Chapter 1850: Where is this

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The battlefield fell, and the pure land of the Western Desert became a ruin. There was nowhere to see a whole mountain, no clean river, and it was covered with smoke and blood flowed into the river.
The people repaired, and the eight tribes of Honghuang also led their troops to retreat.
It can be seen that their faces have changed from ridicule to ridicule. Although the dusty night has been annihilated, they have also suffered heavy losses. Nearly 10 million people have lost less than 5 million people.
First there was the melee of the eight ethnic groups, and then there was the scourge of the Eight Emperors of the Famine, too many people were buried, among them there are the Holy King and the Great Saint.
Coupled with the previous Xuanhuang Xinghai, such a calculation before and after, the Honghuang tribe lost extremely fiercely, what's so happy, if they change so much on their own, they are losing a lot.
In particular, the Poor Qi tribe, on the Xinghai Sea, three quasi-perfect emperors were captured, and most of them disappeared with the death of Dust Night.
"The heavens are too peaceful." Leng Jundi Lengheng.
"Join other clan, and then set off the flames of war, let the blood stain the starry sky."
Then the gates of the teleportation domains followed, and the quasi-empires of all ethnic groups led a team and went straight to the west desert.
Without the ancient city teleportation array, you can never fly out.
With their departure, the Ximo land really fell into peace, and the wind screamed, and there were also whispers, there were the Ximo Buddha, and the people of the flood plain.
Black hole in space, quiet and silent, Ye Chen sat cross-legged.
His body was bloody, no one inch of intact skin, no incomplete bones were seen, the emperor ’s murderous power was raging in his body, and he wanted to swallow him in this darkness.
Every wound in the body is lingering on the rule of Emperor Tao to resolve his essence. The wound must not heal.
Picking eight emperors, although he won, he was also a fierce victory. He nearly died, and the dark injury was devastating.
However, his record is dazzling, creating another myth, how domineering the eight Emperor Honghuang at the same level.
"Suppress me." Ye Chen froze in his heart, clenched his teeth, mobilized the origin and the blood, and nearly killed the killer.
The blood in his mouth continued to bleed, and even the blood was tingling with a thunderbolt, and the emperor's evil spirit coexisted with the emperor's murderous power.
In the furnace, the three of Zun Zun stared tightly, not knowing how to help, but had to pray in their hearts, hoping Ye Chen could survive.
Ye Chen went through a devastating war. It is fortunate to be alive. It is true Nirvana to be able to cross this barrier.
Time passed minute by minute, Ye Chen's pale face, rosy one minute, turbulent killing power, has weakened a lot, and the emperor's evil spirit, but too thick.
Looking at his broken holy body again, the blood sacral has begun to heal, and the golden light of Can Chan covers the body surface, and the blood and blood of the holy body recovers.
Seeing this, the three talents in Xizun were relieved, Ye Chen had passed the most difficult period, and it was only a matter of time to recover.
"Next, just wait." The yak nibbled the jug and glanced at the Honghuang people who were not far away.
"What are you talking about? The oldest boss can't die." Li Changsheng cursed, "Even the Emperor Honghuang can't destroy the ancient Eucharist."
The Honghuang people are bloodshot, and their faces are pale, but they are pale and even scared.
In the furnace, they witnessed Ye Chen's destruction of the Eight Emperors of Honghuang, and they watched Ye Chen avoid the emperor's lore, and Ye Chen's method made them startled.
The ridiculous thing is that the eight tribes of Honghuang thought that Ye Chen was dead, and they must pay the price of blood because of it.
In the midst, they seem to have seen the sea of ​​Honghuang's corpse, and the one who made Hong's corpse into a mountain must be Ye Chen.
"In other words, where is this?" Li Changsheng closed his eyes, looked at the furnace mouth, and looked dark to the outside.
"It's a black hole in space." Xi Zun took a deep breath.
"Mostly the magical power of the reincarnation eye." Yak groaned. "It has the same magic as the fairy eye."
"Actually, you can move the black hole at will." Li Changsheng froze, his eyes bright and bright, "The boss is supernatural."
"It's so black, it's a little embarrassing!" The yak gave a dry cough, and even in the copper furnace, he still felt chilly, always feeling a pair of eyes staring at him.
