Chapter 1067

This sleep was a thousand years. When he opened his eyes to see the world again, everything had changed.

When he woke up, the memories of thousands of years ago gradually blurred in his mind, and the unreal feeling that had haunted him dissipated with the smoke, and his memory became intermittent.

Because the troubles brought by his appearance are always endless, Emperor miexian walked in the ancient wasteland all year round wearing a hat. He dressed in white and walked through the bloody battlefield, still not stained with fine dust. The white yarn hanging from the hat blocked his face, but frightened all ancient gods.

This protracted battle between the eight races lasted for three years, and the victory or defeat could not be determined. Until the emperor died, he suppressed all races with absolute strength, leaving everyone with no more strength to resist.

After he calmed down the war and raised his feet to leave, a little hand stained with blood grabbed his sleeve. The emperor was surprised. He looked down at the dirty little hand rubbing the blood on his white clothes, and his eyebrows twisted up.

The breeze, with a strong smell of blood, lifted a corner of the white yarn. The emperor's death string met with the little boy's eyes. The little boy stubbornly bit his lower lip, and his golden pupils as dazzling as the scorching sun were full of fearlessness.

The young voice clearly sounded in the Shura field with corpses: "please, save the world, only you can!"

His words made emperor miexian frown again and looked at the little boy's eyes. He had divine power to protect his body, but any cultivation lower than him could never get close to him.

But the little boy easily broke the power around him and grabbed his sleeve.

And the little boy has no divine power.

Emperor miexian was silent, and the eight people who were suppressed by him were silent one after another. They had a fear engraved on their soul for the white boy who suddenly appeared on the battlefield. At this moment, they didn't even dare to give a word out of the atmosphere.

The emperor's death string didn't answer, and the little boy tightened his strength again, as if he was afraid that the emperor's death string would disappear as soon as he let go.

Emperor miexian looked at him quietly, but he couldn't find the clue on the little boy.

A tiny, undetectable whisper came from his mouth: "it's really evil."

The little boy has no accomplishments, but he can break his protective power. What he said is even more profound. In any way, the little boy is particularly strange.

The little boy raised his head and looked at him stubbornly. His body was still hurt. After several twists and turns, his injury became more and more serious. His jade cut face was as pale as a dying man.

Emperor die string sighed: "good."

Since then, the ancient wasteland has welcomed their first co Lord. They call him no God. For him, this is just a title, but for all creatures, it has become their faith.

Because there was no God, they got rid of the torture of war and smoke, so that the already riddled world was rejuvenated and the world tended to peace.

This meaning will not be compared with any great achievements of other gods.

Those little boys were called ChiYan, a demon clan. After some understanding, Emperor Meixian was surprised to find that ChiYan was born in response to heaven.