Beitang Haotian thought that everyone might be seriously injured in this treasure of the Sea God, but he never thought that it would be his disciple, Emperor Ye, and he did not expect that he would be like this now.

Looking at the blood foam in his mouth, Beitang Haotian thought a lot in his mind in an instant.

I thought of the little beggar walking on Yucheng Street, a child who did not bow to fate but was helpless.

"Little guy, what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you, uncle, who are you? Do you want to abduct me?"

"Haha, do you think I look like a bad person?"

"Not a good person anyway."

...

Beitang Haotian was speechless.

"Little guy, as long as you tell me your name, this is yours."

Shaking the white flour steamed bun in his hand, Beitang Haotian said again.

"The beggar grandpa said that people should have pride and not accept food that comes from pity."

He licked his lips and fluttered his agile eyes. The little guy's eyes were filled with infinite desire for the white mask, but he did not extend his hand in the end.

"Who is Grandpa Beggar?"

"Grandpa beggar is my grandfather, my closest person."

Speaking of the beggar grandpa, the little guy's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Then you can take me to see him?"

"not good."

"Why."

"The beggar grandpa is sick, I can't let you disturb him in his practice."

After wiped his tears, the little guy refused stubbornly.

In the end, the two of them went to see the beggar grandpa. In the dark alley, an abandoned tin trash can was the home of the old and the young.

There, Beitang Haotian saw the beggar grandfather in the mouth of Emperor Ye, the one he dearest the most.

The old man, who was as thin as a thorny, had his eyes dark and blind, was lying in a pile of cotton coats he had picked up, next to him was thick and thick blood coughing out.

When he saw the other person for the first time, Beitang Haotian knew that the old man had only one last breath, but he just forced himself to hang himself because some wishes were not rewarded.

"I don't know who you are, but since you are here, I believe it is for Xiao Yezi. I have no other requests, just ask you to let him live, as long as you live, thank you."

The thin and thin hands held Beitang Haotian tightly, and after saying this last sentence, he swallowed before he nodded and agreed.

At that time, Emperor Ye was crying and howling. If he hadn't used his true energy to treat it, his eyes would probably have cried blindly.

"Living, just staying alive."

Beitang Haotian recited the last words of the old beggar, and tears filled his eyes.

After so many years, he has not done this well. Every time, Emperor Ye wanders on the brink of death and comes back alive.

But this time, he truly felt the rapid loss of vitality in Emperor Ye.

Next to him, Zhao Danqing's eyes were also red, but she held back her tears, "White-Yi, what's going on?"

"Emperor Ye Langya met Ye Langya. He stimulated his potential in his whole body and eventually killed the other party, but he became what he is now. Old Ye, come and see, Emperor Ye..."

He replied to Zhao Danqing, and Baiyi saw Ye Wangchao coming and said repeatedly.

"I see,"

Ye Wangchao's face was tense, frowned and walked forward, and directly pinched Ye Huang's wrist. Haoran's true energy power penetrated into Ye Huang's body.

"The eight extraordinary meridians are all damaged, and the Qihai in Dantian is completely destroyed. Only the heart meridians are intact, which is even more severe than my injuries at the beginning."

With a cold face, Ye Wangchao made a conclusion on the injury to Emperor Ye.

"Why is this happening? Why is this child so unthinkable?"

Beitang Haotian was very regretful, so he shouldn't have agreed to go out to save people alone.

"This is the best result. I know the best of Ye Langya's strength. You guys may have to feel resentment when they meet. It is already a miracle that the emperor can survive."

"I didn't expect Ye Langya to be dead."

At this moment, Ye Wangchao was also very regretful. He originally thought that the latter would definitely die, but he survived and almost killed his grandson.

"The three levels of innate kill the existence of Tongxuan Realm. This kid is indeed against the will of heaven, but unfortunately he is now..."

Behind, Kersel's master and Michelangelo were guarding against the people behind him, and his words were full of regrets.

The two of them had long seen how Ye Huang was against the will of ancient martial arts. If he had not suffered this disaster, it would not be impossible to break through Tongxuan.

It's now abruptly.

"Your son, wake up."

Next to him, Ye Zhiqiu suppressed the grief in his heart, and his hands trembled and walked forward and shook it gently.

"I can't wake up, the emperor has lost too much blood and has fallen into a state of fake death."

"Fake death, Grandpa Ye, will there be something wrong with Emperor Ye? You are in the realm of Tongxuan, save him,"

Beitangxue, who has always been unfamiliar with expressing his emotions in words, doesn't care about being reserved anymore. This guy, Ye Huang, has always been conceited and strong in front of him, and he has never seen the other party look like this.

The whole person was like a pool of mud, with his limbs hanging down. If it weren't for the faint beating of his heart that he was still alive, no one would think that the pale face of the Ye Emperor still had vitality.

"I can't save him either. Now his eight extraordinary meridians are damaged. Even if my true energy is poured in, it will all be missed. Now it can only rely on him, and external objects basically have no effect."

Shaking his head, although Ye Wangchao wanted to save his grandson, he was powerless.

"But now that he is so injured, how can he heal himself? If this continues, he will...he will die...woo..."

Covering his mouth, Beitangxue threw herself into his father's arms and started to cry.

Beitangxue's words were also worried about everyone. Now, it is more difficult for Emperor Ye to heal himself than climb to the sky, but external objects really cannot play any role.

"Old Ye, there is really no way to get hurt by the Emperor."

Beitang Haotian held back his tears, pursed his lips and turned around and asked.

Among the people, he lived the longest and the strongest. If he made a conclusion, he would be equivalent to sentence.

"There is no way now. Unless you get the Earth Fire Spirit, this thing can be cured by connecting the secret wounds of the Xuan Realm, but if you take this Earth Fire Spirit..."

As he spoke, Ye Wangchao glanced at Michelangelo.

The spirit of earth fire is related to the tomb of the Atlantis family's ancestral land that can continue to exist, and I am afraid the other party will not agree.

"Old guy, don't look at me, you have to listen to the patriarch of Atlantis."

Pointing to Mislo, Michelangelo said.

"Uncle Mislo, please save Emperor Ye, please."

Beitangxue and Duanmu Yinzhu two girls knelt down at the same time and begged.

"You don't have to do this. If possible, I won't let it go." He quickly raised the two of them, and Mislo looked at Michelangelo.

"Ancestor, I can really make a decision on this matter."

"Of course, living people are always more important than dead people. This burial place has been seen in the human world for thousands of years. Even if no one gets the earth fire spirit today, someone will find ways to come in afterwards."

"If this is the case, it may not be a good thing for them to destroy everything directly and to allow the ancestors to sleep forever."
Chapter completed!