The four sides retreated, sighing and sighing, but the meaning was still in the air. The gods all the way talked about themselves.


    If you look at the heaven and earth again, the forest of flood and famine no longer exists. Under the punishment of the wanzu scuffle and the God, it turns into a desolate scorched earth, and the earth is stained with blood, and the empty sky is also splashed.


    It really makes people feel that a good grand gathering of all nationalities should have been harmonious, but it suffered a lot during the day, which eventually turned it into historical dust.


    The breeze blowing, slightly cold, stirred the flying blood mist, but also let the wind more a touch of mourning, that is, the people buried in this land, along with time, here to sleep.


    In the black hole, ye Chen sits with his knees folded, motionless, like an old monk meditating, and his precious appearance is solemn.


    His broken body has been restored, but the evil spirit is rampant. This kind of Qi is invisible, but it is more terrifying than the big killing tools. Only the emperor can have it, and it is engraved in his soul for generations to come.


    At the moment, he is trying to wipe out the wounds of the emperor''s way. The wisps of order rules linger in his body. If he wants to imprison his Tao and destroy his Taoist roots, this is the emperor''s revenge.


    This is a dangerous war. The four emperors besieged him. What a doomsday fate. If he had not nirvana, most of them would have been dust in the years. The emperor''s law had overturned the great way.


    The so-called doomsday is also fate. He also has a chance to change Nirvana on the edge of life and death.


    Just as he slaughtered the demon emperor in the past, he touched the highest realm that no one else could touch, sharpened his mind, and his chaotic Tao was also transformed in evolution.


    There is no wind in the black hole, but his white hair is fluttering. Every strand is full of vicissitudes and looks old.


    Three days later, I saw him open his eyes. His eyes were ancient and undisturbed. There was a trace of turbidity in the clear. The corner of his mouth was cracked and there was a ray of blood flowing. It was not a robbery but a life injury.


    "It''s a complete step up to the saints." He whispered softly, looked inward at the body, peeped at the yuan God. His ancient holy body and the original God had reached the peak since his cultivation.


    But he knew that this peak was only an illusion. His life was like a stone thrown out. When he reached the highest point, he would fall back to the earth step by step.


    He has already realized that he knows his situation better than anyone else. At the moment, he is like the stone that reaches the highest point. After the peak, he falls down and is unable to reverse his life.


    All of a sudden, he moved his fingers, moved the evolution of the universe, and deduced his destiny secretly.


    As he thought, his longevity was not much, or extremely limited.


    What''s more, this time he has moved the evolution of the universe. He can clearly perceive that his accomplishments have fallen a little, and his life span is also a little less, which has disappeared without a trace.


    As the book of changes said in the past years, after becoming a saint, every time we use the evolution of the Zhou Dynasty, we all take Shou yuan and cultivation as the price, until we turn into no one who cultivates heaven, and so on.


    "Never felt so passive." Ye Chen has no choice but to shake his head. He never obeys his life, and his eyes are dim. After all, he has come to this step and some of them are fast.


    Chaos God Ding seems to feel his sadness, hanging on his side, humming and trembling.


    This time, the four emperors were punished by the God of natural calamity. It was transformed again. As expected, it promoted the soldiers of the quasi holy king. Many mysterious lines were branded on the tripod. It was the trace of the road, which was extraordinary.


    Ye Chen collected the tripod, turned out of the black hole, and fell into the ruins of the forest.


    The flood at night is not empty. If you look up from afar, you can always see three or five figures, holding a magic lamp in their hands and burying their heads, as if they were looking for something.


    Those people''s accomplishments are not high, and the strongest is to be saints. They are trembling all the way.


    Ye Chen doesn''t need to ask, but he knows what they are looking for. He has experienced a melee of ten thousand nationalities here. He doesn''t know how many powerful people have died and how many magic weapons have been broken. Those pieces of magic tools come from the strong ones, which is not worth mentioning. But to them, they are all treasures.


    "This one, ours, we''ll find it elsewhere." One after another, all are rough shouts, many people are fighting for territory, good each circle, so that full look.


    For this reason, a few small gangs still fight, baby did not look for one, but did a lot of fighting, so that the quiet ruins become extremely lively at night.


    Ye Chen did not leave, to one side, head hanging a jade bottle, bottle mouth vortex.


    Where he passed, the blood left in the air and the blood that had not dried up on the earth were all swallowed into the jade bottle, one by one, in various colors, which were gorgeous under the night.


    This is a treasure. In the scuffle of ten thousand nationalities, many people of all ethnic groups died and injured, including some special blood vessels. Although they were dead, their residual Qi and blood were still there. When combined, they could form blood vessels.


    Most of his blood was collected for Manshan. His blood had been engulfed by gold and black, and he had no power of blood. To collect blood for him, refine it into him, or quench other blood vessels for him.


    "It''s really cruel. A good grand gathering of ten thousand nationalities turned into a mixed battle of ten thousand nationalities." Many people have come to look for treasure. While they are looking for treasure, they do not forget to sigh and smack their tongue.


    "It''s said that there are four heavenly calamities, so don''t be too fierce. The ancient holy body is extremely rebellious.""Against the sky, there is a hanging, no, it was destroyed." Many people turned their lips, and then sighed, "such a hero, he must be a giant, but it''s hard to escape the count."


    "Because of his death, the people of all nationalities almost went to war. Many big races came with the soldiers of Jidao emperor. The huge battle almost scared me to urinate. It was a good thing that I didn''t fight."


    "It''s a pity that it''s hard to find the holy blood for one or two years? Holy ape blood will do


    "Think more! People have been beaten to ashes. What kind of bicycle do you want? Ah, bah, holy blood. "


    "This... There are saints." The treasure seeker is chatting. Ye Chen comes over with the jade bottle on his head. Although he has collected the breath, it is not difficult to feel the pressure of the sage.


    "They are all saints, and they come to rob us of these little shrimps." Many people have turned their lips away, but only in their hearts. If this is said, it will lead to murder.


    I don''t know whether ye Chen heard what they said, or whether these people were too short to smoke. When ye Chen passed by, he stopped and fixed his eyes on a big man.


    The big man''s hair suddenly stood up, his heart was trembling, and he did not dare to move. His face was pale, and he could not hold the breath of Ye Chen. Could this Saint want to kill people and steal goods?


    "Taoist friend, you can sell the bronze bracelet on your wrist." Ye Chen smiles and glances at the bracelet on the wrist of the great man. There is an ancient character on it: dunjia Tianzi.


    Sell, sell The big man is very obedient. He doesn''t dare to make a sound. He doesn''t forget to put up five fingers. He feels inappropriate and puts down two of them consciously.


    Ye Chen smiles and brushes a storage bag. Then he picks up the big man''s bracelet. Then he turns around and walks away. The jade bottle with his head still trembles slightly, collecting the scattered blood along the way.


    Seeing ye Chen go far away, the big man breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed to have gone through the gate of hell. When he opened the storage bag and looked inside, he was stunned, "three... Three hundred thousand."


    The pile of source stones dazzled his eyes and conscience. His three fingers represented 30000, not 300000. The bronze bracelet was worth so much in his opinion.


    "Master, I have a pile of bracelets. If you want more, you can give it to 30000." Ma Liu, a big man, followed him. If he had known that the bracelets were so valuable, he should have taken a bunch of them on his arm.


    Ye Chen heard it, but there was no lack of it. It was not that any Bracelet could enter his eyes. If it were not for the character of dunjia on the bracelet, he would be too lazy to take a look at it.