The roar of the Emperor's Tribulation was annihilated at some point, and only the Emperor's blood and bones were dripping with blood, Yu Cangmiao was swaying, a Heavenly Emperor's Tribulation, the battle was extremely fierce, mainly because God gave face, the Emperor's laws and bodies emerged one after another, defying the heavens like him , and was almost defeated.
Fortunately, he got through it, and the heavens gained another Heavenly Emperor, and he was an extraordinary Heavenly Emperor.
This point, looking at his relationship with Ye Chen, can lead to the creation of a world-famous ninth life. His first life will not be that weak.
"I am very optimistic about him."
Too many Supreme Emperors of Heaven stroked their beards with meaningful expressions, waiting for the Emperor to recover.
Then, find him to practice.
There is no other reason, it's just that Emperor Zun looks exactly the same as a certain holy body. Anyone who sees his face will feel itchy inexplicably. They can't beat Ye Chen and they recognize it. If they hit Emperor Zun, that's another story.
Not only the Emperor of Heaven, but also the Quasi-Desolate Emperor also have this kind of thoughts, even the God of Heaven is no exception.
As a result, when Emperor Zun walked down Cangmiao, he always felt chilly all over his body.
Don't look at those old guys, all of them look happy, but in fact, are they all thinking about beating him
"very nice."
On the Ancient Jade Girl Peak, Ye Xingchen spoke deeply, and so did Ye Chen's former Taoists.
Their appearance is not very beautiful. Looking up, they all have hair as disheveled as a chicken coop. Each of them has a bruised nose and face, and there are only footprints all over their body.
That's right, he was hammered.
Since the beginning of time, they have been beaten every three days. The old guys who beat them are very willful, and the reasons are surprisingly consistent: they are unhappy with you.
They should know the reason for this. The main reason is that the face was carved out of the same mold as Ye Chen. The emperors couldn't do anything to Ye Chen, so they took advantage of them.
"I want to go home."
Ye Xingchen covered his face and said.
This place is too dangerous, and I don't care about them. The reason why I throw them away is also high-end and classy: How can a person not love cutting when he is wandering in the world
Speaking of Ye Chen, he is the quietest person in the ancient world. He has not yet woken up. He is like a stone statue, lying quietly on the clouds, with frequent visions and loud sounds.
The empress looked at it for a long time, then turned around and headed straight for a whirlpool. Before leaving, she laid a barrier on the top of the Ancient Peak.
The main reason is that in the ancient times, there were too many restless emperors, who were unhappy with Ye Chen. They couldn't be allowed to come and cause trouble. It didn't matter if they got a holy body. If they disturbed Ye Chen's enlightenment, it would be nonsense.
Behind him, Ye Chen suddenly trembled. In his deep sleep, he frowned slightly, as if he had a nightmare.
"This is...where."
Ye Chen murmured, his consciousness drifting away.
After a long time, he regained his clarity and looked around in confusion, only to realize that he was in a starry sky.
He looked and looked again, determined not to pass. He only knew that it was vast and boundless, and he could see stars one after another, like flowers vying for beauty, shining with light of various colors, and even stars and sand were wandering, floating towards unknown distances.
It is not accurate to say that it is a starry sky. It is a universe, which is quite similar to the heavens. It is equally vast, ancient and profound. When you are in it, you feel a sense of awe.
Moo...!
While he was watching, he suddenly heard the lowing of a cow. It was loud and long, and he subconsciously tilted his head.
What you see is a green bull carrying an old man with a white beard, walking in the starry sky, occasionally stopping to look around.
"Monk."
Ye Chen murmured.
He called, only to realize that the other party couldn't hear him. To him, the artistic conception of this universe was an illusory existence.
The green bull didn't stop, but carried the old man on his back, passed through his body, and walked toward the depths of the universe with vigorous steps.
Ye Chen closed his eyes and walked slowly.
There were many figures in the starry sky, all of them cultivators, like divine rainbows, passing through the sky. No one could tell their cultivation level or their origins, and no one stopped to take a look at him.
Ye Chen was curious, and stepped into an ancient star. In the star, there were mountains, long rivers, and ancient trees and vegetation.
Here, there are also majestic ancient cities and fairy mountains shrouded in clouds and mist. There are many living creatures, whether mortals or monks, showing a prosperous scene.
"Peaceful times."
Ye Chen smiled and went to many corners. There was no smoke and flames of war, no bloody war, and the atmosphere was peaceful.
However, when he entered the starry sky again, he saw war and chaos, which made him laugh. Wherever there were people, there would be disputes, interests or desires, and intrigues.
Ye Chen didn't pay too much attention and continued walking, like a tourist, leaving no trace of the places he passed. The universe and the people here would not change at all because of him.
