, and juggling are all attracting customers, shouting constantly, and it is very lively. All kinds of mortals play various roles in the hustle and bustle, playing all the warmth and coldness of the world and bringing out all the worlds.

Now, the old man’s tea stall became particularly inconspicuous.

However, people passing by would often turn their heads and look at this side with a strange expression, especially Ye Chen and the King of Humans, wearing cloaks and cloaks, without showing their true faces, which made the passersby unable to help but step forward and uncover the mysterious veil.

Soon, a guest came to the tea stall, and the old man stood up and boiled tea with warm water.

Ye Chen stopped his sad thoughts and looked quietly at the old man selling tea. He was obviously a strong man of a generation and the supreme quasi-emperor, but he sold tea in the mortal world. He was not angry at the urging and cursing tea lovers, but just greeted him with a smile, as if he was an ordinary old man selling tea in this mortal world.

Ye Chen began to understand that the purpose of the King of Man was not to obtain the word Dunjia Tian. The real purpose was to let him see how this old senior entered the mortal world and practiced.

Although the mortal world is not as good as the cultivator world, and there is no dreamy fairyland, there is one thing that can never be compared with the cultivator world, that is, the origin of the ordinary and monks cannot imitate it.

"Old man, a bowl of tea." When Ye Chen was indulging in thought, a word sounded, cold and indifferent, without any emotion.

Thoughts were interrupted, Ye Chen subconsciously turned his head and looked to the side.

At the tea table next to him, a new guest came, wearing a cloak, and was weak, but he was so handsome. In other words, he was a man dressed as a man. His face was peerless. When he dressed as a man, he was handsome and perfect.

She should be a swordsman, well, to be more precise, an assassin, with restrained anger, cold and cold eyes, and her eyes were as indifferent as ice. There was no trace of human emotions on her cheeks.

When Ye Chen saw it, she just sat down, put the sword on the table, and just drank tea quietly. Perhaps her temperament was too cold, so that those who came to drink tea subconsciously kept a distance from her. Master, this is a martial arts master.

Ye Chen closed his eyes and deliberately pulled down his cloak.

It’s not his fault, it’s just because this woman dressed in a man is a person who responds to the disaster, or the emperor of the Great Chu: the Moon Emperor.

Looking at the Human King again, he also did the same thing and pulled his cloak down, as if he knew that this woman was the Moon Emperor.

Although the two were sighing, they were not too shocked. During the process of practicing, they met too many people who responded to the disaster, with various characters, including monks, mortals, spiritual grass and monsters.

At this moment, the Moon Emperor became an assassin in response to the disaster. Compared with those quasi-emperors who became spiritual herbs and monsters, it is normal.

"Her destiny is very weak." The king of man said slowly.

"You mean, Senior Moon Emperor is likely to be unable to overcome the robbery?" Ye Chen's body tensed and he stared at the Human King.

"Anyone who is in response to the robbery may be buried in the robbery." The human king said lightly, "It is a blessing or a disaster, it depends on the fate."

Ye Chen was silent. He asked this question a little too stupid. He had already said this thousands of times along the way. Whether he could pass the test successfully depends on luck.

It is true that the human king can use the power of creation to reverse the disasters for the sake of disasters, but it will inevitably cause more changes. After all, the human king Fuxi is not the God of Creation, and this field is not his specialty.

"What's the situation? Why is it still dark?" When the two of them secretly passed the message, they didn't know who it was, and shouted in surprise.

Indeed, there are dark clouds in the sky, and the clear sky is covered with darkness. Among the rolling clouds, there are lightning and thunder, like signs before the rain, and like a heavenly tribulation of a monk.

Due to this change, there was a commotion in the ancient city. Both pedestrians and stall owners raised their heads, and even the people in the restaurant ran out. People on the second floor opened the window and looked up.

Under the gaze of everyone, a purple-haired young man appeared and came from the sky, his eyes were scarlet and his robes were shivering. He was a monk in the imperial realm.

