Seven pseudo-god powerful men have been born around Xiao Ye.

It is definitely an immortal achievement to so many pseudo-gods unite in the world, and their number is even more terrifying than the most glorious period of the Three Thousand Worlds.

This is an incredible miracle in the Dharma-Ending Age.

Fortunately, the Three Thousand Realms are now withering, let alone the demigods, it is difficult to even see the peak of the holy level. Therefore, except for the old man who swept the floor, there is no creature at all. What kind of transformation is happening to Xiao Ye’s close relatives and old friends.

But Xiao Ye returned and left the sweeper without any other actions, which was good news.

"Old guy, it's a pity that you left first and didn't enjoy such luck."

In the great realm of Soul Zen, Xuan Xiao was holding a pot of wine, sitting cross-legged in front of a stone tablet, sprinkling the mellow wine, drinking and murmuring to himself.

The stone tablet is full of holy light and is cleaned very clean. It is the tomb of Qingze.

Qingze and Xuanxiao supported Xiao Ye to reshape Taichu in later generations and had already formed a deep friendship. Now he was granted good fortune by Xiao Ye, but this close friend has passed away, so he is naturally filled with emotion.

Xiao Ye did not leave again this time, nor did he find Jon who returned to the territory of the Tengluo race. In addition to giving good fortune and allowing his close relatives and old friends to resist the invasion of time, he also opened an altar in the Tower of Time to preach and teach the killing of the six gods**.

This method is very terrifying. In the past, Xuanyuan Long was created by a soul based on immortal qualities, and it was difficult to comprehend.

But Xiao Ye's words and words pointed to the true meaning and made everyone understand it, and it was not too difficult.

"Yezi, I feel that you can easily break the three thousand shackles and transcend to the divine level, but why are you still staying in the pseudo-god realm?"

Inside the Tower of Time, a young man stood up long.

He was wearing a white robe, with a beautiful spirit as jade, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his every move was indescribable. He was truly the invincible emperor Zhou Yitian, one of the four true spirit emperors. There was a miracle of time flowing back to his back, and the Tao was endless and he was already in the realm of false gods.

Beside him, the peerless, unparalleled, iron-blooded, Xiao Fan, and Nangong Xingyu were all like this. After hearing this, he became quiet and stared at Xiao Ye curiously.

This question has also puzzled them for a long time.

Can create many miracles of false gods standing together, or even suppress the arrival of the holy thunder tribulation, how could Xiao Ye not be qualified to attack the divine level? And in recent years, what Xiao Ye has done is more like making some preparations.

Moreover, Xiao Ye only took care of the people around him and never cared about the withered creatures in the world. This was not the other party's behavior.

“It’s not the time yet.”

"Because there will be a divine-level powerful man coming to attack in the Three Thousand Realms, and you will be given good fortune because your life span is not long and you will be about to wither. Others still have time..." Xiao Ye sat cross-legged in the Tower of Time, silent for a long time before he heard this cruel news.

"In this world, there are many parallel worlds like the Three Thousand Great Realms?"

As soon as this statement came out, many powerful people in the Tower of Time, after seeing these secrets, their faces were shocked and thought of many.

They began to understand why Xiao Ye let the sweeper go.

"Yezi, what are you going to do?"

The calm and unparalleled Emperor Wushuang first reacted and asked quickly.

"When I defeat the powerful enemy, I will blow away the shackles of the three thousand great realms, change the chaotic rules of the Dharma-Ending Age, and take you to transform into gods."

"Next, I will go to seclusion with all my might. You can leave first." Xiao Ye said, no longer giving good luck.

Now that his old friends and relatives are in a stable state, and the war is imminent, he will naturally not continue to lose himself.

As for the withered three thousand creatures, he was even more powerless to take care of them.

This is selfish, but also helpless.

But if all three thousand are destroyed, what future can there be?

"Senior Jon, I not only want to meet your standards, but also surpass them!" After dispersing everyone, a light flashed in Xiao Ye's eyes.

Rumble!

His body burst into tremors that created the world, breeding glorious universes, which are much larger than the Three Thousand Worlds.

And this number is still growing, making Xiao Ye look like a god and a demon.

"The Taoist traces of the master of time appeared because of the light of the origin. Now that I have swallowed so many lights of the origin, it should be able to make them appear again."

Xiao Ye whispered, his eyes deep, and a kind of tolerance of everything rose up on his body, rushing towards the wall of the Tower of Time.

Although Jon was kind to him, he had no close friends after all. In comparison, Xiao Ye was appointed as the master of time.

At the same time, outside the Tower of Time.

"In this case, the leaves will also give us good fortune!"

The seven false gods left the Tower of Time one after another, all of whom were in a state of turmoil, guilty, and self-blame.

"Now we can only practice the Six Mingshens** with all our strength, and maybe we can help Ye Zi with one arm!"

The Invincible Emperor clenched his fists and said.

They have the current realm because the fortune given by Xiao Ye is not what they have learned from their own understanding. If they really want to exert their strongest strength, they still need to practice continuously.

At this moment, all the seven pseudo-god realm powerhouses went into seclusion.

Times alternate and time passes.

For five hundred years in the world, people have felt a sense of sadness because too many creatures have fallen down by the years.

Many creatures are unwilling to roar, and they are sublimated at the last moment of their lives. They want to sprint to the realm and produce breakthroughs and transformations, but are instead bombarded by the severe holy thunder tribulation.

The world is so cruel nowadays.

Even the soul Zen world where many creatures gather is already sparsely populated, and the number of living creatures can only barely exceed 100 million.

The immortal divine light burst out from the mysterious temple also went dark and there was no trace of light.

The eighty-one stone platforms rotating around the temple were no longer displayed, and the large array constructed was also running at a full speed and almost stopped.

"Who can escape the cruelty of the way of heaven?"

The tall sweeper continued to clean up the dust at the entrance of the temple, with a look of emotion on his face.

Over the years, he has never taken a step out of this place, and has been observing the great world of Soul Zen. The feats created by Xiao Ye made him a little scared and he just watched but said nothing.

"I hope my choice is right." The old man sweeping the floor sighed and prepared to walk back to the temple.

Click!

At this moment, a slight strange noise suddenly came from the temple, shocking the old man who swept the floor.

The three-headed and six-armed stone statues worshipped in the temple moved!

"World Guardian!"

Immediately afterwards, a low growl that shocked the mind and only the sweeping old man could understand came out.

"Are you still here?"
Chapter completed!