After the battle fell, the Pure Land of the Western Desert became ruins, and there was a mess everywhere. There was no complete mountain or a clean river, dyed with smoke and blood flowed into a river.

After the people were cultivated, the eight tribes in the prehistoric world led their troops to retreat.

It can be seen that their faces changed from grim smile to ferociousness. Although Chen Ye was killed, they also suffered heavy losses, nearly ten million people, less than five million people.

First, there was a melee between the eight clans, then there was a heavenly tribulation of the eight emperors in the prehistoric world. Too many clan members were buried, including the saint kings and the great saints.

In addition, the Xuanhuang Star Sea was previously calculated, and after all, the prehistoric clan was defeated extremely tragically. What's there to be happy about? If you exchange so many people alone, they will lose a lot.

Especially the Qiongqi tribe, three quasi-emperors were captured on the sea of ​​stars, and most of them disappeared with Chen Ye's death.

"The heavens are so peaceful." The quasi-emperor Taotie snorted coldly.

"Union with other clans, and set off another war, letting blood stain the starry sky." The quasi-emperor of the seven clans also scolded coldly, brutal and bloodthirsty.

After saying that, the teleportation domain gates were supported, and the quasi-emperors of all races led their teams to head straight out of the western desert.

Without the ancient city teleportation array, you can't fly out.

As they left, the land of the Western Desert really fell into peace. The wind was howling, and you could still hear the whistling sounds, including the Western Desert Buddha and the prehistoric tribesmen.

The space black hole is quiet and silent, Ye Chen sits cross-legged.

His body was covered in blood, with no inch of complete skin, no inch of perfect bones, and the murderous intent of the emperor's body was raging, wanting to swallow him in this darkness.

Every scar on his body was surrounded by the laws of the Emperor's Dao. To dissolve his essence, the wound could not heal.

Even if he won the Eight Emperors, he won the game, but he was still a tragic victory. He almost died when he fought. The secret injury was devastating.

But his record is dazzling, and he creates a new myth, and how domineering he is fighting against the eight emperors of the prehistoric world at the same level.

"Suppress me." Ye Chen scolded coldly in his heart, gritted his teeth, mobilizing his origin and bloodline, and eroding his murderous intent very closely.

He kept bleeding from the corners of his mouth, even if it was blood, there was a trace of thunder and lightning. The evil spirit of the emperor and the murderous intent of the emperor were coexisted.

In the furnace, Xizun and the other two stared at each other, not knowing how to help, so they had to pray in their hearts, hoping that Ye Chen could survive.

Ye Chen experienced a battle of destruction, and it was a blessing to be able to survive. Only by being able to overcome this barrier is the true nirvana.

Time passed by minute by minute, Ye Chen's pale face became a little rosy, and his surging murderous intent had become much weaker, but the emperor's evil aura was too strong.

Looking at his broken holy body, the blood valley has begun to heal, the brilliant golden light covers the surface of his body, and the qi and blood of the holy body are revived.

Seeing this, the three Xizun members were relieved. Ye Chen had already passed the most difficult period, and it was only a matter of time to recover.

"Next, I just need to wait." Kui Niu took the wine pot and glanced at the people of the prehistoric tribe who were forbidden not far away.

"What are you looking at? My boss can't die." Li Changsheng cursed, "Eight Emperors of the Prehistoric World cannot destroy the ancient holy body."

Those people from the prehistoric tribe were covered in blood, and although their faces were ferocious, they were pale and bloodless, and they were even frightened.

They were in the furnace, witnessing Ye Chen destroying the Eight Emperors of the Great Desolation with their own eyes, and also watching Ye Chen avoid the Emperor's Dao's killing. Ye Chen's methods shocked them.

What’s ridiculous is that the eight tribes of the prehistoric world all thought that Ye Chen was dead and would definitely pay the price of bleeding in the future.

In the dark, they seemed to have seen the sea of ​​blood in the prehistoric corpses, but Ye Chen must have made the mountain of corpses and bones into mountains.

"By the way, where is this?" Li Changsheng closed his eyes, slid his head at the stove, and looked at the outside world, it was pitch black.

"It should be a space black hole." Xizun took a deep breath.

"It is mostly the magical power of the Cynamo Angelica." Kui Niu pondered, "It has the same effect as the Immortal Ring Ange's Heavenly Way."

"You can actually hook the black hole at will." Li Changsheng tsk his tongue, his eyes shining brightly, "The boss's magical power is against the will of heaven."

