In an instant, Ye Chen's state of mind sublimated, and he transformed under the calamity. It was both his calamity and his destiny.
The saint's epiphany against the four emperors during the calamity is still applicable today. Only by giving up life and forgetting death can one defy heaven and achieve enlightenment.
Once again, he closed his eyes slightly and meditated on the Dao during the battle. He pushed aside the misty clouds and mist, and went straight to the origin of the Dao. He blended in with the heaven and earth and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Dao.
But I saw him slowly raising his hand, holding the heaven and earth in his hand, evolving all things, with a mediocre punch, but he drove away the Scorpio Emperor.
Emperor Qiongqi attacked, and his blood and bones flew everywhere with a strike of his palm.
However, he didn't care. Emperor Qiongqi struck him with a palm, and he punched him back. The most basic and ordinary punch destroyed half of the emperor's body with one punch.
The six emperors arrived together, and the laws of the emperors and their ways were intertwined, opening up the ancient land, trapping Ye Chen, and obliterating his ways.
But what is surprising is that Ye Chen is not bound by the wild land, walking slowly, with an ordinary step, integrating thousands of avenues, in the fertile land of the wild land, as if entering a deserted land.
At this moment, the so-called laws of the emperor's way are just decorations for him. Although they are hurting his body, they are also tempering his body.
He was injured again, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain.
The so-called death is no longer important, or it can be said that death has been forgotten, and there is no external object in the heart. It will transform under the calamity and reach nirvana during the calamity.
His chaotic way has returned to its original nature and become spiritual. The original spirit of all things is the supreme way.
The fighting scene was a bit lawless. Every punch he made made the emperor bleed, and Lei Lei was defeated.
This battle was beyond imagination. Quasi-emperors from all over the world, who knew what Ye Chen had gone through, suddenly became so domineering. Even the Eight Emperors could not suppress him even if they joined forces.
"How is it possible?" The eyes of the great people of the prehistoric era were highlighted. Ye Chen suddenly became so strong, which was hard to accept.
That is their ancestor, the great emperor! He once controlled all spirits, and eight of them joined forces, but one of them was defeated and crippled.
As the younger generation, how could they not be angry when they looked at it like this? How could they not be angry when their ancestors were beaten.
But no matter the anger, the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World were still abused. The eight-on-one lineup was stunned by a desperate counterattack.
"Kill, kill, kill." Every member of the Honghuang tribe had scarlet eyes and gnashed their teeth. They wished they could rush over at this moment, kill Ye Chen, gnaw his flesh, and drink his blood.
"Master." On the other side, Xu Tian, Shangyin and Shangyang all looked at Ancestor Yantian, "This is too weird."
Ancestor Yan Tian was silent, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers in his sleeves were pinching, but no matter how he calculated, he could not figure out Ye Chen's identity, and Ye Chen seemed to be in an endless loop.
The more he couldn't figure it out, the angrier he became. It was really embarrassing that he was a quasi-emperor who could not defeat a little saint.
Honghuang hated Ye Chen, so why didn't he? One of his two quasi-emperor disciples was killed by Ye Chen, and the other was killed by Ye Chen. This was a sworn hatred.
"Kill, kill, kill." His face became more ferocious than that of the prehistoric people, like a demon, cruel and bloodthirsty.
Under everyone's gaze, Ye Chen showed off his power.
He has opened his eyes, and his eyes are as clear as ever, clear and uncontaminated, no bright light, no chilling light, just ordinary, calm and unruffled.
His attack was also ordinary, but the power of the attack was so shocking that the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World were defeated collectively.
"This kid, let's cheat!" The little ape emperor grinned, "How can you be so perverted when you beat the eight emperors by one person?"
"Just like Ye Chen in the past, he suddenly became stronger."
"It's time to transform into nirvana under the calamity." Chiyangzi said leisurely, "His understanding is unparalleled."
"The epiphany during the calamity was both opportunity and good fortune." Master Jiuxiao said happily, "He is indeed not simple."
"The Eight Emperors were defeated." Bei Sheng, who had remained silent, whispered, making everyone's eyes flicker.
The Eight Prehistoric Emperors were indeed defeated. The beaten emperor's body collapsed, and wisps of blood were like wisps of thunder and lightning, spreading all over the world, coming from heaven and earth, and returning to heaven and earth.
It is worth mentioning that before they passed away, the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World all showed their joy at being emperors to Ye Chen.
This gratification has nothing to do with grudges, but is the surprise and recognition of future generations. After all eternity, the genius of the future generations is so amazing that they have surpassed the ancestors of the prehistoric times.
The emperor's approval was the supreme glory. Although there was no light on Ye Chen's body, it was brighter and more dazzling than the scorching sun.
"Congratulations to all generations of ancestors." Ye Chen staggered and almost fell. He stabilized his body and leaned over.
This worship has nothing to do with grudges, but awe for the ancestors of the great emperors. It is the descendants of the ancient times who have insulted the reputation of their ancestors, but the emperor's arrogance will still last forever in the world.
"Impossible, this is impossible." All the eight prehistoric tribes roared. The emperor's undefeated legend was broken, which was hard to accept.
"Nothing is impossible." The junior Ren Xiu cursed secretly.
Let you bully us all over the world again, now it’s okay! Eight of your great emperors were collectively killed by us saints.
It's just such an inch, it's really refreshing to see. The most satisfying thing in this life is that the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World were destroyed today.
"It really brings face to the heavens." The human cultivators were all excited and almost jumped up with excitement. That was a heaven-defying evildoer.
"The Emperor has been singing all the way. He has never been defeated during his lifetime. Today, he was defeated by the younger generation. The future generations have risen and we are old." The older monks were all disappointed.