"It's the person who responded to the disaster again." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could tell that it was a quasi-emperor who responded to the disaster or a quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world.

"Immortal?" The mortal in the city murmured, looking blankly. He could step on the void. Isn't he the legendary god?

However, before they could crawl on the ground, a powerful pressure fell from the sky and enveloped the ancient city. The mortals in the city, whether they were standing or sitting, were pressed and unable to move. Naturally, Ye Chen and the others were not included.

"It's best to use your blood to sacrifice my magic weapon." The purple-haired young man smiled faintly, his eyes flashing, and his words were filled with an irresistible magic. She stood like a king, looking down at the ants in the sky, with her mouth slightly raised, and her expression was so playful.

Immediately, a ray of blood was shot out between his eyebrows, turning into a pagoda, with silver light all over his body, and a dazzling fairy aura flowing. Each ray was extremely heavy, making the sky tremble.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes turned cold. As the Holy King, he knew that the purple-haired young man wanted to swallow all the mortals into the tower and destroy them. This was an evil method of refining weapons. He used the blood of living creatures to sacrifice his own natal magic weapon, and what he wanted was the resentment of living creatures. He had seen too many methods of refining weapons.

"Don't interfere." Seeing Ye Chen about to take action, the Human King sent a voice.

"If you don't interfere, Senior Yue Emperor will not be able to escape this death disaster." Ye Chen said, and glanced at the Emperor Yue Emperor. Her face turned pale and bleeding from the corners of her mouth. In the mortal world, although she is a martial arts master, she is far from enough to see in front of the monks. She died countless times with one palm.

"Don't worry, someone will take care of it." The king of man said calmly, and still drinking quietly. The disasters of mortals were as if they had not seen them.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a big hand suddenly appeared.

The purple-haired young man in Xutian was about to devour the creatures of the Divine Tower when he hit the big hand, and suddenly his expression changed. He wanted to escape, but it was too late. The big hand was too powerful and could not move, let alone escape.

In just a moment, he was wiped into nothingness by a palm, even saving his screams, and his natal god tower was also destroyed.

He was depressed until he died. He chose so many ancient stars of mortals. Unexpectedly, there were great supernatural powers hidden in this city and lost his life by accident.

Because of his death, the dark world appeared again in this dark world.

In the city, all the imprisoned mortals resumed their actions. Without saying a word, they collapsed into a large area, sweating profusely, pale and gasping for breath.

In that moment, they felt cold all over, as if they were dragged into hell. It was not difficult to guess that other immortals came to rescue them, otherwise they would have already gone to the underworld.

However, they naturally don’t know who saved them with their naked eyes.

If a mortal doesn't know, it doesn't mean Ye Chen doesn't know. He is seeing it really, and the old man who sells tea is very casual. In his eyes, it is far from enough to see it.

"With his intervention like this, he won't disturb the disaster?" Ye Chen asked.

"He didn't know that he was the one who was in charge of the disaster." The human king said.

"How could it be that I don't know?" Ye Chen asked in confusion, "I can see that he is a quasi-emperor, so how can he not see?"

"My vision is almost gone, let alone him." The king of humans couldn't help but smile, "Although this old guy has a weak combat power, his vision is far from that. In a sense, he is not as good as you. Since he doesn't know, he will be fine. As the saying goes, those who don't know are not guilty, and in this case, they will not disturb the disaster. But you and I are different. They already know that they are the disaster-responding person and have to intervene on their own. This is deliberate and have different natures."

"So that's it." Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, without any sympathy for the death of the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric emperor. If the great clan of the prehistoric emperor knew about it, he would probably feel very distressed. A peak quasi-emperor was destroyed.

On the side, the Moon Emperor got up, left two copper coins on the table, and then staggered away, stumbled into the crowd, with a bleak back.

Ye Chen watched her leave, feeling unbearable. The human king said that her fate was weak and she might be buried in the disaster.

Perhaps, this time will be their last meeting. If Qian Shangyue really fell into the disaster, how sad would Qian Shangyue be.
Chapter completed!