After the war, the pure land of the Western Desert was in ruins. It was a mess everywhere. There was no intact mountain or a clean river. It was full of smoke and blood.
After Renxiu left, the eight prehistoric tribes also led their troops to retreat.
It can be seen that their expressions changed from a ferocious smile to a ferocious one. Although Chen Ye was killed, they also suffered heavy losses, with nearly 10 million people, less than 5 million people.
First, there was a melee among the eight tribes, and then there was the catastrophe of the Eight Emperors. Too many tribesmen were killed, including many holy kings and great sages.
Coupled with the previous calculations in Xuanhuang Xinghai, the prehistoric tribe was defeated extremely miserably. What's there to be happy about? If one person exchanged so much, they would have suffered a big loss.
Especially for the Qiongqi clan, the three quasi-emperors were captured on the Star Sea, and most of them disappeared with the death of Chen Ye.
"The heavens are too peaceful." Emperor Taotie snorted coldly.
"Unite with other clans, start another war, and let blood stain the starry sky." The quasi-emperor of the seven clans also scolded coldly, cruel and bloodthirsty.
As soon as the words fell, the teleportation domain gates were propped up, and the quasi-emperors of all races led their teams and headed straight to the outside of the Western Desert.
Without the ancient city's teleportation array, it would be impossible to fly out.
As they left, the land of the Western Desert truly fell into peace. Amidst the howling wind, you could still hear the wailing sounds of the Buddha of the Western Desert and the tribesmen from the prehistoric times.
The space was black hole, quiet and dead, Ye Chen sat cross-legged.
His body was bloody, with not an inch of intact skin or a single intact bone. The imperial murderous intent was raging in his body, trying to engulf him in the darkness.
Every scar on his body is haunted by the laws of the emperor, which dissolve his essence and prevent the wounds from healing.
In a challenge to the Eight Emperors, although he won, he also won miserably. He almost died while fighting, and the hidden injuries were devastating.
But his record was dazzling. He once again created a myth. He was so domineering against the eight prehistoric emperors at the same level.
"Suppress it." Ye Chen shouted coldly in his heart, gritted his teeth, mobilized his origin and blood, and was very close to eradicating the murderous intention.
The corners of his mouth were bleeding continuously, and even the blood was filled with traces of thunder and lightning. The emperor's evil aura and murderous intent coexisted all over his body.
In the furnace, Xizun and the others stared closely, not knowing how to help, so they could only pray in their hearts, hoping that Ye Chen would survive.
Ye Chen has experienced a devastating battle, and he is lucky to be alive. Only by being able to overcome this hurdle can he truly achieve nirvana.
As time passed, Ye Chen's pale face turned rosy. The raging murderous intent had weakened a lot, but the emperor's evil aura was too strong.
Looking at his broken holy body again, the blood groove has begun to heal, bright golden light covers the body surface, and the holy body's energy and blood are revived.
Seeing this, the three people in Xizun were relieved. Ye Chen had passed the most difficult period and recovery was only a matter of time.
"Next, all we have to do is wait." Kui Niu picked up the wine bottle and glanced at the Honghuang people who were imprisoned not far away.
"No matter what, my boss can't die." Li Changsheng scolded, "Even the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World can't destroy the Ancient Holy Body."
The eyes of those Prehistoric people were bloodshot, and although their faces were ferocious, they were also pale and bloodless, and they were even frightened.
In the furnace, they witnessed Ye Chen destroying the Eight Emperors of the Ancient World, and they also watched Ye Chen avoid the emperor's killing blow. Ye Chen's methods shocked them.
What's ridiculous is that all the eight prehistoric tribes thought that Ye Chen was dead, and they would have to pay a bloody price for this in the future.
In the dark, they seem to have seen the mountain of corpses in the ancient times and the sea of blood, and it must be Ye Chen who made the mountains of corpses in the ancient times.
"By the way, where is this?" Li Changsheng withdrew his gaze, leaned on the stove and looked out to the outside world, which was completely dark.
"It must be a black hole in space." Xizun took a deep breath.
"It's probably the magical power of the Samsara Eye." Kui Niu muttered, "It has the same effect as the Immortal Wheel Eye of Heaven."
"You can actually stir up black holes at will." Li Changsheng clicked his tongue, his eyes shining brightly, "Boss, this magical power is incredible."
"It's so dark, it's a bit scary!" Kui Niu coughed dryly. Even in the copper furnace, he still felt chilled all over, and he always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at him.
Not only him, but also Xizun and Li Changsheng.
The first time I came to the black hole in space, there was no light at all, deep silence, and no sound. If I stayed here for too long, I would go crazy.
