"Next, will there be the six paths of the world?"

This hope is not only Ye Chen, but also the older generation who knows the secret, murmured in their hearts, staring at the Void with a long eye, hoping that there will be the light of the immortal light that can fall on the Hongchen and the Six Paths. If they return to their positions, they can merge with Ye Chen and create the supreme emperor against the will of heaven.

This supreme is not false, but has a record of defiance.

In the past, when the Demon Emperor was resurrected, the three of them combined to kill the emperor again. They had the combat power of killing the emperor and also had the combat power to fight back against the prehistoric world, which was comparable to the Great Sacred Body Emperor Huang.

Under the attention of the world, there are always one immortal light that meets the disaster, coming from the sky, either falling in the southern Chu, or falling in the northern Chu city walls. There is always one person who has endured the immortal light that meets the disaster.

Unfortunately, so many immortal lights were not rushing towards the world, nor to the six paths. Hongchen Xue and Chu Lingyu were silent, and the other side's imperial concubine was also silent.

"I...I am also a robber?"

"I said, is that immortal light that responds to the robbery coming to me?"

"My son, you are the one who responds to the disaster."

These words come one after another, and there is always an immortal light to respond to the disaster, and there are many surprises, just because many people respond to the disaster, they don’t know that they are responding to the disaster. At the moment when they are approaching the immortal light to respond to the disaster, they are all confused, and this surprise comes unexpectedly.

"Will there be six paths of the world?"

Although the old generation in the heavens did not speak, the expression in their eyes represented everything, calling for the six realms of the world, and those calls were all from the soul.

"So many seniors Yingjie have returned, can they defeat the prehistoric world?" Yingjie Hongchen was making a fuss, looked at Chu Lingyu on the left, and then at Hongchen Xue on the right.

The two smiled whispered and did not answer.

"Senior, let's know each other?" On the city wall, the six paths who were in danger of being robbed were coughing more than once. They came to him after the Emperor returned to his position. Moreover, they always stared at him inadvertently, making him feel furrowed all over his body and always wanted to run away.

Emperor Ji smiled slightly, but she didn't answer. Her eyes looked at Liudao, full of female tenderness. It's been so many years since Liudao spoke to her for the first time. Although he was a disaster at this moment, her cold and dusty heart melted instantly for this sentence.

Why!

The old generations of the heavens shook their heads and sighed, lamenting that the world and the six realms, two ruthless men, stood on the city wall, and at this moment, did not know that they were the ones who were in response to the disaster.

To be precise, it is half a disaster, and the people present are the most alternative.

"It's useless to come any number of times, and you can't escape the death robbery."

The dark smile of the emperor of the prehistoric clan carries irresistible magic, and suddenly fills the Great Chu. The countless quasi-emperors of the prehistoric clans can see that the heavens are in danger of returning to their positions.

However, this doesn't matter. There are peak-level powerful people in the heavens, and he also has them in the prehistoric clans. Moreover, there are many more people than the heavens. If you really want to fight, the heavens are far behind.

The quasi-emperors of the heavens were silent. The lineup of both sides was clear, and the prehistoric clans knew that the absolute suppression of combat power was, unless the supreme level, who could turn the tide?

"Idiots, all the prehistoric ones are stupid."

The older generations were speechless, but the younger generations of Zhutian stopped doing it. I don’t know which talent it was. The wolf suddenly howled and the whole Great Chu was exploded. Talents from all sides responded, and all of them started to scream, and their scolding was shocking the world and the ghosts were sobbing.

It’s not that the old people in the heavens could no longer hear the rumbling sound, and their ears were full of curses, which made their heads buzz, as if they were hit by a hammer.

"I feel so relieved to have such a junior." The gods took a deep breath.

"War with the prehistoric tribes, I have never lost in all the realms of heavens." Tian Lao stroked his beard and Tian Lao pinched his beard. One was meaningful and the other was serious.

This is the truth. When Ye Chen fought with Honghuang, he didn't have this support team to support Ye Chen in spirit, but he cursed him so hard that he couldn't raise his head.

Amid the rumbling sound and the cursing, the immortal lights that responded to the disaster were one after another.

"I didn't see the six realms of the world, so why didn't I see the guy of the King of Humans?" The Holy Lord pondered.

"It's not worthy of his fate." Ye Chen shook his head helplessly. How could he, a half-baked descendant of Zhou Tian be compared to the ancestor of Zhou Tian? If you want to deduce him, your Taoist skills are still far from being able to do so.

From some moment, the immortal lights that came with the disaster gradually decreased.

When night falls again, there is no more gorgeous fairy light in the dark night sky.

People look up and look at nothingness.

After a long time, I have never seen the immortal light of the response to the disaster again. I have not waited for the six realms of the world, nor have I waited for the human king. The eyes of hope in the eyes of sentient beings have faded away with the prosperity and gradually faded.

Ye Chen was also like this, his bright golden eyes were dim and there was no longer any immortal light to respond to the disaster. In other words, if he wanted to use the power of the six paths of the world, he would cut off and return to the original path: do his best to be the quasi-emperor, go to the desolation of the Emperor of the Underworld, and resolve this crisis.

"Boom, bang for me."

The silence of thousands of silence was finally broken by the faint smile of the prehistoric world.

At night, people in the world can see through nothingness, and see the faces of the prehistoric world, with their smiles exposed, and they are as ferocious as evil ghosts, with their eyes shining green.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The attack from the prehistoric world came, and the Immortal Light of the Emperor's Dao, the attacking magic array, magical powers, magical instruments and secret treasures came overwhelmed and gathered into Wang Yang, hoping to subdue the Great Chu.

boom!

