The next days were exactly the same as everyone had guessed.
Before discussing the central battlefield, under the auspices of cangsheng, the vice leader of the alliance, the sphere of influence of each strong race in the universe was redefined and divided, and the border issue was emphasized.
However, in general, all ethnic groups have maintained their sphere of influence and have not changed much.
Only one strong clan called blue blood clan was labeled as weak support for some reason and was directly confiscated by cangsheng.
Later, the blue blood emperor, who had long been captured, was brought up and knelt down to beg for mercy as soon as he saw the Holy Spirit.
However, his fate has long been determined and cannot be changed.
He was so desperate that he burst out on the spot and shook the world with the power of emperor level peak.
However, from the beginning to the end, the holy man just glanced at him. The blue blood emperor who had the power of an emperor exploded and died, leaving no residue.
The end of the whole blue blood is also extremely tragic. The whole ethnic group has been demoted to slavery and enslaved by other races.
The other great emperors woke up and felt sad at the same time.
Only the new purple emperor volunteered to catch up with the blue blood high-level, and was accepted by the saints.
In the huge central conference hall, Yang Xuan sitting on one side was secretly frightened
The blue blood on the ground seems to tell the strength comparison between the emperor and the saint. Even if he has all his strength, it is impossible to kill a peak emperor with one look.
This is the holy level. All the great emperors are like ants in front of the holy level.
The episode before the meeting could not change the process of the meeting. Next, cangsheng explained the real purpose of bringing together the great emperors of all nationalities.
Quite simply, taxes have been raised, and not a small amount.
If it had been put before, all the great emperors would probably have fought for it. However, there was a lesson from the blue blood emperor. The new tax policy did not block the passage of all the people, and there was not even a voice of opposition.
The ten thousand nation assembly ended so simply, and the great emperors of all ethnic groups began to return one after another.
With their return, the names of Yang Xuan, the great emperor of heaven, and Zitian, the great emperor of purple magic, will spread throughout the universe.
When they came, the flying ships of the tianqin family were everywhere, but when they returned, there was only one handsome ship left.
Sitting in his seat, Yang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "where is the central battlefield?"
This is a question in his heart.
When I went to the central battlefield this time, I only saw the glory of the alliance of all ethnic groups, but I didn''t see the trace of the central battlefield. It''s very strange.
"The cosmic square in the center of the cosmic ring is not only the right center of the alliance of all nationalities, but also the channel to enter the central battlefield. If you want to enter the central battlefield, you must enter through the channel in the cosmic cube," Qin Liuyun explained.
After stopping, seeing that Yang Xuan was still confused, she explained: "the so-called central battlefield is a void between our universe and the universe where extraterritorial demons are located. It can only enter through the channel."
Yang Xuan then understood and said, "parallel universe?"
Qin Liuyun nodded: "there is such a saying in scientific and technological civilization, but we are still used to calling it extraterritorial."
Yang Xuan asked again, "did the soldiers reinforced by all ethnic groups return?"
This is his other question.
It seems that all soldiers who enter the central battlefield have no chance to return.
Qin Liuyun frowned and said, "it seems that there is no, maybe he has died in the war, maybe the war there is anxious and has no time to return."
After stopping, she added, "but many practitioners at the emperor level and the great emperor level have entered the central battlefield. The battle over there is really fierce. They are close to death."
Yang Xuan stopped talking. Somehow, he always felt something wrong, but he couldn''t tell what was wrong.
"I want to go to the central battlefield for experience." after a long time, Yang xuandao.
Qin Liuyun was stunned, and then nodded: "you can apply to the saint, but I advise you not to go."
"Why?" Yang Xuan asked.
"All the evil demons in foreign countries are very powerful. Emperor level masters emerge one after another, and Saint level can see that although you have the power of the three emperors, you are still very dangerous there." Qin Liuyun said.
Then she sighed: "I can''t imagine that you have the power of the three emperors. If you are given enough time, becoming a saint is not impossible."
"Become a saint? How?" Yang Xuan asked.
"It has been said since ancient times that the five emperors became saints. When the great emperor has the power of the five emperors, he can become saints. Now you are the power of the three emperors. If you can cultivate the power of the two emperors, you can become saints." Qin Liuyun yearned.
If Yang Xuancheng becomes a saint, then the tianqin family will rise and never have to look at people again.
"Five Emperors become saints?" Yang Xuanqi said strangely. It was the first time he heard such a speech.
"Don''t you know?" Qin Liuyun looked at him strangely. Then he explained: "by superimposing the power of the great emperor five times, you can become a saint. It has been so since ancient times, but it is too difficult to produce a saint for many million years."
Five emperors?
Yang Xuan was lost in thought.
However, in his mind, a figure gradually became clear.
Come East, Sirius, come East.
And the words from the East echoed in his mind again and again.
Tao is nothing, something out of nothing!
While he was meditating, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the handsome ship.
"Yang Xuan, come out and see you."
Yang Xuan raised his head slightly and looked at the Qin Liuyun on his side.
But Qin Liuyun didn''t seem to hear it at all and didn''t respond.
Seeing Yang Xuan looking over, her face showed a puzzled expression.
"What''s the matter?" she asked.
Yang Xuan smiled and said faintly, "the purple demon emperor seems to be looking for someone to talk about the past."
"Purple sky?" Qin Liuyun was surprised.
"Don''t worry, I''ll have a look." Yang Xuan patted Qin Liuyun''s hand, and then his body slowly disappeared.
Beyond the starry sky, Zitian, wearing purple armor, stood with his hands on his back. He quietly looked at Yang Xuan coming step by step, but there was no arrogant expression on his face.
"Something?" Yang Xuan walked up to him and said faintly.
"You''re very good. I''m glad to have an opponent like you." Zitian smiled and said.
"I''m not happy. You''d better tell me what''s wrong." Yang Xuan flicked his finger and drove a small meteorite away.
"Oh, I came here just to tell you that I have reserved a place for you on the monument behind me." Zitian sneered at the corners of his mouth.
"Really, I''m honored." Yang Xuan said noncommittally.
"I will use your blood to paint the starry sky inch by inch. I will use your flesh and blood and your bones to make the scenery on my way to the holy level. Yang Xuan, enjoy this glory." Zitian sneered, with a voice like cold ice.
Yang Xuan sighed helplessly and met a guy who always robbed his lines. He was also very helpless.
Well, he used to say that when he was at Wushen star.
"Well, well, I know. I''m the scenery and I''m the monument. If there''s nothing else, I''ll go back to bed first. Bye." Yang Xuan said angrily, then waved and turned away.
"You..." Zitian choked half to death. He almost didn''t catch his breath and almost ran away.
However, it is still the scope of the alliance of all ethnic groups. If there is a holy word, he has no way. He can''t do it here. He can only bear it forcibly.
"Hum, wait. I''ll let you know what cruelty is."
His face was ferocious and his figure gradually dissipated.
When Yang Xuan and Zitian were discussing the scenery, the holy man in white sat on the throne alone in the alliance of all nationalities. His eyes seemed to penetrate hundreds of millions of stars and fall in an unknown distance.
For a long time, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Interesting."