Ye Chen frowned and was confused when he heard it, "Why did senior fall?"

"When I fell, a warrior pierced my heart."

"That senior..." Ye Chen stopped before he finished speaking.

The old man's heart was broken, and the evil spirits were rolling. A warrior stained with black blood penetrated into his heart. Blood squirted out and splashed all over the old man's body. The warrior was all over.

It is as black as ink, and the killing aura lingers. Characters are engraved on it. Every stroke contains the mystery of the great way, and is surrounded by mysterious laws, like a brand.

"Is this war spear..." Ye Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyes almost highlighted, staring at the war spear. The war spear was so familiar. It was the spear of Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi, the war god of the heavens!

"The weapon of the God of War." The old man smiled old, "You... can recognize it."

"Huangdi Xuanyuan." Ye Chen was shocked, "He... isn't he in Cangyuan, Wanyu?"

"You..." Before the old man finished speaking, he was swallowed by a surging evil aura. His body was blown up inch by inch, annihilated inch, and even the soul turned into ashes, with only a strand of residual souls escaping into the sky.

Underworld.

Ye Chen stepped forward and grabbed the residual soul.

Unfortunately, the residual soul has disappeared and nothing remains. The only thing left is a crystal clear bone with complicated and mysterious runes engraved on it.

Ye Chen stood there holding the bone, like a statue, staring blankly, his mind buzzing, and dusty history emerged one after another.

It was a bloody scene:

An ancient starry sky, a chaotic starry sky, and smoke filled the smoke.

In the picture, there are silhouettes covered with corpses. Each pair is engraved with the same characters. They are ancient characters engraved with layers of carved with blood, and there are war gods.

Every battle spear is stained with holy blood, and every drop of holy blood carries a secret soul, and every secret soul trembles in the sky.

In this battle, the monks on both sides of the battle were all disheveled, their blood and bones were shattered, and their blood and bones were shattered; and the onlookers were no exception, one after another, and one after another, blood was striking in the starry sky.

The most tragic thing is the ancient star field. The stars of Hengyue were blown up, and meteorites fell into the endless starry sky and into the endless sea. Perhaps even the masters of those stars never thought that

Their stars will also be ruined, ruining the grievances of the past.

Boom! Bang! Boom! Boom!

Such a rumbling sound resounded throughout the world, echoed throughout the eight desolates and six unions, spread throughout the heavens, and even the ancient starry sky.

It was a series of extraordinary pictures, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one

Subversion, the sun and the moon are gone.

It was a bloody feast, a peak battle situation, a great enemy was bleeding, a sacred city collapsed, and a starry sky collapsed.

This is what the so-called miracles are.

And the source of this bloody battle comes from a treasure medicine - the flower of reincarnation.

It was a purple petal flower, crystal clear, blooming with colorful fairy lights, magical power, and the law of reincarnation.

Just as the rumor in the mortal world, the flower of reincarnation is the flower of the other side that blooms in the underworld of hell.

This is why Ye Chen came here. It was a taboo flower that could help him realize the law of reincarnation. He longed to see and wanted to prove that he was right. He needed such strength and such fortune.

Need to become strong enough.

However, the flowers of reincarnation have already withered, and petals are floating between heaven and earth.

"Senior, where is that flower?" Ye Chen asked.

“It… has withered.”

"Why wither?"

"Why don't you?"

"Senior, what are your name?" Ye Chen asked hurriedly.

"I can't remember it anymore, please call me the old man guarding the tomb." The old man said indifferently, closing his eyes slightly, and the haze in the old eyes gradually faded away, revealing a hint of clarity and a hint of vicissitudes.

"Senior, you and the flower of reincarnation..."

"Don't ask again, don't try to trace the roots." The old man guarding the tomb waved and wiped out Ye Chen's spiritual consciousness.

"The flower of reincarnation, you are called the flower of reincarnation."

"Reincarnation is an extremely strange force, ruthless without desire, ruthless without form."

"I understand." Ye Chen whispered lightly. He understood that the flower of reincarnation is a special force that can confuse others' minds and can also cause others to fall into an illusion.

He vaguely remembered that when he saw the flower of reincarnation for the first time, he almost fell into it. At that time, he was still confused. It was not until later that he realized that it was the flower of reincarnation that used illusions and pulled him into another world, in that world.

There is an ancient stone door.

On the stone gate, there are two eye-catching big words: Reincarnation.

He was very sure that was the gate of reincarnation.

It is because the flower of reincarnation jumped out of the stone gate. He dreamed of it more than once, but he was unable to capture it in the end.

But he was not sure whether the words of this old man guarding the tomb were true or not.

"You boy, you have a tough life." Suddenly, Ye Chen's words rang in his ears. Listening carefully, he could smell the pain of fatigue, vicissitudes, and even the sigh of vicissitudes.

Ye Chen raised his head suddenly and looked to the east.

There were two vague figures, although they were blurry, but they could see their faces. They were two middle-aged men and women, with their backs to Ye Chen, standing in the ethereal and vain, as if they were looming.

Like two lighthouses, illuminating the vast starry sky.

The two of them are a man and a woman.

The woman is so gorgeous, wearing a plain dress, and a black hair tied into a bun, fixed with only a jade hairpin. The halo around her body is intertwined with a gorgeous divine cloud, like a poem and a painting, beautiful and flawless, like a mysterious girl in the Nine Heavens

, overlooking the vast crowd.

She is the fairy mother of Yaochi.

The man was majestic and majestic, wearing a golden robe, shining brightly, and a golden spear, hanging casually on his waist, outlining his majestic figure, shining with golden light, like a scorching sun, shining with dazzling light, his golden eyes

Deep, shining brightly, with ancient patterns on the eyebrows, weaving a chain of order, like a golden dragon entrenching, making its momentum rise to its peak.

He is named Yan Emperor, a great holy king, a cruel man who has slaughtered the kings of the Great Chu Dynasty, and a great holy emperor, and the third quasi-emperor to enter the great success of the heavens.

In the distant east, he stepped on auspicious clouds and his steps were steady. He was carrying flame armor and the golden spear was shining with cold light. He was an emperor, looking down on all directions and looking down on everything.

This should be considered an imperial clone, and it is also an imperial clone in its peak state. His battle record is enough to amazed the entire heavens.

His existence was like the Emperor of the Underworld and Emperor Huang. In their time, there was no emperor in the heavens. However, these two emperors gave the world hope. They created immortal legends and created immortal myths.

And tonight, a quasi-emperor's body has arrived.

"There is no one to stop the heavens. Even if there are great heroes, it is difficult to stop the erosion of time. The emperor level is no exception, let alone... our quasi-emperor can't escape the disaster."
Chapter completed!