The night in Dachu is quiet and peaceful, and everything is silent.
The bright moonlight and dazzling stars cast a gorgeous coat on this great mountain and river, like a fairyland.
However, the tranquility of the night was broken by a loud roar, which shocked everyone everywhere. Too many people stood up and looked up at the sky.
"Where did the bang come from?" Xiong Er stood there with doubts in his eyes.
"Is it possible that the ancient clan is going to tear up...the truce agreement?"
"I have a feeling of palpitations." Xie Yun was leaning on a cane, his face was pale, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth. He fought with the prince of a great clan, and his injuries have not healed yet.
"What do you think?" At the Tianxuan Gate, Donghuang Taixin looked up at nothingness, whispering in an ethereal voice, and frowning slightly.
"The source of the rumbling cannot be found." Chu Ling also looked up and muttered, "It must have come from other realms."
"Even if there is a big war, the noise is too loud!" Tianlao frowned, "It actually came across the plane."
"It can be calculated." Emperor Yan glanced at the king beside him.
"It's a little strange." The Human King held a Nine Palaces Bagua disk, holding it in one hand and calculating with the other, frowning slightly, "There is a very familiar opportunity, I don't know who it is."
"There are more and more strange things happening today." Di Lao stroked his beard, "There is still no news about the son of the earth."
"The ancient clan is ready to make a move again, and I can already smell the smell of blood." The War King snorted coldly, "You really want to bully me, the great Chu, and no one else?"
After the War King said this, all the quasi-emperors were silent, each frowning.
Since the end of the war between immortals and demons, and the unblocking of the ancient great clans, too many things have been out of control, and smoke has filled the sky.
The rumbling sound continued, and even the quasi-emperors' cultivation levels were a little palpitating, as they always felt that there was an unknown catastrophe lurking.
The rumbling came from the spiritual realm. It was the fluctuation of the battle between the emperor's body and Ye Chen. The entire spiritual realm was buzzing and moving.
Looking from a distance, the sky is empty, filled with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and it has become a chaotic place where no one can step into it.
The vision of annihilation covers the sky and the earth, like the end of the world.
Ye Chen was covered in blood, and his hegemonic state could not sustain the consumption.
But his attack was still unparalleled, like a war god from the Eight Desolations, with overwhelming fighting spirit, and he once suppressed the emperor's body.
The great emperor was slaughtered twice, so he would not be afraid of a half-emperor.
The attack by the emperor's body is also terrifying. Although it has no magical powers, it can destroy the heaven and the earth.
It was the battle between the Emperor and the Holy Body again. The Emperor's Body beat Ye Chen to death again and again, but was beaten to death by Ye Chen again and again.
It was truly an unparalleled conquest, and the quasi-emperors in all directions were horrified to see it. If it were them, they would definitely not be able to block the blow from the emperor's body.
"His presence makes me seem to see a young emperor." Bai Zhi whispered, "Just like the master back then."
"It's really embarrassing to live with him for the rest of our lives." Ming Jue sighed, and the emperor's disciple also lowered his proud head.
"Ye Chen, you have to win." Chu Ling'er's jade hands were clenched tightly, filled with mist, and she didn't dare to look away, for fear that if she didn't look for a moment, she would never see Ye Chen again, and the separation of life and death would be too painful.
For a few moments, she wished that Ye Chen was not that unparalleled hero, but rather an ordinary person. The so-called conflicts in the world would be handled by strong men.
However, he is a holy body, an ancient holy body that is as tall as the emperor. He is destined to fight for the common people until he falls in the years.
She didn't know when, but she felt more and more timid. She couldn't bear to see any wind and waves, and she was even more afraid of blood.
It turns out that it's not that she is timid, but that she is going to be a mother, and the child in her belly will also be born in this troubled world.
"Someone has fallen." When she was in a trance, someone screamed, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the sky.
It was a bloody figure, no longer human. As it fell, the fairy light all over its body gradually dimmed.
Yes, it was Ye Chen, who had been knocked down from the sky for an unknown number of times.
After all, he is not a Dacheng Holy Body. He only has five imperial weapons and a small amount of Emperor Huang's blood, and has no foundation to support him.