"As expected." Laughter also came from the five restricted areas.
"The bloodline of the Holy Body is also on fire." In Mingshan, the underworld, Emperor Hades couldn't help but smile, "I am more and more pleased with him."
Di Huang smiled and said nothing. He was already accustomed to Ye Chen's achievements. Compared with Tu Di, this was child's play.
"Kill." The noisy Western Desert started shouting kill.
There are people from all directions, from the Primordial Clan, the Eight Emperors have been destroyed, the catastrophe has truly come to an end, it is their turn to take action.
The eight emperor soldiers ascended to the sky. At the same time, they swept out the ultimate emperor light and struck Ye Chen. They traveled through the universe, reversed the yin and yang of the universe, and destroyed the heaven and the earth with their power.
The world where Ye Chen was was shrouded in silence, and visions of destruction appeared frequently, as if the end was coming.
The faces of the people in the Quartet changed. The eight emperor soldiers, such a level of ultimate killing, were beyond the scope of rescue. Even if they wanted to save, they didn't have the strength. The quasi-emperor would be dead as well.
Ye Chen's expression was silent and calm, allowing the divine light of the emperor to come over him. He showed no fear and had nothing to be afraid of.
The next moment, he activated the Great Reincarnation Heavenly Dao and escaped into the black hole of space, avoiding the ultimate killing blow of the Imperial Dao.
The eight emperors' divine light fell, and the whole world was devastated, turning everything into ashes.
Why! When people from all directions saw this, they all sighed.
Even though he escaped from the emperor's calamity, he still couldn't escape the Great Desolation's execution. This was a fatal situation, and it was his destiny.
But he still left behind an immortal myth, which will be told to future generations as a story thousands of years later.
"Dead, dead." Between the heaven and the earth, there was a ferocious laugh, unscrupulous, it was from the eight prehistoric tribes, they were so excited that they were going crazy, even a little perverted, really evil.
"Damn it." The descendants of the Little Ape King were so angry that they wanted to curse, their eyes were blood red, and their fists were clenched with blood.
"It's really frustrating." Long Jie cursed, "It took so long for a talented person to be killed in the cradle like this."
"The emperor's way will kill him. Even with the emperor's soldiers, he will never be able to stop him." Nan Di sighed, they were powerless to do anything about it.
"Let's go." Master Jiuxiao waved his sleeves, swept away many of his descendants, propped up the teleportation domain door, and instantly escaped into it.
The old quasi-emperors, Chi Yangzi and many other old quasi-emperors were not idle either. They opened the domain gate and retreated quickly.
After the heavenly tribulation is over, who can guarantee that the anger of the eight prehistoric tribes will disappear? If they go crazy and take it out on the gods and humans, it will be like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and it will be absolutely miserable.
Without the emperor's weapons, the quasi-emperors would have to avoid the edge for a while. The Great Desolate World was too powerful, let alone the race with the emperor's weapons.
However, not everyone has left, there are still some who have not left, such as Patriarch Yantian and his two disciples.
"The imperial immortal method promised by Honghuang." Ancestor Yantian stretched out his hand, his posture was extremely high, and his face was not very good-looking. In order to help Honghuang catch Ye Chen, he lost two disciples.
"Immortal magic? What kind of imperial immortal magic?" The eight quasi-emperors all pretended to be confused, pretending to be stupid, and their acting skills were quite good.
"What, do you want to break your promise?" Patriarch Yantian snorted coldly.
"We said we would give the emperor immortal magic, but we did not set a time limit." The quasi-emperor Armadillo stroked his beard and smiled faintly, "It won't be too late to offer immortal magic to my clan when things are done."
"You..." Yantian almost spit out blood when he couldn't take a breath. He finally figured out that these eight prehistoric tribes were trying to cheat! Typical examples include demolishing bridges across rivers, unloading mills and killing donkeys.
For a moment, his murderous intent surged uncontrollably. He was an ancestor of the same lineage, and he had never been played like this before.
Um? Seeing his murderous intentions, the expressions of the eight quasi-emperors turned cold, and the emperor's soldiers with their heads hanging above him also glowed with the divine light of the emperor's way.
At this time, Yan Tian lost his temper and obviously forgot who the other party was. They were from a great clan, and the entire world was no match for him, let alone him. He was really looking for death.
"Master, the opponent is powerful, it's not easy to fight hard!" Shang Yang and Shang Yin hurriedly communicated, fearing that their master's brain would get cramped and someone stupid would get in on him.
There is no need to think about the consequences of this. Not only the three of them, but also the entire Yantian Dao Palace will be flattened by the Great Desolation.
"Okay, very good." Ancestor Yantian smiled, extremely ferocious, and finally suppressed it. Although he was angry, his mind was not filled with water. He knew he couldn't beat him but continued to do it. That was looking for abuse.
"Farewell." With a cold snort, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked away. This time, he really suppressed his internal injuries and came with a large army. He failed to obtain the imperial immortal magic, and two of his disciples died. It was really a loss. The lady lost her troops again.
"What the hell, my clan's imperial immortal magic is something that you ants can get your hands on." Looking at Yantian's leaving figure, the eight quasi-emperors all sneered, all of them gloomy.
It was also thanks to the fact that the Little Ape Emperor and the others left early. If they saw this scene, they would definitely laugh, and it would be sarcastic.
This is the fate of being a lackey in the ancient times. You have a warm face and a cold butt. Now you have been cheated! Just deserve it.
Facts have proved that it is not easy to be a lackey, and those who are lackeys will not end well, just like the good and the evil. Those two brothers who are in trouble, most of them regret it on the road to hell at this moment