Chapter 3352

The sky is covered with snow.

The eternal legend is still the oldest myth.

Ten thousand years, it has been a great change.

The snow has not stopped, and no one knows when it will fall.

The world is not peaceful.

There is such a kind of thunderbolt, one after another, after ten thousand years, the earth has ushered in the golden age. Too many people who have proved the truth and become the emperor, all kinds of thunder sea, like clouds of various colors, dotted in the vast universe, opened a brilliant prelude.

"Emperor, it's really Chinese cabbage."

Ghost emperor a sigh, once xuanhuang 130 emperor, also tut tongue unceasingly, think of them in those days! How difficult emperor Cheng was, which would not be a catastrophe, which was not a foreign invasion. Now the world is peaceful, really comfortable, and the testimonies of emperor Cheng are springing up, and later generations are also rising.

In a new era, the times have changed.

As we all know, the great emperor today has a different meaning from the supreme one of the ages. No matter how dazzling it is, it can no longer stir up the waves. The reason is that the supreme cultivation is fixed in the wasteland emperor, and the great emperor is far from enough.

"Time is like a knife, three eras."

The emperors of Tianting lamented that after two great annihilations, these relics of the old age should have been dust of the years. They were immortal for ten thousand years. They were neither old nor hurt nor dead. They really felt what eternal life was.

The reincarnation of heaven has surpassed the rule of the emperor.

In the twilight of its cage, all living beings may be immortal.

However, the people who created this myth have not returned.

Heng Yue Zong, like dreamlike, too many young people who are in full bloom, diligent people have started to absorb the essence of heaven and earth. Every mountain peak, every attic and every hall stands a statue. I don't know who carved it. The carving is lifelike.

"Master, we must surpass you."

He is the goal of the younger generation.

"Just listen."

Xiao lingwa sat on the roof of the house and ate the source stone. Ten thousand years later, she became the emperor of heaven. The stink of eating the source stone still remains unchanged. As for surpassing Ye Chen, it's just listening. After the reincarnation of heaven, no one can surpass the holy body. Even the female emperor and the God are also out of reach. It's not because they are not amazing enough. It's the limitation of the rules that the broken universe has become In those days, the highest level that could be achieved was probably only the middle level of Emperor Huang. However, the cultivation, the divine respect and the female emperor, have not yet been achieved.

"I've been preaching, but you're not coming yet."

Today's Xiong Er got up quite early. He led a bunch of small dolls to worship ye Chen. He was once a mischievous little fat man. Now, he is also introverted. It may be that the man named Ye Chen has been buried for too long and no one talks with him about his ideal of life.

"Xuanzu, who lives on that mountain peak?"

Too many dolls raise their heads. The peak in their mouth refers to the jade girl peak. Since they were born, they were told that no one can step on that mountain.

"An old myth."

Bear two smile, Xie Yun and situ Nan also smile.

When asked by later generations, the old people who used to answer it like this.

The graceful jade girl peak has become a forbidden area.

Even after ten thousand years, no one dares to disturb them. It seems that the mountain peak is an illusory dream that exists in the world, but does not belong to the world.

And they live in dreams.

I don't know from which day on, the wives of the saints have all built the way of dreams, and they will always build such an eternal dream in the dead of night.

The illusion of self deception is the spiritual consolation in extravagance.

If they can't wait for him, they would rather live in a dream. They will wear the most beautiful wedding dress for him in the dream. They have lived like this for many spring, autumn, winter and summer, just for that dream.

"If you come back, you can have a look at the collection."

The emperor of the underworld came to pay homage to Ye Chen again, and he came every day.

"Have some face!"

Daozu is also there, and his manner represents everything.

There is also chaos.

Ten thousand years after the reincarnation of heaven, he is also a resurrector and one of the fastest and most rebellious of all heaven and man. Now, he is a real quasi barren emperor.

However, even if it is amazing, it can't compare with that person.

This era.

This era.

Even if eternal life is eternal, no one can surpass Ye Chen.

The eternal holy body is a monument.

The tenth emperor of the great Chu is also a symbol, a symbol of the new era. Even if it is the end of time, he is immortal and suppressed at the end of the years.

Suddenly, there are two lights.

It was Emperor Huang and Yue Shang who came to worship ye Chen.

When they left, they also took the Emperor Ming.

Since this day, it has been several decades since the emperor of the underworld has not been seen.

I do not know why, good emperor road F4, I do not know why two are missing.The emperor of the underworld and Emperor Zun are gone.

It was not until emperor Xuandi kicked open the gate of the underworld, and until the ghost emperor blew up the hall of Xianwu, that the two emperors were all hung on the tree, and that only a trace of soul was left.

"I understand that Emperor Huang and Yue Shang beat Ming Di."

"Why do you fight emperor Zun! They have a grudge? "

"I always walk around when people are bathing. I don't beat anyone."

The unruly old folks still like to get together. They all hold their hands and solve the problems for the younger generation every few days. By the way, ye Chen used to carry all kinds of tricks, such as zither, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Eternal myth, only listen to feel forced grid dazzling.

Therefore, there is no hope for future generations to transcend the holy body.

In the ninth year, the empress woke up.

Under the moon, she stands alone on the top of the mountain and bathes in the moonlight. Like a wonderful dream, one stop is ten years, deducing the universe and evolving the rules.

Yuwai, back from heaven.

Since the reincarnation of the heavenly way, we will go out once every ten years.

It's to find our own universe.

However, it hasn't been found for ten thousand years.

This time, she was badly hurt.

No need to smell it, we can know that she has encountered a terrible existence, and she died of death. The empress was deeply touched by this. When she went to find Xing Zi Xiaowa with Ye Chen, she saw too many unknown life bodies, each powerful and surpassing the wild emperor.

"Is it dead?"

Murmuring with the sky, the universe seems to evaporate.

"Don't go out again."

The female emperor whispered and brushed her hands for eternity. She did not enter the body of the heaven. She wiped out the killing intention for her and helped her heal her body. If she did not reach the realm of the barren emperor, she had better not go out. The universe is too vast and there are too many terrible beings.

"The universe, in its heyday and decline."

Since the days of leisurely Road, in the fall has been very clear.

She can see, not to mention the empress.

It's true that under the glorious coat of the heavens, there is a kind of decline. It should be that ye Chen's war against the way of heaven thousands of years ago damaged the foundation of the universe, which is hard for her and God to reverse and repair.

About these, ye Chen must have expected that year.

Therefore, this reincarnation of heaven is endowed with eternal color. This is to fight for time. May the emperor of the heavenly wasteland find a way to deal with it in eternity.

It turns out that she and the deity let Ye Chen down.

The universe is going to wither, and the eternal continuation is coming to an end.

Maybe a hundred years.

Maybe a thousand years.

The civilization of this new era will gradually decline.