~.<  >-~     When bursts of heart-wrenching pain came, Ye Qinghan's two soul oceans once again became the battlefield of the power of light and darkness.

The great immortals start a war, and mortals suffer. With such fierce energy, the soul is still the most vulnerable part of the human body...

The power of light originally had an absolute advantage. After all, so many people and so many faith powers have been continuously transported over the past three years. The power of darkness has been purified by the lightning and lightning on Ye Qinghan's soul ocean. The white lines on the soul ocean are extremely surging, and each black line is entangled by several white lines, silently swallowing and fighting, which is very tragic.

But in the past few days, the bridge above the soul ocean has been radiant. Originally, this bridge with a sacred light was derived from black lines, but at this moment it suddenly accelerated to refine Obama's remaining demonic aura inside.

Obama was almost dying like Ye Qinghan at this moment. The white bridge was shining brightly, and his demonic aura began to refine at a speed of a hundred times.

The black line was replenished with energy and began to counterattack, so Ye Qinghan felt more and more surging and more and more pain.

At this moment, Obama's remaining original aura had been completely refined after nearly four days of refining. The energy of the black line and the white line reached an equal ratio. The battle began to escalate, and Ye Qinghan also knew that he would definitely not be able to survive this round!

Over the past four days, the large amount of blood has almost completely lost Ye Qinghan's life energy. Although he felt an unparalleled severe pain, his head felt like a balloon that was constantly blowing, and it would explode at all times.

But he was unable to bounce, hit the wall, hit the stone tablet, causing severe pain caused by trauma and reducing the swelling feeling in his head.

He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to roll. He held his head and was on the ground, his body trembling, just like a night cat after being electrocuted, and like a dying wild boar, his limbs twitching from time to time...

He closed his eyes tightly, and his eyebrows were almost twisted because of severe pain, but he had no strength to grin. Instead, like his body, the muscles on his face were beating from time to time.

When people were about to die, their words were good. Ye Qinghan felt that when people were about to die, they felt that everything was a bit illusory.

The body no longer hurts, everything seems to be no longer important, the soul begins to tremble and is about to collapse, it doesn't matter, whether Pandora will encounter the archbishops' xiu. Will the divine world always groan under Shen Tu Xiong's demons forever, it doesn't matter. In the secret realm of reincarnation, will his wife be heartbroken, will the children be naughty, Xiao Hei's soul body and the God-slaying Sword, as well as the Soul Emperor Pavilion, and the black stones in the divine crystal will eventually fall into whose hands. Everything... is not important!

Ye Qinghan understood at this moment why the rich people in his previous life donated all their property after their death? Why didn’t the Soul Emperor leave the Soul Emperor Pavilion to Xiao Hei?

If a person is about to die, nothing matters.

There are not so many worries, so many worries, so many sadness. Because when you close your eyes, this world has nothing to do with me. Once you enter the loess, you will turn into loess. How can you be so entangled or so many obsessions?

He didn't think about how to save it, because since the first soul mutation, he began to check the information about this. He also quietly asked Mo Xiaoxiao, and finally the War Emperor was determined. You can go, no one can save it except the Supreme God Emperor.

In the turbulence of space outside the sacred plane, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared!

The old man with white hair appeared silently. He was wearing a simple coat, barefoot, with a very ordinary appearance, and no breath of a strong man on his body. This is not important, what is important is... He didn't have any original power on his body, so he dared to stand in the void?

"Swish~"

The broken knife flow in the space in the distance roared, and countless broken knife flows shining with golden light like swords roared towards the old man in Mai, and were about to hit his body.

But something extremely strange happened. The old man in Mayi actually moved his body, and he did not condense the original power, and he didn't even look at it. However... these broken swords were separated automatically and flew past the old man in Mayi, and even half of his hair was transparent and broken!

You know, this is the space-breaking sword flow that even the ninth-grade supreme practitioners are afraid of!

The old man didn't even look at the whistling sword flowing that was roaring away. There was no emotional fluctuation on his face. Standing in the void, looking at the sacred plane, it seemed that he could see through the original power outside the plane and see through the things inside the sacred plane.

"Well... it's been a billion years!"

After a long time, the old man in Mai suddenly spoke, his voice was extremely old and extremely lonely, but with a hint of expectation, he stared at the sacred plane again and said lightly: "The second person... finally appeared, I just don't know if he can go to the end!"

After leaving a strange word, the old man in Mayi turned his head and walked towards the void. Every step he took could cross thousands of miles. The space vortex that the ninth-grade strong men were afraid of was as if they had not seen it. He just blinked and took a few steps, and disappeared into the endless void...

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Chapter completed!