Chapter 1843 Where Is This?

Chapter 1843 where is this

When the battle fell, the pure land of the Western Desert was turned into ruins, and there was a mess everywhere. There was not a complete mountain or a clean river. It was stained with gunpowder smoke and blood flowed into rivers.

Ren Xiu left, and the Eight Great Clans also led their troops to retreat.

It can be seen that their faces have changed from smirking to savage again. Although Chen Ye was killed, they also suffered heavy losses. Nearly 10 million people, less than 5 million people.

First there was the melee of the eight clans, and then there was the robbery of the Eight Emperors of the Great Desolation. Too many clansmen died, many of whom were holy kings and great saints.

In addition to the previous Xuanhuang Xinghai, the prehistoric people lost extremely tragically, so why are they so happy? For one person to change so much, they will lose a lot.

Especially the Qiongqi clan, in the Xinghai Sea, the three quasi emperors were captured, 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 the war again, and let blood stain the starry sky." The quasi-emperor of the seven clans also scolded coldly, cruel and bloodthirsty.

The words fell, and the teleportation domain gates were propped up, and the quasi-emperors of all ethnic groups led the team and went straight to the outside of the Western Desert.

Without the ancient city teleportation array, one cannot fly out.

With their departure, the land of the Western Desert really fell into peace, and the wind was howling, and one could still hear the wailing, including the Buddha in the Western Desert, and the tribesmen of the Great Wilderness.

The black hole in space, quiet and dead, Ye Chen sat cross-legged.

His body was bloody, not an inch of complete skin, not a single piece of bone, and the murderous intent of the emperor was raging in his body, trying to swallow him in this darkness.

Every scar on his body is haunted by the laws of Emperor Dao, to dissolve his essence, the wound will not heal.

In a challenge to the Eight Emperors, although he won, he was also a tragic victory. He almost died in the fight, and the secret injury was devastating.

But his record is dazzling, he created a myth again, and he fought against the eight emperors of the Great Desolation at the same level, how domineering.

"Suppress me." Ye Chen scolded coldly in his heart, gritted his teeth, mobilized his origin and blood, and nearly wiped out the murderous intention.

The corners of his mouth bleed constantly, and even the blood lingered with the slightest thunder and lightning, and the evil spirit of the emperor coexisted with the murderous intention of the emperor.

in the furnace,

The three of Xi Zun stared closely, not knowing how to help, so they could only pray in their hearts, hoping that Ye Chen could survive.

Ye Chen has experienced a devastating battle, and it is a blessing to be alive. To be able to cross this barrier is true Nirvana.

Time passed by minute by minute, Ye Chen's pale complexion became ruddy, and the surging murderous intent was weakened a lot, but the evil spirit of the emperor was too strong.

Looking at his broken holy body again, the blood gully has begun to heal, the golden light covers the surface of the body, and the blood of the holy body is revived.

Seeing this, Xi Zun's three talents were relieved, Ye Chen had passed the most difficult period, and it was only a matter of time for recovery.

"Next, just wait." Kui Niu took the jug and glanced at the Honghuang people who were banned not far away.

"What are you looking at, the boss of my family can't die." Li Changsheng scolded, "The Eight Emperors of the Great Wilderness can't destroy the ancient sacred body."

Those people from the prehistoric tribe were bloodshot all over their eyes. Although their faces were hideous, they were also pale and bloodless, and they even said they were terrified.

In the furnace, they witnessed Ye Chen's destruction of the Eight Emperors of the Great Wilderness with their own eyes, and they watched Ye Chen avoid the emperor's lore. Ye Chen's methods shocked them.

The funny thing is that all the eight tribes in Honghuang thought that Ye Chen was dead, and he would definitely pay the price in blood for this in the future.

In the dark, they seem to have seen the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of Honghuang corpses, and it must be Ye Chen who made the bones of Honghuang become mountains.

"Speaking of which, where the hell is this?" Li Changsheng closed his eyes, leaned on the stove, and looked at the outside world, it was pitch black.

"It should be a black hole in space." Xi Zun took a deep breath.

"Mostly it's the magical power of the eye of reincarnation." Kui Niu pondered, "It's the same as the heavenly way of Xianlun's eye."

"To be able to move the black hole at will." Li Changsheng clicked his tongue, his eyes shone brightly, "Boss, this supernatural power is against the sky."

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

Not only him, but also Xi Zun and Li Changsheng.

This is the first time I came to the black hole of space. There is no light here, deep silence, and no sound. If I stay here for too long, the whole person will go crazy.

