Small universe.

Ye Chen held the wine pot and sat on the top of the old mountain, quietly looking up at Cangmiao. There was no difference between day and night here, the sky was dull, the vast starry sky, and the bright stars, which was terrifyingly quiet.

How to go back.

This is what Ye Chen thought at this moment. I wonder if the empress had suppressed Zizai Tian, ​​had returned to the heavens, and when she returned, she also suffered from the misfortune of the vain river. If she had returned to the heavens, could she return to the throne of the desolate emperor.

He wanted to know all this.

However, I was trapped in the small universe and couldn't find the direction, and I didn't know how to go back.

Suddenly, he brushed his sleeves.

I saw a golden light scattering, floating in the dark sky, turning into twinkling stars.

To be precise, it is the word "Dunjia" in the sky.

The seal was broken that day, and the word "Tian" collected by the Supreme Emperor belonged to him. Now it is hung in the sky as stars, without any incongruity. It dispels the gloom and gives rays of light from the small universe.

Ye Chen looked up slightly and looked quietly.

The light of the word "天" made him confused. Each of them was refined from the universe.

Unfortunately, it was not consecrated.

“How to go back.”

He had said this murmur for countless times, so he could not be trapped here.

He murmured, and after a pot of wine, he fell asleep.

There is a beauty in the dream, and there is also a hometown in the dream. He is alone watching, and he is extremely lonely.

He used the dream to dream back to the heavens.

Unfortunately, his dream path has not yet been cultivated. In terms of combat power, he is far stronger than Yaochi, but in terms of his understanding of dreams, he is far inferior to Ji Ningshuang. He cannot do it by Ji Ningshuang.

A dream lasts for thousands of years.

However, the universe of the heavens is only one day.

The ancient times.

In the dark sky, there were sometimes rumblings, and many later gods came to realize the Tao against the heavens.

It’s true that the Holy Body lineage is stronger than the Heavenly Dao is weaker.

In this way, the suppression of the people will naturally weaken, and the constraints of God are gradually being untied.

"Ant."

A generation of holy demons sneered, no matter how many emperors they were, it was useless. Without the desolate emperor, they were all cannon fodder.

"The power of the people is far from what you can imagine."

The God Lord is on the top of the mountain and is enlightened with peace of mind. His words are ethereal, and only a generation of holy demons can hear them.

"It's just a battle for trapped beasts." A generation of holy demon laughed gloomy.

"The beauty believes in the common people, and the wife also believes in the common people. This is faith."

"I want to see how long you can last."

A simple dialogue is annihilated in the vastness.

The God Lord didn't care about it anymore and realized the truth with peace of mind. He was also at the peak of the quasi-waste and could also advance to the Emperor of Waste.

Not only him, all the peaks of quasi-waste are fighting against the universe.

No one knows whether success or failure, but the light of hope is still there and the luck of the people is still there.

After a thousand years of dreams, Ye Chen woke up.

His eyes were quite confused and he could not dream of returning to the heavens, but his understanding of the Dream Way was a little deeper.

On this day, he went down the top of the mountain.

In the darkness, he carried a wine pot, like a wandering tourist walking in the world of the world. He said it was the world, but there were no creatures. This small universe was only a living creature.

"Chang Kun."

"rule."

"The Way of Heaven."

Ye Chen murmured all the way, looking at the words Dunjia Tian hanging in the misty place.

They are still so dazzling.

At least, for this small universe, it will shine. The demise of civilization is already the dust of time, no more heaven, no more universe, no more rules, everything here is like decoration.

However, he is not in it.

He is an outsider.

Yes, he does not belong to this small universe, he is a wandering and false tourist.

Guests can win over the host.

It has been a thousand years, and his eyes have flashed for the first time.

If there is no rule, you can create rules.

Without the universe, one can create the universe.

Without the way of heaven, one can create the way of heaven. He is the heaven, and the heaven here. The demise civilization is no longer there, but this universe will continue an immortal legend because of the way of heaven.

And he is the creator of this myth.

"I understand."

Ye Chen smiled, and his eyes were not only flashing with brilliance, but also had a look of enlightenment.

The way of heaven.

To become a small universe, there will be more privileges, and this privilege may help him return to the heavens.

Maybe there are other luck that goes against the will of heaven.

"Turn the decay into magic." Ye Chen raised his head and poured it hard, without deliberately resolving the intention of drinking.

Maybe the wine was too strong and the drunkenness filled my mind.

Under the reflection of the word "天", his tough steps were like stepping on a sponge, his body was shaking and shaking, and his drunken eyes had a hint of sleepiness. The world became a dream for him.

With a ray of wind, he fell to the vast earth.

This sleep will last for a hundred years, letting the wind and dust blow, and letting the vicissitudes of time go.

There is no sign of waking up.

In the second hundred years, most of his holy body was half covered by the soil.

In the third hundred years, it was completely buried.

This year, he was completely buried in peace, his body rotted, his holy bones mottled, and his soul was aging.

He was like a seed, an eternal seed, buried in the soil.

If you want to become the way of heaven, you must first rot.

This is his enlightenment, who can integrate into the small universe, and will give birth to the towering tree with eternal seeds. One day, there will be an eternal fruit and bring eternal vitality.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The thunder tribulations in the ancient times have come one after another, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one.

Emperor, it seems to be a cabbage.

And the ancient times were the divine soil of Changbaicai, and Nirvana emerged one after another.

“There is a change.”

With the rumbling sound, a surprise came from the end of the ancient times.

It is Emperor Xuan and Emperor Ghost.

These two people are lazy and find the younger emperor to sit on their feet as they take the initiative. They come here and just land. They see the Emperor Huang and Hongyan shining brightly.

Bang!

The God Lord manifested in an instant, his eyes were like torches, the fire of the souls of Emperor Huang and Hongyan burned like flames, and the ancient holy body was also reshaped inch by inch, and was also covered with an eternal light.

"Have you overcome the disaster?" the God gentleman.

The lineage of the holy body, the magical lineage, prospers and all the losses.

The changes in Di Huang and Hongyan must be because of Ye Chen.

He must have overcome the disaster. Not only did he survive, but he was most likely still pursuing a great nirvana.

You are better than me.

It took a long time to see the God Lord smile without making any false statements.
To be continued...