Not only him, but also Xi Zun and Li Changsheng.
The first time I came to the space black hole, there was no light at all, it was deep and silent, there was no sound at all. If you stay here for too long, the whole person will go crazy.
However, where did they know that it was in this dark black hole that Ye Chen had walked alone for a hundred years? The loneliness, ordinary people, would never understand.
The black hole fell into a long period of tranquility. Ye Chen was healing with his knees crossed, and the three yaks were not idle, stewing broth.
Everything is proceeding methodically in silence.
This black hole is extremely calm, but the outside world is very lively.
The Honghuang Eight races were only three days away from the West Desert, and they were in chaos in Zhongzhou. Under the mountains of the heavens, they set down a battle platform, which was huge, with the Honghuang flag on it.
On the side of the battle platform, there were icy copper pillars standing on it. The copper pillars were locked with people.
Around the battlefield, there are people, more than 80% of them are repaired by people, there are older and younger people, standing full of the sky, covering the earth, the black is pressing like a tide.
"The ants of the heavens, come to fight." The laughter was blessed by mystery, spreading infinitely, and spread throughout the wilderness.
Talking to the nine emperors of the Neihuanghuang tribe, lying on the seat recliningly, turning the thumb on his fingers leisurely.
Not only him, but also the other princes of Honghuang, such as the nine princes of Viper and the nine princes of Armadillo, without exception, all of them are noble, with thousands of people.
The purpose of placing them on the stage is obvious. That is to attract the younger generations to fight, and there are still bets for this.
"Dammit." Many people have cultivated a lot. There are many young juniors. Looking at the scene, they are full of resentment. The famines are really more and more brazen.
"If you win, let them go." The Viper Nine laughed, slowly got up, stood on the platform, and quarreled, "If you can't win, kill them."
"Asshole." The young man in the stage was furious and stepped onto the battle platform. Bare arms, muscles like a dragon, torn by lightning, eyes bright and sturdy, sturdy breath, hidden in the blood of this barbaric blood in the body, at a glance, it is a bold younger generation.
"I can't do anything about it." The viper of the nine snake princes has a slightly upturned mouth, playful and abusive, a pair of blood eyes, glowing with gloom.
"Eating an axe." The barbarian young man drank, stepped into the virtual sky, twitched the battle axe, and clenched his hands, Ling Tian split, and the axe split the sky, and the power was extremely powerful.
The viper nine prince laughed with a smile, only raised his hand at will, and wiped it with a palm. The young man of the barbarian cracked immediately, and even he flew out before landing, without stopping his figure. The viper nine prince arrived. Refers to Youmang, pierced his eyebrows, and destroyed his original body.
Lore, one finger lore, the barbaric young man died on the spot, his sturdy body turned into a blood mist and stained the red platform.
"Who else." The nine snake prince licked the blood on his fingertips, his tongue was scarlet, and his smile was pleasant.
"He. Damn." At the corner of the crowd, the little monkey emperor wanted to rush to the stage, but was stopped by his own elders.
"Uncle San, did you stop me for a while, and did you stop me for a lifetime?" The little ape emperor snorted, the golden eyes of the fire burst into the gods, and he was about to blast the flames. It's a species. "
"Even if you want to fight, I will wait until your injury recovers." The third uncle of the holy ape said quietly, "I will never stop you."
"Dad, let me go and let me choke the dog." On the other side, Dragon Robber also had to go up and was imprisoned by the Dragon Emperor, knowing that he couldn't beat it, it was to death.
Not only them, but also the gods of the Wu tribe and the Southern Emperor. They were also bound by their elders.
"Are there no one in the heavens?" Seeing that no one was on the stage, the Viper Nine laughed, exposing the fangs of Pan Senguang, "the humble ants are really boring."
"Damn." The young monks below were all eyes flushed, their fists soaked in blood, and their bodies shivered.
"If the Eucharist is still there, if the dusty night is still, why are my heavens so weak." The older generation sighed helplessly.
It is difficult to hide the sadness. The elders of the heavens are absolutely suppressed. Even the talents of the heavens cannot afford to look up.
"The ants, the low-quality ants." The nine snake princes laughed and laughed recklessly. The people who were locked in the copper pillars were smashed one by one, and the wailing sound was very harsh.