Chapter 1031

Opening up a universe, many people think so, but how many people practice, and finally succeed?

No,

Moral God has lived a long time, witnessing the birth and fall of countless talents.

It is in this endless long period of time that he has seen countless creatures, but ye Zichuan is the only one who has really opened up a universe!

It's a feat that has never been seen before, and he's the only one.

It is such a person, but now he died in the war, and the moral God does not believe it.

He thinks that in this universe, there is no one who can kill Ye Zichuan.

"The fact has happened, and you still have delusions." A dark creature sighed: "I always thought you were wise and omniscient. Now you are so stupid."

"There is not much time left for you. Several kings have fallen, and no one of the Terrans can become a belief and pillar again. You can still plunge into the darkness in time."

The moral God looked at him and said, "darkness and light are not orthodox. Yin and Yang coexist. This is the way of heaven."

The dark creature sneered: "now, you still insist on such ridiculous remarks."

"There is no need to talk to him. There is no existence in the temple that can kill them. Give them a last period of time. The darkness will unify the universe after all."

"Not bad."

But no matter what they said, the faces of the moral God and the original God never changed.

They always believe that ye Zichuan will not die like this

In the dark, I don't know the time, I don't know the fleeting time.

Ye Zichuan did not know how long he had been sleeping, and finally opened his eyes.

He was lying here like a corpse, without eyes, as if he had lost his soul, empty.

It seems that the scene of many years ago is still in front of us, as if it happened yesterday.

The four emperors died one after another, without any complaints, and accepted their own outcome.

They put all their hopes on Ye Zichuan. They should have been the ancients who died long ago. They were reborn in this world and had seen the glory of the human race. They have no regrets.

Fuxi, the mighty emperor, the benevolent emperor of Thailand, the majestic emperor of Huang, and Yu, the emperor with few words.

They died in this way, and in the last blood light, the brightest light bloomed.

In the final World War I, four emperors died and twelve masters died.

This is the end of their lives.

Ye Zichuan was the only one who survived so many strong men.

In the end, he wore the armor of the Yellow Emperor, held the golden sword and the Kyushu tripod on his head, and fought against two masters with his own strength. These two masters mastered the power of ancient utensils, which made him pay a great price.

His universe was crippled, and his body exploded many times. It took him thousands of years to win.

The reason why he slept so long was that he was so seriously injured that his soul was almost scattered.

The power of the origin of ancient utensils is really terrible.

Although he won, ye Zichuan was not happy at all.

I didn't spend much time with the emperors, and I didn't have much communication with them, but they made him admire them from his heart.

They have paid too much for the Terran. They have been fighting since ancient times. Then they go to hell and live to death. After they come back, they are still fighting and shed the last drop of blood.

Ye Zichuan lay here for a long time, a pair of eyes gradually recovered.

He felt it in silence. To his surprise, the broken universe had healed.

And there are more things that make the universe look more complete and flawless.

With a change of heart, ye Zichuan realized the root of this change.

Represents the origin of darkness and light, ancient artifacts, and his universe fusion!

This is an unexpected change. It is precisely because of the existence of two ancient artifacts that his universe is more perfect and perfect.

After feeling the change of the universe silently, ye Zichuan confirmed that there was no problem, and then he was slightly relieved.

He lay here for a long time before he got up.

The strength in his body has recovered, but his heart is very heavy at the thought of the death of several emperors.

It's the grief of the whole human race.

When he raised his hand, he tore a void crack, and his figure disappeared from here

The mythical battlefield, the alliance and the strong of hell roar past here. They have been looking for the whereabouts of the two ancient artifacts, but after searching for so long, they have not found any trace.

The warden and the God gradually, often because of this outbreak of fighting.

Now that the Terrans are no longer in great danger, they are fighting with each other again.

After more than 5000 years of war, hell and the Terran lost a lot, while the alliance lost the least. In the past few thousand years, some gods were born.

This is a great supplement to their power, and to some extent eased the disappearance of the six masters.

Boom!

A huge mushroom cloud rises up here, accompanied by a raging flame and dazzling light, forming a huge storm.

It's another fight between the gods.

Many of the creatures here have seen the strange, hiding in the distance watching this scene silently.

It's the battle between the hell prison master and the alliance God. All kinds of lights are breaking out, and the power of the God is so powerful that the void can't bear it, and one after another it collapses.

A stab!

The void suddenly split, and a dark crack appeared here, which was inserted into the battlefield.

finished!

When everyone saw this scene, they all knew that the people who came out of the crack were going to die. They were so unlucky that they chose such a position.

In the face of the battle between the two gods, it will turn into dregs in an instant.

The blazing energy swept away and rushed to the crack.

A figure came out of the crack, wearing broken armor, holding a broken sword in one hand and a broken tripod suspended above his head. It was like a warrior returning from a hundred battles.

His breath is too terrible. His fighting spirit soars to the sky, and his momentum is sharp and frightening. It's like a sword tearing the sky, cutting the turbulent storms here.

The two gods were splashed and numb.

They feel like they are being watched by some kind of monster, and they can't help but have fear. Their legs are trembling.

Brush!

A glance swept over, they feel their bodies are going to crack open, even each other's eyes can not bear.

Ye Zichuan indifferent looking at two ten life, and then he gave birth to a hand.

"Damn it

A big hand came down from the sky and suppressed them.

The faces of the two gods changed greatly. With a roar, the energy in their bodies exploded completely, just like the two suns.

But it didn't work at all. It seemed that the rough hand covered the sky and covered the sky with only one hand.

The big hands rolled down inch by inch, and the bodies of the two main gods also collapsed, turning into blood mud little by little.

Just a few breathing efforts, there are only two pools of dirty blood left in the same place, and those who die can't die any more.