As the prehistoric world was suppressed, the war that swept the heavens finally came to an end.

All parties embarked on the way back. Although the prehistoric world was suppressed, people in the world could not be happy. Instead, they had tears, fatigue, vicissitudes, and sorrow in their eyes. They were all speechless all the way. All they could hear were sobbing and crying loudly.

If you think about it carefully, there is no winner in this battle.

There are heavy casualties in the prehistoric world, and the heavens are the same, with corpses forming mountains and blood flowing into rivers.

The great country is full of devastation, and the eyes are filled with ruins, covered with scarlet blood. Too many heroic souls and even corpses have not been left behind. Too many inheritances have been killed to extinction by the prehistoric world. Too many ancient stars of creatures have collapsed due to the prehistoric world and are homeless.

In the Great Chu under the moon, blood mist floats, and is covered with sorrow.

The monks of the Great Chu gathered together, the guardian god of the Great Chu, the emperor of the Great Chu, the holy lord of the Heavenly Court, and the commanders of all the divisions were there, standing on the border of north and south Chu, and facing the ruins of the southern Chu city wall, a piece of wine was shed, and countless people burst into tears. The blood-colored city wall buried too many heroic souls.

That night, a stone tablet called the Tomb of Heroes was erected in the Great Chu, and a personal name was engraved with a reincarnation, some were killed by the demons invading, some were buried in the prehistoric world, and some were densely packed. Some were alive, while others were just personal names.

Like Da Chu, the Netherworld Continent, Xuanhuang Continent, various star fields, and ancient stars have also erected hero monuments, placed fruit offerings, inserted musk, sprinkled musk, and scattered wine to pay tribute to the heroic souls who died in battle. The entire starry sky was filled with wailing sounds.

A huge war washed the heavens into blood and destroyed the devastation.

After the war, the years of rest and recuperation came.

The monks of the heavens gathered because of the war in the prehistoric world all brought mortals and rushed to the world. With blood and tears, they embarked on the journey of returning home and rebuilding their homes.

In addition to these, even the creatures on each domain have opened up ancient creature stars, their hometowns have become prehistoric exiles, and the starry sky in the sky has become a new home.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, real rest and recuperation.

Just as after the invasion of the heavenly demons, there will be no major war for a long time in the future. It is because there is a war god named Dihuang in the heavens of the ten thousand realms. He is a symbol and a giant mountain, guarding the people and guarding the heavens.

Day after day, the bloody smell of war gradually dissipated, the haze of the sky in the evening disappeared, and the bright moonlight and the bright starlight spread across the world.

The starry sky in the past is empty and silent, and there are fireworks on earth. Every ancient star of creature has a figure, and it continues to pass on its heritage while resting and recuperation.

Fortunately, there are not many resources that have been swept through the prehistoric world, and the consumption of the war can be barely supplemented. The universe is boundless and vast, and there are countless resources to be developed.

This is a pure land on earth, hazy, birds singing and flowers blooming, and peach trees are filled with peach trees. The deep hidden peach blossoms are a row of clean bamboo houses covered with dust from the years.

The moonlight is scattered and everything is silent.

Under the old tree, Emperor Huang sat quietly, and had already changed from his bloody clothes. He was dressed in plain clothes without any scent of a monk. He seemed to be a mortal, holding a carving knife in one hand and a wooden block in the other hand, carving a wood carving in the other. His eyes were full of warmth, and each knife was carved with every sword, which was a trace of time, carving his moon so vividly.

This peach blossom forest is his home. In a certain period of time before, there was a man named Dihuang and Yueshang living here, like a couple of gods and fairies, regardless of world affairs, regardless of the cultivation of the world, like an ordinary couple, working from sunrise to sunset.

In the blink of an eye, I have no idea how many vicissitudes of life have changed. The Emperor Huang is still there, but the Empress Donghua is no longer there. What is left is this peach blossom forest and the dreamy memories of vicissitudes.

"Yue'er, I'm back, when will you go home?"

Di Huang's eyes were filled with tears, and even his hand holding the knife could not help but tremble.

A sound of the moon cannot tell the wasted time in the world.

Whoever says that the Supreme has no tears, whoever says that the Emperor is ruthless, no matter how many years have, it is hard to hide Yueshang's name. That beautiful figure that is as dreamy as an illusion has been engraved on his soul forever.

That was his wife, and it was hard to see her beloved Yanran again.

The night gradually became deeper. As the Emperor Huang was engraving, he fell asleep and leaned to the point of the old tree. Straws of black hair fell, covering half of his face, but could not hide the traces of time.

At this moment, he is no longer the Emperor Huang who is mighty, but an ordinary person. Only in this peach blossom forest can he sleep so peacefully, find comfort in his heart, and fall into his dream to find the person who has long been gone.

