Chapter 1033

His eyes were blankly and slightly dull. With the appearance of this person, the heaven and earth suddenly stood still. Originally, the sound of insects and birds could be heard, but now it was suddenly silent. Even the vegetation swaying in the wind seemed to be fixed!

"Who am I?" The man whispered in confusion.

He! Slowly close your eyes, the whole person is like a weathered rock. He didn't open his eyes for three days and nights, as if he was recalling the dusty past.

"Through the boundless universe, condensed the dark yellow of heaven and earth, and lost my soul, I buried myself myself?"

The man slowly opened his eyes, and the confusion at the bottom of his eyes disappeared. A ray of chaotic light twinkled in his eyes. There was a desolate and sad color between the opening and closing of his eyes, but an invisible oppressive force slowly bloomed around him, and even the world was still.

"Who am I? I'm Ye Xuan! I am the Ye Xuan who never says die to fight the way of heaven. I am the Ye Xuan who never dies when three robbers are coming! " Ye Xuan talked to himself about the vicissitudes of life, and his eyes gradually recovered their aura.

"Ha ha ha!"

Boom.

The vast sky was thundered to the world, and the earth in all directions collapsed inch by inch. Ye Xuan looked up to the sky and laughed bitterly. The vicissitudes of life and sad laughter was turbulent.

"Don't break, don't stand, break and then stand. It turns out that this is the true meaning of immortal Sutra!" Ye Xuan said to himself sadly, and the whole person was silent.

What is immortality?

The true meaning of the so-called immortal sutra was not understood by Ye Xuan until three million years later.

He finally realized everything. Only survival from death is the most rebellious place. He buried his disaster and himself.

Boom!

A space-time sapling twinkled in the center of his eyebrows, and strands of black ripples spread towards the sky and the earth. The cultivation of the seven robbers of the heavenly way overflowed faintly, and the surrounding space-time collapsed inch by inch.

"Even though I've experienced death, I'm still immortal. I've broken the eternal cycle, and I'm still immortal!"

"I am still me, but where is the dead now?"

Ye Xuan whispered sadly. A desolate color crossed his face. He looked at the world from afar and could no longer feel the familiar atmosphere. This wasteland made him feel extremely strange.

Break and stand, break and then stand, shed cocoons and turn into butterflies, and regain a new life.

In the World War I three million years ago, he summoned the long river of years with his own life and buried him in the future.

The war was too fierce. He had reached a dead end in that war. Xuannv died in that war. Thirty three times the heavenly court was beaten and maimed, and he was exiled into the endless void. Only then could he escape.

In that war, he returned his accomplishments to Yuan Ling, completely cutting off the cause and effect between him and Yuan Ling. After three million years, he regained his life and finally understood the ultimate meaning of the immortal Sutra.

Three million years of precipitation, from life and death, to death and hope for life, he struggled between life and death, and that immortal will never die.

In the dark, ye Xuan finally realized the ultimate meaning of the immortal Sutra. The so-called cultivation is only a form of strength, not his real foundation. The so-called disaster is just many causes and effects planted by him in the past.

Although he returned all his accomplishments to Yuanling, the disaster he endured was not false at all. His dead bones bred bleeding flesh again. All his lost accomplishments recovered from three million, and went straight to the eighth robbery of the heavenly way.

Moreover, three million years later, the seed of time and space has grown into a small tree. In that year, he buried not only himself, but also the power of time and space he cultivated hard.

Over the past three million years, his cultivation and his power of time and space have grown to an extremely terrible level, and he is already at the top of the seven robberies of heaven.

To put it bluntly, even if Hongjun Daozu stood in front of him, it was difficult to predict the outcome between them. If ye Xuan stepped into the eight robberies of heaven, even if Hongjun Daozu had the will of heaven, he would not be ye Xuan's opponent and could only be suppressed by Ye Xuan.

Reshaping the flesh is better than the past. After three million years, he always remembers the distant past, and the memory in his mind is surging towards him.

However, although Ye Xuan came back to life three million years later and his cultivation was close to the eight disasters of heaven, he was not happy because he was not familiar with people and things, and he was the only one in the vast world.

"The sea is shifting, the years are changing, and three million years have passed. Who else will remember me, ye Xuan?" Ye Xuan muttered to himself.

Lonely, bleak, with a touch of sadness, he looked at the world in front of him faintly, and a smile of self mockery came out of the corner of his mouth.

The old friends are gone, and the dusty past is buried in the dust of the years, but some things ye Xuan has not forgotten, and some revenge he must repay.

"Three million years of time cut off the past, and the passage of three million years can't destroy the cause and effect. Let me ye Xuan take a look at what the world will be like today, three million years later!"

There is no heaven and earth, and there is nothing to show. When ye Xuan steps out, all the heaven and earth will be destroyed. If Hongjun Daozu sees this means, he will be shocked to the extreme, because even he can't catch the track of Ye Xuan's departure.

……

After stepping through the mountains and rivers and the vast ocean, ye Xuan came all the way to see the wasteland.

The 33rd heaven court no longer exists, the ancient demon court disappeared, and even the hell house that controls the six samsara disappeared. This is not only a wasteland with thousands of competing roads, but also a wasteland with all ethnic groups competing for hegemony.

With the changes of years, mountains and rivers move, all familiar people and things are also buried in the dust of history. Ye Xuan seems to turn into a mortal and walk in the wasteland. There is no breath around him, and he sees this strange world in his eyes.

He once walked alone in the downtown, enjoyed flowers in the desert, roared in the vast sea, and sang wine with mortals!

He was drunk, he went away sadly, and he felt very strange when he looked at the whole barren land.

……

Tianyunxian city.

A wine shop, a square table, a pot of spirits, a wine glass!

WOW!

The liquor was poured into the cup and ye Xuan drank it all at once. Although it was only a mortal thing, he liked the burning feeling of the liquor in his throat. He was slowly closing his eyes, as if searching for the memory hidden in the depths of his mind!

After drinking liquor cup by cup into his stomach, ye Xuan's eyes were a little intoxicated, and a lot of wine gas filled his body. It was not that the liquor was intoxicating, but that he just wanted to empty himself and recall some people he missed and things in the past.

"Hey, did you hear? Tianjiao of all ethnic groups gathered in Buzhou mountain to decide who was the first person of the flood and famine youth generation! "

"Cut! It's said that these Tianjiao have unique talents and are valued by the ancestors of all ethnic groups. This event is unprecedented. "

"Hey, hey, you don't understand. I know a big secret."

A warm conversation was heard in the corner of the wine shop, and several immortals were whispering.