At some point, he stopped.
Where we are now is a continent with a majestic mountain. There is an old man with white hair sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. Looking at the surroundings at the bottom of the mountain, there are people sitting there, densely packed and full of awe. Looking at the expression of the old man with white hair is like looking at a god. That way.
"What is the Tao?"
"Tao is all things, Tao is all phenomena."
"Everything in the world can be the Tao."
The old man has a kind face and kind eyes, and his words are ethereal. Every word is full of Taoism and truth. Everyone who listens is immersed in it.
Ye Chen smiled and listened.
This mountain should be the old man's dojo, and the people below should be his disciples and disciples. As a senior, he is teaching the scriptures and Taoism to the younger generations.
There is no denying that the old man's understanding of the Tao is still very high. He has a lot of words. Even he was greatly inspired after listening to it. He should be the most powerful person in the universe and rank at the top of the world. With such an understanding, at least It's the Emperor.
Facts have proved that his guess is true. Although the white-haired old man has suppressed his pressure, there is a certain Taoist aggregate that cannot be concealed. At his level, it is far more realistic to see the Taoist aggregate than to see his cultivation level.
It is a pity that this old man has reached his old age and is showing signs of decline. His Taoist roots are already decaying. If he does not have the opportunity to advance, he will surely turn into dust.
"There is only one Supreme Being."
Ye Chen raised his eyes slightly and could see the so-called imperial brand through the void. There were too many to count, but only the old man's imperial brand was the strongest.
This situation is quite similar to that of the heavens back then. The ancient emperors were either buried or left. With the changes of the years, the brand suppression gradually weakened, but it will never dissipate. Only the new emperor's brand is the strongest.
When he looked, the white-haired old man had stood up. He had been preaching for three days and finally came to an end. Perhaps he was tired, so he waved his hand gently and turned around to leave.
Below, the listeners were still unfinished. Many people had an epiphany, and even more people frowned slightly. They must have a lot of confusion and need to continue to understand.
Ye Chen raised his feet and followed the old man. This supreme being in the universe was indeed extremely old. His origins had declined, and his longevity had also dried up. He had lived for an unknown period of time, but traces of the vicissitudes of time could be seen on his old back.
Ye Chen followed silently, the deadline was approaching, and the world may not know that he would see off the Supreme.
The old man followed him without knowing it. He walked farther and farther away step by step with his old steps. Sometimes he would stop in the misty sky, and he would also settle down in the mountains. He would look at it for a long time, and his muddy old eyes would be filled with nothing but nostalgia. It’s the vicissitudes of life.
Ye Chen watched silently.
He felt the same as the old man's state of mind. In his old age, his life was coming to an end. Perhaps the path he was taking and the places he was visiting were all things he had been through before, and he wanted to see them again before he died.
This situation is very similar to his past, when the end was approaching and he could not find the way to enlightenment. He would always walk alone in the dead of night, remembering his extraordinary life.
The white-haired old man left again.
Emperor Ye Tian followed.
When the two of them appeared again, they found themselves in a mountain forest with no human beings in sight. It was peaceful and quiet, and there was no disturbance in the world.
Deep in the forest, there is an old tomb. The grass on the side of the tombstone is lush and the words engraved on it are mottled and cannot be seen clearly.
"Blood Lord, I'm here to see you."
The old man smiled, his voice hoarse, took a pot of turbid wine and sprinkled it under the tombstone.
There was no hatred or anger in his eyes, but more of nostalgia and vicissitudes of life, and sometimes he was in a trance.
Ye Chen was silent and just watched quietly. He didn't know who the Blood Lord was. He was probably the old man's opponent or enemy back then. He was buried in the loess. He shouldn't have thought that after endless years, there would be an old man. Old Supreme, come to worship him.
"You were so beautiful back then."
"As stunning as you are, you can't escape the majesty of the world."
"I'm getting old too."
The old man spoke one word after another, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to his former rivals. After all, fighting for a lifetime is nothing more than a handful of loess.
The old man said it would be three days.
He appeared again in a peach blossom forest. He paid homage to his opponent and his beauty from the past. His old eyes were filled with muddy tears.
Along the way, the elderly Supreme Being seemed quite hesitant, with an ancient sense of confusion.
Looking around, I no longer see half of the people I used to be. My long life has taken away my relatives and friends, and I feel an unprecedented loneliness.
Ye Chen also understands this state of mind.
The old man went on the road again, stopping and walking, passing through the mountains and rivers of Dachuan, and passing by the plains of Cangyuan.
Time is like a knife cutting down the genius.