Suddenly, Zixuan transformed into a human form, squatted under the old tree, and used Empress Donghua to push away the long scattered hair of Emperor Huang, gently brushing his face, as if she wanted to wipe away all the sorrow for him.

"Empress, the Holy Lord has returned home, you can see him."

Her eyes were filled with mist, and under the moon, it condensed into frost.

Her tears are also the tears of the Donghua Empress, full of women's tenderness and a touch of sadness.

The empress's remnant soul also has her love, and she also loves the empire.

Unfortunately, she is not the Queen of Donghua after all, and she only dares to secretly caress his face when it is late at night. An ancient picture can always be reflected in the hazy tears: a war god named Dihuang, who is blocking Tianhuang, protecting his lover's way, fighting to the death...

Why!

A sigh was passed down from Piaomiao, from the emperor of the underworld.

This emperor was full of emotions. Although he sighed, his eyes were shining brightly. He held his collector's edition and studied it over and over again. He was shameless.

In the early morning, the warm sunshine filled the heavenly gates of the Great Chu, covering this dilapidated mountain and river with a peaceful coat, every flower, grass, mountain and water was dyed with luster.

So comfortable!

Every Da Chu man said this when he stretched out of the room.

It is pleasant, really comfortable. Without the prehistoric tribes, there is also the Emperor Huang who is in charge, and there is an unprecedented sense of security. Everyone is full of glory and energetic. They have never felt that there is such stability in this world, without worrying about war or the future.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

This tranquility was finally broken by the rumbling sound.

The noise was heard from Hengyue Sect. There were always some talents who were too late to be lonely when they got up early, so they began to drop mine bombs towards the various mountains, and even called people to get up.

"You're just a fool if you throw mines early in the morning!"

"Fatty, I know it's you, so I'll kick you to death if he throws it away."

"Xie Yun, are you so sick!"

Before the dawn of dawn, the world was filled with curses. The talents of Hengyue were still so energetic and would always do shameless things inadvertently.

Compared to the outside world, Jade Girl Peak is particularly warm.

The girls got up quite early and gathered on the stove, like gentle wives preparing breakfast. Xiao Yefan and Xiao Yanglan were innocent and brilliant, like two elves playing on the grass, giggling endlessly.

The female holy body is there, and she is still so big, sitting steadily under the old tree, digging the spirit fruits diligently, and her appetite is as big as ever.

"My little mother, is it enough?" Ye Ling laughed, quite understanding, and brought two more baskets. He didn't know why such a small person could eat so much, or was the appetite of the Holy Body very much?

"Don't call me mother, I'm not your mother." The female saint's body held the spirit fruit in her hands, and ate it sweetly. As talented as hers, ordinary people can't afford it.

"Dad told me that you two have been to bed and said that your name sounds so nice. On the bed, you are the kind of lively and lively." Ye Ling squatted down and laughed again.

In a word, the female holy body's big eyes ignited a flame and stared fiercely at the top of the Jade Girl. Her pink face and a touch of redness flashed.

When I went to see the Jade Girl Peak, Young Master Ye was there, like an old monk sitting in meditation, with a solemn appearance and no movement. After returning to Da Chu, he went to the peak and sat for more than ten days.

At this moment, he was no longer in the state of soul. It took him four months to reshape the holy body.

Although he has not yet passed the quasi-emperor disaster, his aura is extremely majestic. He is surrounded by the golden light. His holy body is like gold casting, and there are strange phenomena around him, as if they appear and appear. A wisp of chaotic Taoist rules entangled in his body. Listen carefully, and you can still hear the sound of the Dao Tianji resounding.

Looking at the Chaos Divine Cauldron above his head, buzzing and trembling, the master advanced to the quasi-emperor realm. As a natal weapon, it also advanced to the quasi-emperor weapon. It is still so huge and heavy, simple and natural, and more extraordinary than before. Like the master, it is evolving the Taoist principles, and only when Ye Chen passes through the quasi-emperor heavenly tribulation, its Nirvana transformation can be completely completed.

Also active are immortal fire and heavenly thunder.

Especially when it comes to the immortal fire, it is energetic, and it surrounds Ye Chen, jumps up and down, melts the Taichu divine fire, and its level rises again, and it is more exquisite in the origin of chaos, golden.

Unfortunately, it still failed to transform into Chaos Fire. If it is said that its current level is similar to the peak quasi-emperor. The difficulty of turning into Chaos Fire is equivalent to the peak quasi-emperor being awarded the title of the Great Emperor. Although it is infinitely close to Chaos Fire, the last step of Nirvana is the real natural barrier. Perhaps Ye Chen and its life will be difficult to overcome.

As the breeze blew, Ye Chen's holy body trembled slightly.

In the dark, he seemed to see a golden divine pattern, which was the imperial curse seal that Emperor Huang said, wandering deep in his soul, and it seemed to appear and be invisible and invisible.