The faces of everyone around him instantly turned pale, and Ye Chen was defeated.
This defeat is not to say that the ancient holy body is inferior to the body of the Heavenly Demon Emperor, but because Ye Chen's realm is too weak to conquer the sky.
The body of the Heavenly Demon Emperor came down. Although he knocked Ye Chen down from the sky, his body was broken and the dark bones of the emperor were exposed.
"If you don't come out now, wait until later." A roar sounded, and a figure rushed into the sky, it was the ancestor of the crane.
In no particular order, Patriarch Qingluan wanted to block the body of the Heavenly Demon Emperor for Ye Chen and buy him precious time.
Not only the two of them, but also many older quasi-emperors who are approaching their end, have burned their essence and lifespan in exchange for peak combat power. Regardless of life or death, this will be their last battle.
Even though they knew it was a point of no return, even though they knew it was a suicidal charge, none of the seniors backed down. They always wanted to fight for a bright future for future generations, and even if they died, they would die well.
The Heavenly Demon Emperor raised his hand, reaching up to the sky with a palm, pressing down on the sky.
That palm was so huge that it covered the sky. It fell all the way down, crushing the sky and crushing the space. It was truly a palm that destroyed the world.
"Kill." The ancestor of the crane roared, and he was the first to rush forward, and struck the most powerful blow since his cultivation.
"Kill." One by one, the old quasi-emperors rushed into the sky, each delivering the strongest blow in their lives.
However, the palm of the emperor's body was too strong, carrying the power of annihilation. A quasi-emperor was destroyed by the gun, and died in Xutian.
"Kill." More people soared into the sky, including many great saints, who blew themselves up just to block the palm.
The blood flowers are gorgeous and bloom all over the vast sky.
Before they die, they will look back at their descendants.
They laughed so tiredly that this journey against heaven was about to come to an end. There had been too many vicissitudes of life in the past, and the road was wasted.
This death should be done with a clear conscience. It comes to an end in a state of sublimation. A life of cultivating Taoism has been buried in the turbulent years.
"Ancestor." All the younger generations cried, sobbing. They had spent their whole lives thinking about their family, but they couldn't even have euthanasia. They fought even to death, just to fight for the light of future generations.
On the ground, Ye Chen staggered up and looked at the bloody sky. His eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were also bloodshot.
The scene today is so similar to that of three hundred years ago.
Back then, in order to protect him in the battle with the Emperor, countless descendants and countless ancestors were willing to die for him.
Today, it is still the same. In order to buy him time to recover, the older quasi-emperor risked his life and died generously.
"Strength, who gives me strength?" Ye Chen bit his teeth until they shattered, his fists were soaked with blood, and he was roaring in his heart.
He cannot lose. Once he loses, no one in the spiritual realm will survive.
Then there will be a catastrophe in the heavens, and his relatives, brothers and lovers will all die tragically under the iron hoof of the devil.
In an instant, the five emperor soldiers trembled in unison, and the emperor's power reappeared.
Their combination aroused the hidden power in Ye Chen.
Ba Yuan's holy bones bloom with divine light; Chen Zhan's origin surges and rolls; Dihuang's divine treasure outlines the mark of the great road.
In the history of all heavens and realms, the three most stunning holy bodies of the great saints were integrated into Ye Chen's body, perfectly integrated for the first time.
A mysterious force intertwined and contributed to Ye Chen.
The scars all over Ye Chen's body healed instantly, and the dim light all over his body once again bloomed with brilliance, like the sun.
The domineering power gave him a strong self-confidence, that is, he would be invincible in a fight with the perfect emperor.
"Fight." With a roar, he shot straight into the sky like a divine rainbow. He clenched his golden fist and struck the emperor's body with a palm strike.
This punch incorporates thousands of secret techniques, the origin of the Holy Body, the power of reincarnation, and evolves the supreme Tao in the palm of your hand.
The emperor's body was destroyed with a palm, and even he stepped back.
A quasi-emperor fell, but Ye Chen rushed into the void and broke half of the emperor's body with one punch, showing his unparalleled dominance.