Ye Chen followed, sighing all the way. The old man's body reflected the rays of the setting sun. No matter how supreme he was, he could not stop the erosion of time.
"home."
The old man's voice was hoarse as he walked into a small town. Not a single monk was found, they were all mortals.
The world is lively.
Entering the small town, there are people shouting and hawking, and the people on the streets are bustling and bustling, showing the prosperity, but in the eyes of the old man, things have already changed.
The old man stopped again, set up the table, put on the divination equipment, and hung up the white cloth with the gossip engraved on it. He was no longer a supreme being, but an ordinary fortune teller.
This should be his old profession.
If he had not entered the journey of cultivating immortality by mistake, he would have become ashes in history. No one would remember him, let alone the myths and legends.
Ye Chen sat next to him.
He also had a fortune-telling business. He had been in the mortal world for hundreds of years, watching the various aspects of life.
This time, it was him who left.
This old supreme master must have found his home, returning to his roots in his hometown.
He is still the same tourist.
Just like the old man, he also walked and stopped, still not knowing where this was. He only knew that this universe was more extraordinary than imagined, so vast that it was boundless. From his point of view, it was bigger than the heavens.
He went far enough.
The so-called time seems to have no concept for him. He only sees flowers withering and blooming, year after year, passing by in his artistic conception.
For a moment, he stopped on the top of the mountain, raised his eyes and stared quietly, the light in his eyes was quite profound.
Under his gaze, the universe was decaying, and its origins were gradually dying out. The originally lush flowers, plants, and trees were withering bit by bit, and the majestic vitality became more depressed.
After a long time, he raised his feet and entered the starry sky. As he saw, every ancient star filled with life was gradually dying like flowers and plants. It was originally a bright star halo, but it was much dim.
"End of an era?"
Ye Chen murmured in his heart, but shook his head slightly. He didn't see the way of heaven, and it was not the end of the world, but the spiritual power of the universe was being completely destroyed.
Perhaps a hundred years later, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will dry up, and the so-called monks will only exist in legends, and this universe may also be completely destroyed with the vicissitudes of time.
boom!
The sudden rumbling sound made him raise his eyes again, and he could see the lightning and thunder, the cracks in the space tearing apart, and the black hole vortex suddenly appeared, swallowing up the star sand.
Then, there was a hand covering the sky. It is not accurate to say that it covered the sky. It should have covered the entire universe. Not to mention the world, even Ye Chen couldn't help but tremble when he saw it. This time, the huge hand could cover the sky. Even the universe and the Empress may not be able to do it!
He only saw the hand covering the sky, but he didn't know whose it belonged to. He only knew that the hand represented destruction. Before it really fell, he saw the starry sky collapse and saw stars explode.
boom! Boom!
The starry sky was no longer peaceful. In the destruction, it became a land of death. Continents fell apart, and the blasted gravel was crushed into ashes.
Ye Chen frowned and looked around. Although he was far away, he could still see the expressions of the living beings.
The confusion of mortals, the fear of immortals, and the horror of strong men are all vividly performed.
"What's wrong with common people?"
The roar suddenly started, vicissitudes of life and hoarse, filling the entire universe, full of resentment and hatred.
Looking from a distance, I realized that it was the dying old man, the only supreme being in this universe, who had rushed out of the small mortal town and reached the sky.
After not seeing each other for several years, he looked even older. At least in Ye Chen's opinion, he had not been alive for a few days. He was obviously the Supreme, but his body was filled with deathly aura. His cloudy old eyes could no longer see the clear light, like this. Waiting for others, half of the body has been buried in the ground.
"What's wrong with common people?"
The old supreme roared, a roar coming from the soul, glaring at Cang Miao, glaring at the big hand covering the sky.
At that moment, he lost his old age and regained his youth. It was time to sacrifice his remaining life span with blood in exchange for the last ultimate sublimation.
His vicissitudes of life are majestic, like a monument. From him, Ye Chen sees legends and myths, and a road paved with blood and bones. It is a portrayal of the struggle for supremacy among emperors and in life. The final battle was performed perfectly.
It's a pity that even though he has been sublimated to the extreme, he is still not enough. Under the hand of destruction, he is instantly wiped out.
"What's wrong with common people?"
Ye Chen was also asking, his eyes full of sadness. Such a prosperous world and such great mountains and rivers were all wiped out into nothingness by those ruthless hands.
This universe turned into dust.
Ye Chen was a witness, witnessing its prosperity and its destruction. The fragments were refined into the palm of the big hand and turned into a golden ancient character.
That is the word "Tao".
Although the word "Tao" was shining brightly, when it fell into Ye Chen's eyes, it was scarlet and dazzling.
Just because it is stained with the blood of all living beings.