Chapter 3294

The vastness of nothingness is boundless.

The small universe is like a pearl inlaid in nothingness.

Ye Chen is still not seen.

He buried himself, melted into the universe, and became the universe.

I do not know which year, cangmiao more than two rice grain light.

Do not look at them small, but as if there is life, with the years, in the gathering bit by bit.

A hundred years.

They seem to have grown up. From the light of rice grains in those years, they have evolved into a sun and a moon. The dazzling sunlight and bright moonlight shine on the world and reflect dreams in their brilliance.

Then there are the stars.

The vast night sky is dotted with stars, and each one is shining with eternal light.

Since then, the small universe has day and night.

The alternation of day and night, the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, and the carving of the law of time have become a touch in the dark.

Years, or so long.

To the great change of heaven and earth, and to the arrival of the new day, more and more young buds have been born. Even the withered branches and leaves have grown with the speed visible to the naked eye. At a glance, they are full of vitality.

It's spring, and everything comes back to life.

Time is not old, heaven and earth are changing, the hot summer line up, boarded the stage of new history.

The sun is shining high, and the earth is cracked by burning.

March is fleeting, the breeze is more refreshing, the sky is slightly also flying, is the bleak autumn.

The flowers and leaves are withered, and the white clothes in winter are more dusty than expected.

Spring is full, summer is hot, autumn is bleak and winter is dead. Each has his own style.

In the quiet night, dark clouds can be seen, and thunder and lightning tear.

It's raining, it's pouring with the wind.

This rain, a hundred years.

Rainwater is the source of life, flows in gullies, rivers and rivers, and stretches across the vast land.

Rain, thunder and lightning, all have.

However, heaven and earth are in Nirvana, rules are changing, and the whole universe is evolving into eternity.

The light of dawn is warm and peaceful.

Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the four seas and eight wastelands, it is a beautiful scene. There are many mountains, rich vegetation, and there are Xiongjiang rushing, there are streams murmuring. Every place is full of vitality, and it is dyed with eternity. It is covered with clouds and mists. It is really a fairyland on earth.

Looking carefully, everything reflects the shadow of Ye Chen.

Yes, the decaying and magical, eternal seed, finally performed the great world of all things. Every thing can be called Ye Chen. He is the eternal, also all things, and the creator God of this small universe.

He still didn't show up.

The transformation has not been completed, the body melts into the universe, and the magic is moving towards the last step.

It's winter again. The snow is flying.

The dry and cold world is covered with a layer of snow-white coat, without any stain.

It has been a few days since ancient times.

All the emperors are sitting on their knees, and they don't forget to understand the Tao. They are unreliable, such as the Emperor Xuan, the emperor ghost and the Emperor Ming. Although they are not quasi barren emperors, they have to seek a breakthrough. If the holy body is strong, the way of heaven will be weak. So is the common life. If they are strong, the way of heaven will be weak.

Once upon a time, all the emperors opened their eyes and looked at the end of Archaea.

The empress came back with blood all over her body. When she came to the end, she didn't stand firm and almost fell down. She was tired, but she had a smile in her exhaustion. It seems that she has revived many of the supreme masters.

Under the attention of the public, she flicked her sleeve, and many figures showed up.

At that moment, including the deity, they all subconsciously stood up and looked at the place. They were once the supreme masters of the ancient heaven. There were quasi barren peaks, the first rank of the great emperor, old friends and great teachers. One by one is better than the other, and the seniority is more frightening.

"An era."

There are too many supreme old people in tears. In the blink of an eye, it is time and again.

There is no time for reminiscence.

With eternal support, the empress presented a number of open light dunjia Tianzi, each of which melted into a supreme one. She was responsible for the integration of the supreme and the Tianzi. Only in this way can we really be regarded as the root of resurrection.

"What an unknown, what a character of heaven."

In the process, she is a witness, witnessing what is magic, such as this, which is impossible to happen in their universe.

She had already looked at a corner of the sky.

It is because of this that she yearns for the eternal fairyland. The word of heaven, the unknown and the baby are all so strange, let alone the eternal immortal realm. If one day, if the door of eternity is open, she will step in without hesitation, and fly moths to the fire, without complaint or regret, and only wish to see the eternal.

Poof!

When she was in a trance, the empress spurted blood. In the unknown, she was beaten too badly and nearly died. She was hurt very much. The outside of the gold and jade was ruined inside. Now, she forcibly melted the word of heaven and hurt her foundation.

Oh!

With a sigh from the sky, she walked out of the little world of the empress. She took some of the characters of heaven and threw them freely. The supreme masters who were lying in the air and sleeping were all melting into one and had their own way to practice.Obviously, she's helping.

People who have done the way of heaven should have no desire, no desire, no anger and no hatred for time.

"Thank you."

With a tired smile, the empress stepped back and sat powerless on the rock.

"When the way of heaven recovers, you have no chance of winning."

Although the God's position has fallen, his vision is still there. After staying for so long, we have learned more or less about the universe. There is no supreme God. If we really want to fight, the heavens will be defeated.