Now he cannot exert the power of the curse seal. As Emperor Huang said, only the rebellion of the prehistoric world can have its real effect. If you want to destroy the prehistoric world, you can do it with just one thought.

I don't know when I saw him open my eyes.

Immediately, two divine lights that seemed to be real were shot out from his eyes, poking out two holes in the void space. The dazzling golden eyes were so terrible that a great saint could be destroyed with just one look. This is the power of the quasi-emperor-level holy body.

However, his pupil strength was exhausted, and his six paths of reincarnation eyes were still self-confidence.

Although the fairy light was gone, his eyes returned to calm, as deep as the starry sky, flashing with golden starlight. Although there was no wave in the ancient well, there was a Taoist evolution that could not be seen through at first sight.

"What a domineering power." Ye Chen murmured lightly, clenched his fists gently, and the space in his palms and fingers was crushed to burst, and there was also the thunder and lightning of silence between his palms and fingers.

The realm of a cultivator is one level a day, and before the tribulation has passed, it is not comparable to the peak saint. He has a kind of confidence to kill the peak quasi-emperor. Naturally, the peak quasi-emperor referred to here is an ordinary peak quasi-emperor, such as the Nine Emperors God Generals, and is not listed here.

Perhaps, only by surviving the quasi-emperor's heavenly tribulation can one be qualified to compete with that level of quasi-emperor.

When he thought of the quasi-emperor's heavenly tribulation, he couldn't help but have a headache. What a lineup of the sixty-four emperors' laws, it's still a matter of whether he can pass through it. He has not yet become a quasi-emperor who can pass the tribulation, and that would be a life-and-death barrier.

Slowly retracted his thoughts, he summoned the Immortal Fire.

Looking quietly at the immortal fire in his palm, his expression could not hide his grief, as if he could see a beautiful figure looking back at him through the flames.

That was Nian Wei, a disciple of Xingyue Palace in his previous life, and the princess of Ruotian Zhuque family in this life, sacrificed herself in times of crisis to help Taichu's divine fire merge with the immortal fire.

If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have advanced to the quasi-emperor against the will of heaven, let alone the divine emperor. If it were about engineering, she would be the greatest hero, saving the heavens in all realms.

This is a great kindness, and the heart hurts. In the third life, people waited for sixty years, but they didn't wait for him to die. In this life, they sacrificed for him. It is hard to cut off the cause and effect of the two of them, and Ye Chen, who owe this woman, can no longer pay off any more.

"She may be able to be resurrected." A misty female voice sounded, and a beautiful figure fell from the sky. After a closer look, it was Emperor's sister Di Xuan, and there were also many gods. Except for the first god in the burial of the disaster, everyone else came.

"Can you save her?" Ye Chen hurried forward, his eyes full of hope.

"Sacrificing oneself, she will have a trace of soul, in the Taichu divine fire." Di Xuan smiled whispered, "With my way, I can't help it, but your ancestors must be able to do it."

Now, Ye Chen's eager eyes bloomed with bright light. How could he forget Di Huang? That was the great holy body, the Taoist Dharma was in the sky, and there was no reason not to be saved.

Speaking of the Emperor Huang, since the suppression of the prehistoric world, there has been no sign of it.

Ye Chen guessed that it was probably because he had been to the hometown of the Donghua Empress. It had been endless years and it was rare to come back. I would like to remember it. There would be a day when I came to Hengyue and resurrected Nianwei. It was only a matter of time. If even the Emperor Huang could not save her, the ghost would not believe it.

In an instant, Ye Chen's sad expression was covered by hope. Resurrection of Nianwei was hope. At least, he could repay his kindness and the ancient cause and effect, which might be settled.

He was so excited that Jiuda stared at him without saying a word, his eyes were quite strange, mixed with various emotions, including vicissitudes of memory, excitement, and tears.

During these days, Ye Chen's identity has basically been understood. He is the reincarnation body of the Emperor! The Emperor is his first life, and he is the ninth life of the Emperor. The ties of the reincarnation are endless. Looking at him is like looking at the Immortal Martial Emperor back then.

Young Master Ye raised his eyebrows, his whole body was unnatural when he was stared at, and his spine was still chilly.

"I suggest that we beat him up!" said the Six God General meaningfully.

"This...is not suitable!" The seventh god general, the eighth god general, and the ninth god general said, but his hands were not idle and he was already rolling his sleeves. Outsiders could tell at a glance that this was a fight! Well... to be precise, he wanted to hit someone, hit someone named Ye Chen.

"It's time to beat me a lot back then, and it's time to be proud." The third god general took out an iron rod and kept venting at the iron rod, rubbing it shiny.

"Whenever I peeked at the fairy taking a bath, I would take my back, which made me chased and killed all over the world. I was very unhappy about this." The fifth general said, and took out a rope that tied up the immortals. It seemed that he was going to tie a young man up, and then he found a crooked tree to hang it on it.
Chapter completed!