After the battle, corpses littered the fields outside Tianxu, and blood flowed into rivers.
The earth is bloody, broken swords are stuck in oblique directions, and blood-stained battle flags are flying in the yellow sand, shouting to the sky.
Who would have thought that more than 10 million monks were buried in this world, and there were only four of them at the quasi-emperor level.
In this battle, the four tribes expelled the imperial soldiers and turned into dust. Thousands of years later, the history of Xuanhuang will be like this.
"Go home." The Nine Emperors of Dachu ascended to heaven, took Ye Chen with them, and took fifty million monks with them, and headed straight for Dachu.
The word "go home" made all the fifty million monks in heaven cry.
They have been waiting for this moment for three hundred years.
It's like an abandoned orphan, and the hometown that haunts me is my mother's arms, full of warmth.
Everyone watching the battle raised their heads with awe in their eyes. The Nine Emperors of Chu were so powerful that they destroyed five imperial lineages in one go.
In today's battle, they have gained a reputation in heaven.
This legend is destined to become an immortal myth and be passed down from generation to generation throughout the world.
The Nine Emperors left, and the five heavenly kings in the restricted area also turned around. One went to heaven, one to purgatory, one to the underworld, one to the river of forgetfulness, and one to the underworld, and each returned to his own home.
I have been away for three hundred years in search of Dachu. It is too long to be away.
There are also missions in the restricted areas. After returning this time, I don't dare to leave on my own, because the five restricted areas are too closely related.
The Sword God glanced at Xu Tian, his eyes fixed on one person, and immediately raised his hand to take him over.
That's an old Taoist with a big beard, isn't it the Taoist Yan
"Junior has seen the Sword God." Yan Laodao hurriedly saluted, muttering in his heart, wondering why Jian Feidao arrested him.
"Do you know where the Human King is?" Jian Feidao's eyes did not squint, as if he knew that Yan Laodao's family was the Human King.
"More than a hundred years ago, I worked with Ye Chen and Beisheng to deduce it. There was only one picture, I don't know where it was!" Yan Laodao took out a jade slip and crushed it immediately.
The broken jade slips showed divine light and transformed into a water curtain in mid-air. In the water curtain was a vast mountain and river.
"The Sword God has extensive experience. I wonder if I can tell where this is." Yan Laodao looked at the Sword God tentatively.
The sword god said nothing, glanced at the water curtain, and then looked at Donghuang Taixin and many quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Sect.
"You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get there."
All Heavenly Sword God Jian Feidao, Kunlun Goddess Donghuang Taixin, Dan Zun Qiye, Tianxuan Sect Quasi-Emperor, and Nine Desolate God Lord all turned around together and ascended to the sky to pursue the Nine Emperors.
The great mountains and rivers shown by the water curtain are none other than Da Chu.
But everyone was puzzled as to how the human king Ying Jie went to Da Chu without even the Tianxuan Sect being aware of it.
They were confused, and Yan Laodao also scratched his head, not knowing why.
The spectators were stunned for a long time, still in shock, dizzy, and still unfinished, feeling like they were dreaming freely.
A big drama, indeed a big drama, this time it was not in vain.
I haven't seen such a huge battle in many years.
With tens of millions of monks, more than a hundred quasi-emperors, and more than a dozen supreme emperor soldiers, this grand occasion is absolutely unparalleled from ancient times to the present.
"This is all thanks to the Ancient Holy Body. If it hadn't been for him, there wouldn't have been such a scene." Many people lamented.
"Since he came to Xuanhuang, the movement has become bigger and bigger every time."
Many people sighed and began to count on their fingers again. Ye Chen's shocking deeds along the way were revealed.
Sure enough, wherever he went he was bustling with excitement, and wherever he went there was bloodshed, he was like an unlucky child, and everyone disliked him.
But it turned out that everyone who disliked him was sent to hell, and the queue could get very long.
"Don't mess with whoever you provoke in the future. His Nine Emperors are too ruthless, and his Nine Emperor Soldiers are also overbearing."
"It's up to you whether there will be a future." The old guys stroked their beards, "He only has his last breath left."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the four directions felt regretful that the mighty ancient holy body in the world was just a doomsday god of war.
"He's gone." The old man put his hands on his hands and turned around slowly, "I didn't even know where Da Chu was when I arrived."
"Hundreds of quasi-emperors will definitely be able to save Lao Qi." Kui Niu and the other brothers were all secretly convinced.
"He is born to write myths." Nan Di smiled, "Let's go and wait in the ancient city of Kunlun."
Everyone followed, and only Bei Sheng was left, silently looking at Miaomiao from a distance, wagging his teeth gently, with a complex and worried look on his face.
She hopes that Ye Chen will live, at least until she expresses the love hidden in her heart, even if she is rejected, she will have no regrets.
As the breeze blew, she turned around and followed the others.
The vast world was suddenly empty, and the bloody wind was whistling, carrying sadness and howling, which had been precipitated by the years.
The stone monument of Da Chu stands tall in the sky, frightening the world: Anyone who offends our Da Chu will be punished no matter how far away it is.
The starry realm in the sky is vast, boundless, distant and ancient.
On this day, people in the heavens always felt that there was something extra, a sense of vicissitudes of life, filling the vast starry sky.
Looking from a distance, it is a land of great mountains and rivers, with beautiful mountains and rivers and flourishing life, hiding many ancient past events.
It is Da Chu, which was left behind for three hundred years, and then merged into the heavens, absorbing the origin of the heavens and repairing the scars.
"We're back, we're back." From a distance, we could hear the hoarse shouts of the fifty million monks in heaven.
"Three hundred years." The monks who were reincarnated in Dachu came from all directions, like tides and seas, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
The two sides blended together, each hugging each other, each looking for relatives and old friends, with tears streaming down their faces and bursting into tears.