"The life of the human beings is vigorous and vigorous, and it will last forever."

Female emperor light language, say, also side eyes looked at Emperor Huang and beauty.

They have recovered and are still changing.

This proves that ye Chen is still there and must be nirvana in some corner. He is not only the sword that slaughtered the heaven, but also bears the belief of the common people. In those years, she could win a generation of saints and demons, and now he will be able to kill heaven.

No more words from heaven, continue to melt the word of heaven.

Once upon a time, she was just like the empress. Now, there is only a little humble desire like a puppet. There is nothing else in the world that can make her mood turbulent.

A simple dialogue, both of them were silent.

That day, the fight between the dead and the dead, this time seems to have become a close friend, with a tacit understanding.

At the end, there are many more living beings.

When the great emperor of later generations saw it, he bowed down from a distance. He had only heard the legend, but he still met the real man for the first time.

He fought with the sky.

This venerable ancient god, treading on the corpse mountain and flowing the sea of blood, can not be compared with the evil spirit of later generations. It is really like a revered God of killing. It comes from Jiuyou, and each of them is powerful all over the world.

"God's executor, don't be hurt."

All the newly resurrected heavenly beings gathered at the altar sealed with a generation of saints and demons.

After an era, their words, on the contrary, calmed down a lot, no roar from the sky, no roar from the soul, everything is as flat as light, should have experienced a life and death, have already looked down on, now return, is just a continuation of the unfulfilled long cherished wish of the previous life.

"All living beings are ants." A generation of saints laugh.

And this line seems to be his exclusive line. No matter who comes, he will take it out and slip around.

In his opinion, it is no different from a mole ant if it is not a wasteland emperor.

The emperors did not refute this point, nor did they bother to refute it. They would fight against heaven in the future.

After a long pause, the emperors left.

There are many mountaintops with more figures. All of them cross their knees, and they are all striving for the throne. They don't know whether they were defeated or won in the previous life. Now, if we come back again, we must fight for a brilliant future.

The little universe.

Snow, is still under, a thousand years, the whole world, dyed a snow white.

Until one day, the falling blood flowers turned into wisps of light.

It is the eternal light, such as the rain, pouring into the world, moistening the universe.

All things return to spring.

A new life is born, and this new life refers to not only all things, but also ye Chen.

This Nirvana took thousands of years.

And he, in the end, thoroughly transformed the decadent into the magic, and created the myth in the legend.

The vast earth, he reshaped.

Or the ancient holy body, or the eternal real body, more immortal than before he went to bed, and the bright brilliance bloomed on him; the breath of all things around him, as well as the heaven and earth and the rules, were all branded into the deepest part of his soul, which was also the brand of the universe.

"The way of heaven."

Ye Chen closed his eyes and whispered softly. He breathed the breath of heaven and earth, his consciousness was wandering and his mind was too empty.

Boom! Boom!

Every time he breathed, there were flashes of lightning and thunder, the earth was humming and shaking, rivers were rolling, there was a strong wind, sometimes the rain was pouring, sometimes everything was withering, there was no sign.

In other words, everything in the universe moves because of him.

As long as he is willing, with one thought, he can turn the sea into a fertile field, and with only one thought, the universe can be withered.

This is the way of heaven, the heaven, and the master of all things.

Zhao Yun's way of heaven in the universe can do this, but it will disturb the rules and the universe.

Compared with these, the universe is unexpected.

There is the way of heaven. In the way of heaven, there is the way of heaven, and the power is divided and weakened. It is impossible to destroy a single thought. In the final analysis, it is all living beings fighting against God, and the steelyard in the dark has already tilted.

"It's a wonderful feeling."

Ye Chen opened his eyes, and his eyes changed from chaos to eternity. After thousands of years of transformation, eternity has been infinitely close to perfection, decaying the body, but magical Tao Yun. He is God, overlooking the world.

Unfortunately, there is no one alive except him.

However, one day, it will evolve, perhaps mortals, or immortals, but no matter how strong they are, the more they can't be the way of heaven, some kind of power of domination, and it will disappear in the twinkling of a finger.

"A new civilization."Ye Chen smile, step by step up, walk all the way to see all the way, this is his universe.

While walking, dunjia flying back, around its side.

I don't know why, the word of heaven is more kind to him. Maybe he has integrated the word "Tao". Maybe it is the way of heaven. No matter what kind it belongs to, it is enough for them to have spirituality, like a group of lively children.

After a pot of wine, ye Chen is on the top of the mountain.

The rules have been set out, and they have been ruled by heaven and earth. They have become the way of heaven. They can go back to the heaven.

This time, he has a way.

It is also the way of dream. The nirvana of thousands of years is not only decaying and magical, but also thousands of years of enlightenment. In this field, I don't know whether he can catch up with yaochi's steps. However, his understanding of returning to the eternal world has undergone a qualitative transformation, which is also attributed to the way of Chengtian. So far, he has some privileges.