The gathering of the true disciples of the Ancient God Clan in Jia Luo Forbidden Heaven became increasingly loud and powerful.
In the next ten thousand years, all the remaining true legends of the ancient gods will be attracted.
Finally, even the leader of the army, Hong Jiao, arrived.
All the true descendants of the ancient gods gathered in Jia Luo not just for Xiao Ye to protect the three main kingdoms.
But after the death of Mu Tianming, the son of the ancient god, the impact was really too great.
Nowadays, a new round of interstellar alternation impact is approaching.
These true stories of ancient gods really need to be discussed and planned for the future.
As for the location, it doesn't matter at all.
Chun Mieyang and other ancient god disciples in the Taoist realm found that the atmosphere of the big gathering had changed and they all withdrew from the palace.
As for the Four True Spirit Emperors and others in the Three Lord God's Kingdom, they did not dare to disturb them after they noticed it.
In the main hall of a palace in the capital of the three gods, the lights are bright, but the atmosphere is quite solemn.
"Think back to those days, when our ancient gods were at their peak, the number of true disciples was tens of thousands."
"But now, there are only three hundred statues left."
Hongyuan Gaoran sat at the top of the table, looking at the group of ancient gods who were present on the left and right sides, and sighed slightly.
All the ancient gods present were silent one after another.
The longest time they have practiced so far is only seven or eight thousand stacks.
The peak period of the ancient gods is too far away.
The long years, coupled with the reincarnations of heaven again and again, have buried too much.
The only one who witnessed that period was Hong Jian.
"Now the Sons of Chaos God who have been reincarnated in the Forbidden Heaven have been released one after another. I have seen them from afar. They are much stronger than they were a generation ago."
Hong Jian pondered for a moment, then suddenly said seriously.
"So, when the new round of alternating impact of stacked eras breaks out, the junior disciples in the upper realm of Nirvana need to be patient and not fight with any hostile true disciples."
As soon as these words came out, many of the ancient gods' true disciples' expressions changed slightly.
They naturally knew that even if they were as strong as Hong Jie, they would have no chance of winning against the Son of Chaos God.
Forbearance and inability to fight both strive to reduce the sense of existence, avoid attracting the attention of the Son of Chaos, and increase the chance of survival.
only.
The ancient gods are the top innate gods in the world of chaos.
Do they, the descendants of the most majestic ancient gods, have to resort to such a tortured way to save their lives?
"Lord Honghuan, it is rumored that Junior Brother Xiao Ye has extraordinary qualifications and his bloodline has mutated. Doesn't he have any hope of fighting against the Son of Chaos?"
"Moreover, his relationship with the super beast Zhuzhao is also quite good..."
At this moment, a superior Nirvana God asked cautiously after his eyes changed.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the eyes of many high-ranking Nirvana gods, waiting for Hong Jian's answer.
In the last epoch.
How desperate were they when the Son of the Ancient God passed away?
But Xiao Ye's sudden rise brought them great hope.
Calculation time.
Three billion epochs have passed since the end of the battle to conquer the demons and the Forbidden Heaven, and Xiao Ye never showed up again.
They naturally have high hopes for Xiao Ye.
"I said that Junior Brother Xiao Ye can indeed embark on the road of confrontation with the Son of God, but that is the future, not now. A period of time is definitely not enough."
"As for the super mythical beast Zhuzhao, it also has to deal with the impact of the alternation of epochs."
Hong Yu shook his head, and his heavy words silenced the hall.
Many of the true stories of ancient gods have dim eyes.
Among them, only Hong Jian had faced off against the Son of Chaos. Naturally, no one would question the other party's assertion.
In the alternating impact of the stacked era, no one can stop the Son of Chaos God. How many of them, the true descendants of the ancient gods, can survive to the new stacked era?
"We, the descendants of the ancient gods, have been blessed by the chaotic heaven. How can our future be cut off so easily?"
"Xiao Ye's growth rate is far beyond your imagination."
"Perhaps he can bring you a huge surprise without the need for the future."
At this moment, a calm word suddenly entered the hall, causing all the ancient gods to change their expressions.
A powerful creature has broken into the palace!
But then, their expressions became a little dull.
Because the person who came was also a descendant of the ancient god.
That was a young man in white robes. Facing all the true legends of the ancient gods present, he still looked calm and unruffled.
He exudes a kind of indifferent temperament that has experienced the prosperity and prosperity of the world, and finally returned to the ordinary and transcendent.
"Seven nights?"
"You are still alive!"
There was a loud noise in the hall.
Jin Yan, Nadi, Gu Zhao and other true disciples had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
In the last alternating impact of the stacked era, the Son of Chaos appeared for the first time.
The son of the ancient god passed away, and the disciples of the ancient god suffered heavy casualties. In that impact, Qiye also disappeared without a trace, and now he appears again?
And the other party was actually refuting Hong Jian's judgment on Xiao Ye's strength?
"This Qiye..."
Hong Jian, who was in the first place, looked at the other party with a shocked expression.
After an era, even he could not understand this genius who was known as the reincarnation of an ancient god.
…
The years pass.
The Ikama Shinden Palace, covered with traces of vicissitudes of life, still stands majestic under the sea of space.
Lu Kun was guarding the sea of space as usual, but he often opened his eyes and looked at the huge palace in the distance, showing an anxious look.
Because this period of time has come to an end, but there has been no movement in Xiao Ye.
In the seventh floor of the Tower of Time.
Xiao Ye is walking on the winding dragon road.
The boundless breath of time is like the most terrifying storm in the world. A high-level God of Nirvana who has practiced for five thousand epochs will be destroyed if he can't last even ten breaths here.
But it couldn't stop Xiao Ye's footsteps.
At this point, he no longer relied on the Sith membrane to understand the avenue of time on his own.
The aura of the avenue of time is surging in his body, transforming into various magical powers of time, overcoming all difficulties, and moving forward slowly.
Look carefully.
The number of Xiao Ye's threads of the avenue of time has reached 49,000.
It was obvious that he was already within reach of level seven understanding.
At the same time, he also reached the end of the dragon path, and the third dragon island was only ten steps away from him.
But the distance of ten steps is like a natural chasm that cannot be crossed.
"That's all!"
After several attempts, Xiao Ye found that he could not take another step forward. Instead, his body was aging rapidly. He immediately shook his head helplessly and retreated directly.
There is no need to rush into understanding the Avenue of Chaos.
Although this dragon path contains the origin of the seventh-level time path, it is also the same.
"A new round of interstellar alternation impact is coming."
"And through my years of practice, I have also made great achievements in the Chaos Heavenly Dao Technique. My power of Nirvana has become much stronger..."
Xiao Ye's figure appeared on the second floor of Yi Lian Zhen Chuan Palace.
He jumped into the air and flew directly towards a wide square that looked like a place for discussion.
"We should be able to wake them up!"
Seeing the three stalwart figures sitting cross-legged on them, Xiao Ye whispered to himself and swooped over.