"It's pitch black, a little scary!" Kui Niu coughed dryly, and even in the copper stove, he still felt a chill all over his body, and he always felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

Not only him, but also Xizun and Li Changsheng.

The first time I came to the space black hole, there was no light here, deep and silent, without any sound. If I stayed here for too long, I would go crazy.

But how could they know that Ye Chen had been alone for a hundred years in this dark black hole. He would never understand that loneliness.

The black hole fell into a long tranquility. Ye Chen was cross-legged and healing his wounds. The Kuiniu and the other two were not idle, but were stewing broth.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner in the silence.

This black hole is extremely quiet, but the outside world is very lively.

Only three days after the eight tribes of the prehistoric world were left in the Western Desert, they started to rebel in Zhongzhou and set up a battle platform at the foot of Zhutian Mountain, which was so huge that it was a huge flag on it.

On one side of the battle platform, cold copper pillars stood tall, and bloody people were locked on the copper pillars, all of whom were repaired.

The battle platform was surrounded by figures, and more than 80% of them were cultivated, with older generations and younger generations standing all over the sky and covering the earth, and blackness was like a sea of ​​tide.

"The ants from the heavens come to fight." The faint laughter was blessed by the secret technique and drifted infinitely throughout the Xuanhuang.

The nine prince of the Gonghuang clan, lying on the seat, leisurely turning his thumb on the ring.

Not only him, but other princes in the prehistoric world, such as the Ninth Prince of Tengshe and the Ninth Prince of Armadillo, are also there. Without exception, they are all noble in status and as many as thousands of people.

Their purpose of setting up a battle stand is very obvious, that is, to attract the younger generation of the heavens to fight, and there are still bets for this.

"Damn it." Many people came to cultivate, and many young juniors. Looking at the bloody scene, they were full of resentment. The prehistoric clans were becoming more and more unscrupulous.

"If you win, let them go." The Ninth Prince of Tengshe smiled sinisterly, stood slowly, stood on the battlefield, looking down on all sides, "If you can't win, then kill them."

"Bastard." A young man from the stage was furious and stepped onto the battlefield. He was a quasi-saint king-level, naked with his arms, muscles like a dragon, torn apart by lightning, bright eyes and strong aura. The barbarian bloodline was hidden in his body. You can tell at a glance that he was a generous junior.

"I can't overestimate my ability." The ninth prince of Tengshe's mouth slightly raised, and he was so playful and swearing, with his bloody eyes shining with a faint light.

"Eat me an axe." The young barbarian shouted, stepped into Xutian, swung the battle axe, clenched with both hands, Ling Tian slashed it, and axe slashed the sky, which was extremely powerful.

The Ninth Prince of Tengshe smiled and raised his hand at will, wiped it off with a palm. The young barbarian battle axe immediately broke and even he flew out. He just landed on the ground, but he had not stopped his body. The Ninth Prince of Tengshe arrived, and a faint light pierced through his eyebrows and destroyed his true body of soul.

The ultimate kill, the first kill, the young barbarian died on the spot, and his strong body transformed into blood mist and dyed the battle platform red.

"Who else?" The ninth prince of Tengshe licked the blood on his fingertips, his tongue was scarlet and his face was filled with a comfortable smile.

"Damn it." In a corner of the crowd, the little monkey emperor wanted to rush to the battlefield, but was stopped by his elders.

"Uncle San, have you stopped me for a while? Can you stop me for a lifetime?" The little monkey emperor snorted coldly, his golden eyes burst into divine light, and he was about to spray flames. "The ancestors of our clan fight the Holy Emperor have been strong all their lives, so how can his juniors be cowards."

"Even if you want to fight, I will wait until your injury recovers." Uncle San of the Holy Ape said lightly, "I will never stop you anymore."

"Dad, let me go and let me kick that bastard to death." On the other hand, the dragon robbery was also about to go, and was imprisoned by the Dragon Emperor. He knew that he could not beat him and still wanted to go, which was asking for death.

Not only them, the son of the witch clan, the Nandi, and the others were also bound by the older generation. This time they went up to die.

"Is there no one in the heavens?" Seeing that no one was on the battlefield, the Ninth Prince of Tengshe smiled, revealing his fangs with a bulging light. "The lowly ant is really boring."

"Damn it." The young monks below all had red eyes, their clenched fists soaked in blood, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

"If the holy body is still there, if the Chen Ye is still there, why are my heavens so weak?" The old men sighed helplessly.

What is hard to hide is the sadness. The elders of the heavens were absolutely suppressed, and even the heroes of the heavens could not raise their heads.
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