"I finally didn't stop it. I have tried my best."

In the Sacred World of Heavenly Silkworms, the Sacred Emperor of Heavenly Silkworms felt something, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He was invincible for an era.

But the Holy Lord who can compete for the fortune and opportunity of the "Divine Level" is also very extraordinary. How can he stop him alone? In fact, what he can do is very limited.

Saw!

The temperature in the starry sky in the Xuan Ri Realm dropped sharply, and many broken star fields were frozen. The cold was even more terrible than the Holy Lord of the Snow Race of the Three Thousand Great Realm, and it swept straight away.

clatter!

The space was unstable. On the long starry sky corridor, heavy footsteps sounded and gradually a domineering figure, but full of the breath of time, came out.

At this moment, not only the Xuan Ri Realm, but also the surrounding major realms were shaken by it. All the warriors in the realm felt a trembling from their souls, and some even couldn't help but lie on the ground, trembling.

"Nearly a million years have passed, I am back first!"

He stood in the starry sky, emitting unparalleled pressure, only I am the only one who swallowed the mountains and rivers. His eyes were filled with endless vicissitudes, scanning the Xuan Ri Realm, and whispering, as if he was remembering and recalling.

At the end, he looked at the Three Thousand Great Realms.

boom!

At this moment, endless strange phenomena fell from the sky, with real dragons soaring into the sky, fairy phoenixes circling, and Xuanwu opening the way.

Auspicious colors and divine brilliances have laid the foundation into a supreme holy path. He has not made any moves to climb it, but the sun, moon, mountains and rivers are all regressing.

Although his figure disappeared, there was still a light flashing in place. The wonders of heaven and earth continued to emerge. The suppressed three thousand primary holy paths could not be restored for a long time. This is rare in the ages, and not many people have been able to do it in ancient times.

The Three Thousand Realms are boiling, and the major races are trembling. All living beings are trembling, as if they sense that there are the strongest people traveling, and they are all frightened and their hearts are up and down.

"Although the saint-level strong men have endless life and are recognized by heaven and earth, their cultivation path is bumpy and difficult, and not many can survive, and many people cannot see it."

This figure is like a demon, constantly moving forward, looking at the heavens, with endless vicissitudes in his eyes, as if he remembered many ancient past events.

Then, he walked forward and entered many mysterious dangerous places in the Three Thousand Realms. Even the Holy Lord of the Little Heavenly Territory dared not enter easily, so he went in like that.

He was like an invincible person, nothing could stop him, and he stepped on everything and crossed.

The eternal land is the exile place of the human race saint criminals. It is controlled by the human race temple and will only be opened in a special period. No one can know the specific location.

But the figure ignored the rules of the temple and attacked hard, and stepped in directly.

And, this is just the beginning.

"I didn't expect that in just a few hundred thousand years, the Three Thousand Realms had such a big change. Even the Lord of the Xuan Ri Realm has been replaced. It turns out that there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains, and some clowns dare to respect themselves."

From recalling the past that traveled all over the heavens to gathering murderous intent, it was only a few days.

"A strong man came out of the starry sky corridor of Xuan Ri Realm. He had the logo of the Dayan Ancient Clan. It is very likely that he was the Saint Lord of Huadu million years ago!"

"It is indeed the Saint Lord of Huadu. The aged fossil has been confirmed. Now the Saint Lord of Huadu has entered the territory of the Snow Race and wiped the Saint Lord of Snow Emperor with one palm."

"The ancient Dayan clan once invited five alien saints to deal with Taichu's Saint Son. In the end, these five saints turned against each other, and the Saint Lord of Snow Emperor was one of them."

"When the Holy Lord Fan Ji of the Ye Mei race heard the news, he wanted to escape first, but he was too late and was killed. He was also one of the five Holy Lords of the alien race back then!"

...

One by one, a series of cold news kept coming out, and the nine heavens and ten earths were silent, and everyone was shocked.

Holy Lord!

That is the most peak existence standing in the Three Thousand Realms. One can protect a race for countless epochs. It is the realm that many holy-level warriors dream of, but now they have fallen one after another, like a dream.

The Saint Lord of Huadu of the Ancient Tribe of the Dayan tribe is showing his strength with his iron-blooded skills. The ordinary Saint Lord is not his enemy in one move.

"This is the cycle of reincarnation, one of the most terrifying turmoil in the Three Thousand Realms. Every time they arrive, the rules will be reshaped. The major races are full of ambitions and full of bloody storms. I don't know how many holy-level powerful men will die."

"We were born at the wrong time, and the road ahead is dim." Someone was sighing.

The cycle of epochs exists in the cracks of history. Almost all those who can survive from the cycle of reincarnation in the previous cycle have grown into top powerhouses in the Three Thousand Realms.

The rest, I have never experienced it, naturally I don’t know.

But under such an uproar, the secret of the Era Reincarnation began to surface. Even if the spiritual warriors knew about it, their hair was standing upside down.

The cycle of reincarnation has just begun, so tragic. If it breaks out completely, it will definitely be a disaster.

At the same time, there are also many people talking about it.

The Huadu Saint Lord of the Ancient Tribe of the Dayan tribe returned from that place and killed the Saint Lord of the alien who turned against him at the time of his move. It was obvious that he was going to liquidate him.

The Taichu Saint Son, who was at its peak in the human race, went in and out of the Dayan tribe twice, killing countless people from the Dayan tribe. How could the Holy Lord of Huadu let go?

But the reality is somewhat unexpected.

With the terrifying eyes, the extremely terrifying Saint Lord of Huadu, after a bloody sweep, Lengran looked at the Yanhuang Realm, crossed many great realms, returned directly to the Dayan Tribe, and stopped fighting.

"Why didn't the Holy Lord of the Huadu of the Dayan Ancient Clan take action? Was it the instructed by the first generation of the Dayan Ancient Clan?"

In the starry sky of the Yanhuang Realm, the great saint of time Xuanxiao stood in the sky, his eyes full of worries.

He is a world-class and true master, but under the cover of the cycle of reincarnation, he is also full of powerlessness.

What's more, this is just the beginning.

The other powerful saints and saints of the ancient Dayan clan, who are probably going to return one after another soon.

Perhaps for the Holy Lord of Huadu, they are just turtles in the jar now.

"The situation is too tense. Holy Son, are you still unwilling to cut it off?" The Great Saint Xuan Xiao of Time looked at the Lord's Mansion of the Yanhuang Realm.

At this moment, endless holy light fell from the Lord of the Yanhuang Realm, triggering the sympathy of heaven and earth, and the light shone brightly, completely submerging the place.

It is not difficult to find through this dazzling holy light that Xiao Ye is still sitting cross-legged in the ancient well, reciting the ancient scriptures of Taichu, as if he is unaware of the outside world's storm.

Without cutting off the past worldly path, it is impossible to merge with the invincible path of the Taichu Saint Son.

"I seem to see another road."
Chapter completed!