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Many people have thought about opening up a universe, but how many have practiced it and succeeded in the end?

No!

The moral god has lived a long time and has witnessed the birth and fall of countless geniuses.

It was during this infinitely long time that he had seen countless creatures, but Ye Zichuan was the only one who really opened up a universe!

This is a feat of no one before, and he is the only one.

It was such a person, but now he died in battle, the moral gods did not believe it.

He felt that there was no one who could kill Ye Zichuan in this universe.

"The facts have happened, and you still have delusions." A dark creature sighed: "I always think that you are wise beings, omniscient and omnipotent, and now you are so faint."

"There is not much time left for you. Several human emperors have fallen. No one in the human race can become a faith and pillar again. You are throwing into the darkness now, and there is still time."

Tianzun Tianzun looked at him and said lightly: "Darkness and light are not orthodox, yin and yang coexist, this is the way of heaven."

The dark creature sneered: "It's up to now, you still insist on such ridiculous remarks."

"Don't talk nonsense with him, it's not that there is no existence in the temple that can kill them. Give them a final period of time. After all, the darkness is to unify the universe."

"Also."

But no matter what they said, the faces of Tianzun Tianzun and Yuanshi Tianzun did not change.

They always believed that Ye Zichuan would not just die like this...

In the darkness, I don't know the years and the passing years.

Ye Zichuan didn't know how long he slept, and finally opened his eyes.

He lay here like a corpse, his eyes absent, as if he had lost his soul and was completely empty.

The scene many years ago seems to be still in front of us, as if it happened yesterday.

The four emperors died in battle, without any complaints, and accepted their ending frankly.

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

Shenwu Fuxi, kind Thai emperor, majestic Huangdi, Yu emperor with few words.

They just died in battle, and in the last bloody light, the brightest light burst out.

In the ultimate battle, four human emperors died in battle and twelve masters died in battle.

This is what they ended up with in exchange for their lives.

With so many powerhouses, only Ye Zichuan survived in the end.

He finally wore the Yellow Emperor's battle armor, held the golden holy sword, and the Jiuzhou cauldron on his head. With his own power, he fought the two masters alone. These two masters mastered the power of ancient artifacts, and he paid a great price.

His universe was crippled, and his body exploded many times, and it took thousands of years to win the battle.

The reason why he slept for so long was because his injuries were so severe that his soul was almost broken up.

The power of the origin of ancient artifacts is indeed terrible.

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

It wasn't long since I got along with the emperors, and there was not much communication, but those ancestors made him admire him from the heart.

They have paid too much for the human race. They have been fighting in the ancient times, and then tossed to hell and lived to death. After the hard return, they were still fighting and shed the last drop of blood.

Ye Zichuan lay here for a long time before his eyes gradually recovered.

I felt it silently, and what surprised him was that the broken universe had actually healed.

And there are a few more things to make the universe look more complete without any flaws.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Ye Zichuan realized the source of this change.

Ancient artifacts representing the origins of darkness and light, merged with his universe!

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

After feeling the changes in the universe silently, Ye Zichuan only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing wrong.

After lying here for a long time, he stood up.

The strength in his body has been restored seven or eighty-eight, but his heart is extremely heavy when he thinks of the passing of several emperors.

This is the grief of the entire human race.

Raising his hand to tear open a void crack, his figure disappeared from here...

The mythical battlefield, the strong men of the Alliance and Hell whizzed past here. They have been looking for the whereabouts of two ancient artifacts of the origin, but after searching for so long, they did not find any trace.

The prisoner and the main god gradually, often because of this outbreak of fighting.

Now that the human race is no longer a major problem, they have started fighting with each other again.

In the five thousand years of war, hell and human race suffered huge losses, and the alliance suffered the least. In the past few thousand years, some main gods have been born.

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

boom!

A huge mushroom cloud rose up here, accompanied by the blazing flames, the dazzling light surged, forming a monstrous storm sweeping away.

It's another battle between the main gods.

Many of the creatures here are not surprised, hiding in the distance and watching this scene silently.

It was the battle between the hell lord and the alliance lord god, all kinds of rays of light were erupting, and the power of the lord god was immense, making this void unbearable, one piece after another.

Stab!

The void suddenly cracked, and a dark crack appeared here, abruptly inserted into the battlefield.

That's it!

When everyone saw this scene, they knew that the people who came out of the crack were about to end, and they were too lucky to have chosen such a position.

Facing the battle between the two main gods, they would definitely become scum.

The hot energy swept away and rushed to the crack.

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

The aura on his body is too terrifying, the fighting spirit is rushing into the sky, and the aura is sharp and terrifying, like a sword that tore the sky, cutting through the turbulent storm here.

The two main god-level creatures splashed all over and their scalp numb.

They felt as if they were being stared at by some scourge, making them uncontrollably fearful, their legs trembling.

brush!

Sweeping their eyes, they felt that their bodies were about to burst apart, and they couldn't bear the other's eyes.

Ye Zichuan looked at the two tenth-level beings indifferently, and then he gave birth to a hand.

"Damn it all!"

A big hand fell from the sky and suppressed them.

The expressions of the two main gods changed drastically, and with a bang, the energy in their bodies completely exploded, just like two suns.

But this was useless at all. The big hands that looked a little rough covered the sky and covered the sky, covering the sky with only one hand.

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

After just a few breaths, there are only two pools of dirty blood left on the spot, and those who die can't die again.