The barrier of protection of the sky was trembling, and the entire Da Chu Mountains and Rivers were buzzing and shaking, shaking huge. Too many mountains and mountains collapsed, gravels collapsed all over the sky, and too many palaces and pavilions were blown up, and the blue bricks and stone tiles fell and turned into ashes.

"If you want to fight, come, whoever is afraid of whom."

They were still the descendants of the heavens, glaring at the prehistoric world and cursing loudly, especially the descendants of the Great Chu, with the most resolute expression and no fear. Back then, their ancestors fought on this land, and even the demons were repelled, would they be afraid of the prehistoric world?

"Split the troops to guard the battle." Emperor Chu said, the first to step out of the city wall and head straight to Beizhen Cangyuan. With him, there were the other eight emperors of the Great Chu, with great momentum.

Later: the nine great generals went to the Xiling Valley.

The seven sons of Donghua and the nine qilins of the prehistoric kings went to the ancient abyss of Dongling.

Wutian Sword Master, Nine Sword Sanren, Tian Laodi Lao and other quasi-emperors went to Nanyan Daze.

Jiu Jianxian, Jian Feidao, Yaochi Xianmo and Donghuangtai and other quasi-emperors went to the Dongyue of Nanchu.

The Holy Lord, the son of the plane, Long Cangjie and other quasi-emperors went to Western Shu.

The Demon Abyss, Evil Demons, Emperor Ji and other quasi-emperors went to southern Xinjiang.

The Holy Lord of the Netherworld, Kui Niu Emperor, Holy Ape Emperor, Qilin Emperor and other quasi-emperors went to Beiyue.

The remaining quasi-emperors of the heavens are divided into two sects.

The latter faction rushed to various mountains, because each mountain had a barrier, either in groups of three or five, working together to guard the source stones that piled up into mountains, burning at any cost to maintain the magic array and support the sky-protecting barrier.

As for the other faction, it stayed in the Nanchu city wall, and the Great Chu barrier could be broken at all times, so it was necessary to guard it, because this city wall would make the last barrier of the Great Chu like the invasion of the Heavenly Demons that year, and could not conquer the Nanchu city wall, and could not conquer the Great Chu.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

The bombardment of the prehistoric world became more and more fierce, one after another, and it was like it was not enough to break the barrier. Every pair of eyes was scarlet and terrifying, flashing with fiery light. After so long, not only did they not slack off, but they became even more excited. To break through the Great Chu, to kill all the creatures of the Heavens Gate, and to take down the Great Chu, they would take down the Heavens.

The war spirit of the prehistoric world is high, and the monks in the heavens are even more burning with blood.

Looking down at the vast sky, every god is like a ball of burning flames, all colors are connected into pieces, covering the heaven and earth of Great Chu.

The beliefs of sentient beings are condensed again, and the heavens are in danger of being reborn, and too many strong people return, giving them great belief that the people are not fighting alone, but countless seniors are fighting side by side. In this battle, no matter whether they succeed or fail, they will die without regrets.

Zheng!

On the Nantian Gate, Ye Chen transformed into a Taoist sword, his expression was indifferent, but the fighting spirit in his eyes could not be hidden. The boiling ancient holy blood was burning like a flame.

He is the tenth emperor of the Great Chu, and it is also a monument. He will stand on this city wall and wait for the battle in the prehistoric world. He also has an obsession in his heart: the holy body Ye Chen is there, and the Nanchu city wall is there.

Suddenly, someone pulled him back and pulled him back for two or three steps.

Those who pull others are Chu Xuan and Chu Ling.

Ye Chen was stunned and didn't understand why.

Chu Xuan and Chu Ling Yanran smiled and both stepped out and stood in front of him.

Before Ye Chen could react, someone pulled him.

This time, Ji Ningshuang, Nan Ming Yushu, Lin Shihua, Liu Ruyan, Shangguan Hanyue, Shangguan Yuer, Xiyan, Haotian Shiyue, Xuannu, and Luo Xi are all his wives.

Immediately, the girls stepped forward and blocked him behind him, in a neat row, like a heroic and handsome female handsome man. Who said that men are inferior to men? Women are inferior to men?

Ye Chen frowned, as if he understood the meaning of this.

"Enlighten the truth with peace of mind."

These are his wives, with their backs facing him and expressing their words.

"Father-in-law, don't block the way!"

Another word sounded, this time, it was Tang San Shao.

There were also Ye Ling, who was laughing and Tang San Shao, who pulled Ye Chen away from the left and right, and like the girls, they all stepped forward and stood in front of him.

"What a pestle, get out of here."

"This is not your battlefield, just be enlightened with peace of mind."

"Go to the south, the farther the better."

Such words often sounded and became wonderful notes under the fire of war.

Every time there was a word, Ye Chen would be pulled far away, and at the same time, there would be figures like a tide of tide, blocking him, one after another.

So much so that he was originally in the southern Chu city wall, he was pushed to the rear of the Great Chu again and again, from the Northern Mountain to the Southern Chu Zhongzhou, from the Southern Chu Zhongzhou, from the Southern Chu Nanjiang, and from the Southern Chu Nanjiang, he was pushed to the most borderland in the southern part of the Great Chu.

Ye Chen looked blankly and stared at the north. He was filled with people. His wife, daughter, division commander, brother, comrade-in-arms... Countless ancestors and countless juniors stood in front of him. What he left for him was a series of backs, just like the invasion of the demons when they would have built a blood-colored Great Wall for him with flesh and blood, and they were willing to smash him to pieces.

"Immortal, be at ease to realize the truth."

His thoughts were interrupted again.

When he looked back, the mortals and the heads of him were mortal emperors, wearing armor, and behind them were their people, and they had been arranged in neat rows.
To be continued...