Descendants of the emperor, kings throughout the generations, three sects, nine palaces and eighty-one gates, Yanhuang, Dancheng, Xiong family, Shangguan family, Situ family, Haotian family, Dongfang Ximen, Nangong Beichen, Panlong Sea Area, Qixi Palace, Cast Sword city.
In the Great Chu Heavenly Court, all the major forces have their inheritance.
Three hundred years ago, they fought against the demon and died on this land, and their blood is still stained at this moment.
Three hundred years later, we met again, with endless stories of the past, endless vicissitudes of life, and endless tears.
The before and after are the past and present lives, and the three hundred years between them are the world of mortals, like a dream, ancient and far away.
Zhongtong Earth, in front of the Tomb of Heroes, Dachu monks gathered together. The stone tablet was densely engraved with countless names.
That was carved three hundred years ago by Ye Chen and the few dozen remaining monks, and it has been weathered by time and hardship.
Today, most of the ninety million heroic souls of Chu have returned, but there are still many names that no one has come to claim: Chu Xuan, Chu Ling, Long Ye, Zixuan, Chu Hai Shenbing, Dao Huang, Zhuge Yu, Dugu Ao, Danchen, Danyi, Chu Cangzong, Nangong Yue, Dongfang Yuling, Shangguan Xuanzong, Zhong Jiang, Zhong Kui, Ji Ningshuang, Huwa, and the four kings.
They may not be found yet, or they may not be able to be reincarnated. As early as three hundred years ago, they truly turned into the dust of history.
"Every day, I will come and wipe the dust off your name." Tang Ruxuan held Xiong Er's arm, smiling with tears in her eyes.
Three hundred years seemed like a blink of an eye, but it was also a long time. Her long hair was still as white as snow, and her look was haggard and pitiful.
"Every day, I look up at the stars and hope that my Xuan'er won't shed too many tears." Xiong Er, who has always been unreliable, also spoke love words and revealed his truest feelings.
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"Father, mother, sister, we have been thinking about this for three hundred years." Haotian Shixue and Haotian Shiyue both had tears in their eyes.
"Reunion." Haotian Xuanzhen and Hua Xu smiled gently, looking at their daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren with unprecedented excitement and tearful eyes.
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"I have been homesick these past few years." Yang Dingtian, Xu Fu, Daoxuan, and Pang Pangchuan were in tears.
"Thousands of times, I will never forget it until death." Situ Nan, Liu Yi, Nie Feng, and Ye Wuxue were all wiping away tears.
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"Although he is only three hundred years old, he suddenly feels older than his previous life." Gu Santong smiled slightly, with nostalgia in his smile.
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"Junior sister, it feels like a world away!" Zhongli's voice was hoarse, and his words were vicissitudes of life, "I never thought we would see each other again."
"One day, master and senior brother will also return." Hong Chenxue looked at the stone tablet, her beautiful eyes dimmed.
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"This is my hometown." Xie Yun held Mu Wanqing's hand, Duan Yu held Yunmeng's hand, Qin Yu held Ji Ruyan's hand, and Man Xiong held Man Man's hand. Their words were full of tenderness.
"Da Chu, you are beautiful." All the girls smiled tenderly.
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In remembrance, the Dachu monks left Zhongtong Earth, wielding swords in the sky, riding clouds and mist, and gathered at Tianxuan Sect.
The fact that they were still standing here was all thanks to Ye Chen, but when they came back, Da Chu's Ye Chen fell.
Everyone raised their heads, looking at Miaomiao, with eyes full of hope, hoping that the man would wake up and walk out of Tianxuan Gate alive.
In the Tianxuan Sect, hundreds of quasi-emperors stood around a cloud platform, and the sealed Ye Chen was lying on it.
"Are you sure the Human King is in Dachu?" Yue Huang looked at Donghuang Taixin.
"I have used the nine emperor soldiers to locate him, and I have indeed found a trace of Qi." Donghuang Taixin whispered, "But there is a mysterious power covering him, and it will take some time."
"I'm very surprised. There are emperors in Da Chu who are watching. The human king is here to deal with the calamity, and the reincarnations of the heavens are not aware of it at all?" Yan Huanghuan looked at the quasi-emperors of Tianxuan Sect with a confused expression.
"We underestimated the Human King too much." Donghuang Taixin smiled and shook his head, "He is the remnant soul of the Human Emperor. The Human Emperor is the ancestor of Zhou Tian. It is not surprising that he can escape the prying eyes of the emperor."
"I'm afraid, even if I find the human king Fuxi, it will be difficult for Ye Chen to change his life." Someone sighed, "He only has one breath left."
"We have to try." The Nine Emperors took action one after another, constantly using secret techniques to suppress Zhou Tian on Ye Chen's behalf, lest the overbearing power swallow up even his last breath.
Hundreds of quasi-emperors such as Sword God, Donghuang Taixin and Danzun also cast spells one after another, hoping to save Ye Chen. They only hoped to stabilize Ye Chen's tone, which was the key to his survival.
Ye Chen lay still, motionless, his faint consciousness drifting away.
In the haziness, he seemed to see a land of ancient demons. The sky was dark and lightless, with lightning and thunder, and it was full of silence.
On the demon soil, there is a majestic figure wearing golden armor, leading millions of divine generals, walking all the way across the sky.
His consciousness was blurred again, and when the scene reappeared, the Wuwu Demonic Land had been dyed blood-colored, as if he had experienced a catastrophe, with bones piled up into mountains and blood gathering into rivers.
Millions of god generals have disappeared and died in that land.
On the blood-colored demon soil, only the stalwart figure wearing golden armor was left, dripping with blood and bones, holding a broken sword, staggering forward in the doomsday.