In addition to the old man who swept the floor, the Tiancan Saint Emperor also knew about the changes in the Yanhuang Realm.

"Xiao Ye, I hope you can live. I can't go to the human race, I can only pray for you here."

Princess Tiancan endured the worries in her heart, stood in the holy realm of Tiancancan, looked in the direction of the human race, and said softly to herself.

She is the only descendant of the Saint Emperor of Heavenly Silkworm. She inherited the other party's bloodline and has taken on the heavy responsibility of the fate of the Saint Emperor of Heavenly Silkworm since childhood. She is strong and independent.

Until Xiao Ye appeared, when geniuses of races from all over the country turned against her, she was still willing to stand by her side.

At that time, her mood began to turbulently.

The return of the Tiancan Holy Emperor and wanted to match her and Xiao Ye, but was rejected by Xiao Ye, which made her extremely angry. She wanted to work hard to cultivate, surpass Xiao Ye, and prove her excellence.

This is a very complex feeling that is difficult to explain clearly.

In the blink of an eye, she heard that the person she wanted to surpass had suffered bad luck and could never see him again, and her heart became even more empty, making her feel as if she had lost the meaning of cultivation.

Now that person's fate is likely to turn around, how could she not worry about it?

In the meteorite group in the Yanhuang Realm, the grand sound became more and more intense. The ancient characters composed of light and shadow breed endless light to cover the blood beads, like a huge silkworm cocoon.

This is indeed the Heavenly Silkworm Bible taught by the Heavenly Silkworm Holy Emperor, which was touched when he was on the verge of death.

Dong!

I don’t know how long this scene lasted, but finally a faint fluctuation came from the cocoon, like a heart beating.

Buzzing!

The fluctuation became increasingly dense, and finally it shook the sky like thunder, and a trace of consciousness slowly grew.

It was precisely because of the birth of this ray of consciousness that perhaps it was because of the traces of the Taoist Lord of Huadu. The cocoon began to move slowly and embarked on an interstellar journey.

It requires energy to gradually grow and grow.

The power of stars, the essence of the sun and the moon, the origin of the universe, and even the sunlight can all become its food.

Moreover, the direction of the cocoon movement is constant, as if the coordinates have been set long ago.

Swish!

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the cocoon flew to a crack in the space that was difficult to detect, and rushed in.

"Space crack?"

"It seems that this little guy has prepared a way out for a long time. He is so scheming."

The old man who was standing in the mysterious temple was paying attention to it all the time. Seeing this, he burst into laughter, no longer paying attention, and continued to clean up the heavy dust at the entrance of the temple.

There are many space cracks in the Three Thousand Realms, and there are turbulent time and space everywhere, which is very unstable. Unless you go in in person, no one knows where you will lead to the end.

No one knew that in the crack of the space, there was a five-story quaint tower floating like an ordinary stone.

When the blood wrapped in silkworm cocoons flew in, the ancient small tower trembled slightly, burst out with a suction force, and pulled it directly into it.

Following closely behind, this simple small tower was like the body of the Taichu Saint Son created by the ancient tribe who suffered a catastrophe and was stolen from the power of the tribe, and his soul was broken, and he was scattered into the vast void.

No one knew that inside this quaint small tower, there was a perfect body full of traces of holy paths, sitting cross-legged.

Buzz!

When the blood beads covered by silkworm cocoons came in, they suddenly seemed like a hungry beast and rushed directly towards the body.

Hurry!

It was like a blend of water and milk, without any obstacles, and was born with a perfect fit. The blood bead and the body were perfectly integrated.

At the same time, the cocoon gradually entangled the body like a vine, and then everything returned to peace.

In the space cracks, there is endless space turbulence.

This quaint five-story small tower is constantly parading with this body inside the tower, and has no destination.

However, I don’t know how long it has passed. This five-story small tower no longer protects the body, but instead throws it out and turns itself into a ray of light that strikes straight to the other person’s chest.

Time passed slowly, and the entire Three Thousand Realms, due to the impact of the Era Reincarnation, also completely exploded.

In recent years, friction between major races is naturally indispensable. Now that the Holy Lord has returned, how can he not conduct liquidation and re-dividing the power areas?

"The holy lord of the Rakshasa race returned from the starry corridor and fought with the holy lord of the dark night race. The location is in Xiantai, which is extremely dangerous and must not get involved."

"The cycle of reincarnation in the era has completely exploded, and the Three Thousand Realms will usher in a chaotic period. Not to mention the Saint Lord, even the Holy Lord dares not say that he can save his life."

...

In a great world that does not belong to the human race, elders of many sects and forces are harshly reminding their younger generations.

The so-called immortal platform is actually a general term for a large number of star fields to gather together. It is a very mysterious place in this great world. It is shrouded in fog all year round. Some people have experienced it here and have grown into a top figure when they come back.

Of course, some people eventually lost their news after entering.

Now, this star field will become the battlefield for the Holy Lord.

There was no witness at all in this battle. It lasted for ten days before it ended. The final result was that the super saint masters of the two major races were both defeated and finally withdrew at the same time.

The battle at the Holy Lord level collapsed the universe of the world, and the Xiantai Star Domain was even broken through, and many secrets were exposed. Many sects were ready to move, and finally couldn't help but set off.

The Immortal Platform is indeed very mysterious. After experiencing such a terrible collision, some stars have been preserved.

One of the planets was already shrouded in the night. It was raining heavily, with heavy rains, lightning and thunder, and the wind howled angrily, as if all kinds of demons and monsters were coming out, which seemed very terrifying.

"Master, I don't know if we can find any better treasures. Maybe our "Cangyu Sect" will rise from now on and gain a foothold here."

In the night, two figures of human race, one old and one young, appeared, exploring on this star.

Sudden--

Boom!

A blazing lightning flashed across the sky, as if a sea of ​​thunder was gathering, and then a body fell down.

He was struck by thousands of terrible lightning, but did not destroy the body at all. His body was completely damaged. He just smashed it down, smashing countless mountains, scaring the old and the young.

"Teacher...Master, this is the human race!"

With the fierce lightning, the young man saw the appearance of this body clearly and stuttered.

"Oh, the cycle of reincarnation in the era and the chaos in the three thousand great realms is not known for how many years it will last. Our human race is also very turbulent, otherwise our master and disciple would not be forced to hide here."

"Forget it, we are all human race, see if this person is dead. If not, take it back."

"This person's body cannot be destroyed by lightning, and he is probably also a spiritual master."
Chapter completed!