However, how did they know that in this dark black hole, Ye Chen had walked alone for hundreds of years. Most people would never understand that kind of loneliness.
The black hole fell into a long period of silence. Ye Chen was sitting cross-legged to heal his wounds, and the three Kui Niu were also busy simmering meat soup.
Everything was carried out in an orderly manner in silence.
This black hole is extremely calm, but the outside world is very lively.
The Eight Prehistoric Clans were only three days away from the Western Desert, and they started a rebellion in Zhongzhou. They set up a battle platform at the foot of the Zhutian Mountains, which was tens of thousands of feet huge, with the Great Flag of the Prehistoric Mountains looming on it.
On one side of the battle platform, there are cold copper pillars standing, with bloody people locked on the copper pillars, all of them repaired.
The surroundings of the battle platform were full of human figures, more than 80% of them were cultivators, both older and younger. They filled the sky and covered the earth, and it was as dark as a sea tide.
"The ants of the heavens, come and fight." The faint laughter was blessed by secret techniques and spread infinitely throughout the mysterious wilderness.
The one who spoke was the ninth prince of the Honghuang Clan, who was lying on the seat and leisurely twirling his thumbs.
He was not the only one, other princes from the prehistoric era, such as the Ninth Prince Tan She and the Ninth Prince Armadillo were also there. Without exception, they were all of high status and there were thousands of them.
The purpose of setting up the battle stage is obvious, that is to attract the younger generation of the heavens to fight, and there are bets for this.
"Damn it." A lot of cultivators came, including many young people. Looking at the bloody scene, they were all filled with resentment. The ancient clan was becoming more and more unscrupulous.
"If we win, let them go." The Ninth Prince Tan She smiled sinisterly, stood up slowly, stood on the battle platform, and looked around, "If we can't win, then kill them."
"Bastard." The young man in the audience was furious and stepped onto the fighting platform. He was a quasi-sage king with red arms, muscles like a horned dragon, torn by thunder and lightning, piercing eyes, and a powerful aura. Hidden in this barbarian bloodline, you can tell at a glance that he is a bold young man.
"You don't know what you can do." The corners of Tangshe Ninth Prince's mouth were slightly raised, playfully and playfully, and his blood-stained eyes glowed with a faint light.
"Take my axe." The barbarian young man shouted, stepped into the void, swung the battle ax, clenched his hands, and slashed down from Lingtian, splitting the sky with one axe, the power was extremely domineering.
The Ninth Prince Tan Snake smiled teasingly, raised his hand casually, and wiped it away with a palm. The battle ax of the barbarian young man immediately shattered, and even he flew out. Just as he landed, the Ninth Prince Tan Snake arrived, and before he could stop himself, the Ninth Prince Tan Snake arrived. Pointing to the faint light, it penetrated the center of his eyebrows and destroyed his true form.
A decisive kill, a decisive kill with one finger. The barbarian youth died on the spot. His strong body turned into blood mist and dyed the battlefield red.
"Who else?" The Ninth Prince Tan Snake licked the blood from his fingertips, his tongue was scarlet, and he smiled happily.
"Damn it." From the corner of the crowd, the little ape emperor was about to rush onto the fighting stage, but was stopped by his elders.
"Third uncle, if you stop me for a moment, will you be able to stop me for the rest of my life?" The little ape emperor snorted coldly, his fiery golden eyes shot out with divine light, about to emit flames, "The ancestor of our clan fought with the Holy Emperor for his whole life, how about his descendants? He's a coward."
"Even if I want to fight, I'll wait until you recover from your injuries." The third uncle of the Holy Ape said calmly, "I will never stop you again."
"Dad, let me go and let me kick that bastard to death." On the other side, Dragon Tribulation is also going to attack. He is imprisoned by the Dragon King. He knows that he can't beat him but still attacks. That's asking for death.
Not only them, the Son of God of the Wu Clan and Nan Di were also restrained by their elders. They went up this time to die.
"Is there no one in the world?" Seeing that no one was on the battlefield, the Ninth Prince of Tang Snake smiled, revealing his fangs that glowed with light, "Despicable ants, they are really no fun."
"Damn it." The young monks below all had red eyes, their clenched fists were soaked in blood, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.
"If the Holy Body is still there, if Chenye is still there, how can our heavens be so weak." The elders sighed helplessly.
What cannot be concealed is the desolation. The elders of the heavens are absolutely suppressed, and even the heroes of the heavens cannot lift their heads.
"Ants, despicable ants." The Ninth Prince of Tang Snake laughed, laughing unbridled. The human cultivators who were locked in the copper pillars were killed one by one, and their wails were very sad. 17