However, how did they know that it was in this dark black hole that Ye Chen had walked alone for a hundred years, and that kind of loneliness, ordinary people would never understand.

The black hole fell into a long silence, Ye Chen was healing his injuries cross-legged, and the three Kui Niu were not idle, they were stewing the broth.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner in silence.

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

The eight prehistoric tribes were only three days away from the Western Desert, and they started a rebellion in Zhongzhou. Under the Zhutian Mountains, they set up a battle platform that was 10,000 zhang huge, with the prehistoric flag on it.

On the side of the battle platform, there are icy copper pillars standing, and on the copper pillars are locked bloody people, all of whom are repairing.

Around the battle platform, there are people silhouettes, more than 80% of which are cultivated by people, both the old and the junior, standing in the sky, and the earth is covered with darkness, like a sea tide.

"The ants of the heavens, come to fight." The quiet laughter was blessed by the secret technique, and it drifted infinitely, spreading throughout the Xuanhuang.

The one who spoke was the ninth prince of the Honghuang clan, reclining on the seat, leisurely turning his thumb to his finger.

He is not the only one, the other princes in Honghuang, such as the ninth prince of the snake and the ninth prince of the armadillo are also there, without exception, they are all noble, and there are thousands of people.

The purpose of their setting up the battle platform is obvious, that is, to attract the younger generation of Zhutian to fight, and there is a bet for this.

"Damn it." Many people came to Xiu, and there were many younger generations. Looking at the bloody scene, they were all full of resentment.

"If you win, let them go." The ninth prince of the snake smirked, got up slowly, and stood on the battle platform, staring in all directions, "If you can't win, then kill them."

"Bastard." The young man under the stage was furious and stepped onto the stage in one step. He was a quasi-sage king, with bare arms, muscles like a horned dragon, torn by lightning, his eyes were bright, his breath was sturdy, and his body was strong. Hidden in this barbarian bloodline, you can tell at a glance that he is a bold junior.

"It's too much for you." The corner of the mouth of the nine princes of the snake was slightly upturned, playful and playful, and a pair of bloody eyes glowed with a dim light.

"Eat me with an axe." The barbarian youth shouted, stepped into the virtual sky, swung the battle axe, clenched his hands tightly, Ling Tian slashed down, and an axe split the sky, the power was extremely overwhelming.

The Nine Princes of the Snake laughed mischievously, just raised his hand at will, wiped it with one palm, and the young barbarian battle axe cracked, and even he flew out, just landed, but did not stop the figure, the Nine Princes of the Snake arrived, and a Pointing to Youmang, it pierced through his eyebrows, destroying his real body.

The lore, the one-finger lore, the barbarian youth died on the spot, the sturdy body, turned into a blood mist, and dyed the battlefield red.

"Who else." The ninth prince of the snake licked the blood on his fingertips, his tongue was scarlet, and his face was full of satisfaction.

"Fuck." In a corner of the crowd, Little Ape Emperor wanted to rush to the battlefield, but was stopped by his elders.

"Third uncle, did you stop me for a while, but stopped me for the rest of my life?" The little ape emperor snorted coldly, his fiery eyes bursting with divine light, and he wanted to shoot flames, "The ancestors of our clan fought fiercely throughout the life of the holy emperor, how could his descendants be? It's a coward."

"Even if you want to fight, I will wait until your injury recovers." Uncle Saint Ape said lightly, "I will never stop you again."

"Dad, let me go and let me kick that bastard to death." On the other side, Long Jie was going to go up, but he was imprisoned by the Dragon Emperor, knowing that he couldn't beat him and going to go, that was courting death.

Not only the two of them, but the God Son of the Wu Clan and the Southern Emperor were also bound by the elders. If they went up this time, they were going to die.

"Is there no one in the heavens?" Seeing that no one was on the battle stage, the ninth prince of the snake smiled, showing the fangs of the pan Senguang, "The lowly ants are really uninteresting."

"Damn." The young cultivator below, all eyes were red, their fists clenched with blood, and their bodies couldn't help shaking.

"If the Holy Communion is still there, if Chen Ye is still there, how can the heavens be so weak." The elders sighed helplessly.

What is hard to hide is the sadness, the elders of the heavens are absolutely suppressed, and even the outstanding people of the heavens cannot raise their heads.

"An ant, a vile ant." The Nine Princes of the Snake laughed loudly, and the laughter was unscrupulous. The people who were locked in the copper pillar were destroyed one by one, and the wailing was very mournful.