Chapter 4189: Self-blame

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Xiao Ye's body and source have already reached the limit of the median nirvana. Once the time road is revealed, he can break through the shackles and compete with the superior nirvana.
Under the huge time advantage, he has studied the top three of the Eastern Mongolian Confucianism in succession, and has studied thoroughly, and has many tricks.
It can be said.
Now as long as Xiao Ye comprehends the five chaotic avenues and breaks into the ninth level, the breakthrough of the realm will naturally come true.
Otherwise, Xiao Ye wouldn't be so impatient. In the experience of dominating the god's dome, he made an impact.
Wow!
The blood in Xiao Ye's body flushed his body over and over again, and his infinite potential was being released, which evolved various chaotic wonders and filled the sixth floor of the Tower of Time.
This is not like a descendant of an ancient at all.
More like countless, descendants of dharma gods and air gods who are naturally close to Chaos Heavenly Dao came, trying their best to release their blood lineage, causing chaos between heaven and earth.
At the same time, the phantoms of the four major creatures of Fan, Spirit, Holy, and God emerge in turns, and the central Xiao Ye will be set against the spotless, illuminating the world as if it were a true of the world, and the majesty should not be offended.
Look carefully.
The number of five kinds of chaotic avenues winding around Xiao Ye's body is also rapidly increasing.
Ninety two thousand!
Ninety three hundred thousand!
...
The avenue breath that broke out in Xiao Ye's body was ascending in a very intuitive way, approaching the ninth level and approaching rapidly.
The light of the vast avenue is blooming, one after another, drowning Xiao Ye's figure and becoming blurred.
When Xiao Ye closed the gate and broke through.
The edge area that dominates the God's Dome is also a wind and crane.
The Nirvana, the upper class of all congenital gods and spirits, has come to the end of this experience, leaving only the last 100,000 years.
The time limit is coming.
Nirvana gods on all roads have almost achieved good results. They either stopped satisfying the status quo or started to conquer each other in order to settle the old accounts.
The skyrocketing flames of fire are burning everywhere in the marginal area.
Whoo!
At this moment, there is a thick hair covering body, strong limbs of the creature, fluttering towards the front, he panicked, and because of poor condition, coughing up blood constantly, a purple light sprinkled along the way.
"How can I die here?"
His face was pale, his eyes revealed his longing for life.
boom!
At this moment, the stable space is turbulent, and behind Ba Cang, the world and the world meet.
I saw a large rune exuding chaotic light, chasing after it, there was a terrible way of light, crisscrossing the light, so that the stable space was cracked and rushed forward.
Boom!
Pa Cang stopped to stop and hurriedly fought, but was defeated. He was spitting blood and flew out.
"Ba Cang."
"Now the other Nirvana gods of your ancient gods and clan groups are too busy to care for themselves. Where do you think you can escape?"
A tall figure hidden in the clouds and fog is chasing from the air, raising his hands and throwing all his hands triggers the chaos of heaven and heaven, and he is a descendant of the dharma god.
"Damn, this Emperor III, if he had relied on practicing more than 2,000 Permian, how could he suppress me?"
Ba Cang wobbled up, his eyes angry, but he was weak.
It was like Hong Zhi speculated that year.
With Xiao Ye not showing up for many years, it seemed that the rumours were completely settled and disappeared.
The deterrence of the super beast candlelight no longer exists.
The nirvana gods of all parties were eager to move again.
In these years, more and more powerful people, holding high the banner, want to take advantage of the situation to pass on their ancient gods in one sweep.
Although the figures at the level of God's Son did not participate in person, they also pushed behind.
The true legend of the ancient who had been acting together was washed away.
In the chaos, he was also stared at by a dharma deity's true legend "Emperor Three", and he fled to this point, but he still did not escape and was caught up by the other party.
"You would pick a place, but you fled here. Do you think that the arrogant guy can still be resurrected, and then help you escape?"
Emperor San stepped into the air step by step and glanced at the small chaotic world not far away, with a trace of abuse in his eyes.
Ba Cang slightly stunned, looked in the other party's line of sight, can not help but smiled bitterly.
Unconsciously, he came unconsciously and came near, the small chaotic world where Xiao Ye died.
"Since that is the case, then I am kind to let you be buried in one place!"
At this moment, Emperor San's voice became cold.
He came across the sky, and there were four Orthodox fluctuations on his body, conquering, and suppressing towards Ba Cang.
"Get out of here!"
Ba Cang roared and fought to the best of his ability.
The ancient lineage is unique, but Ba Cang's years of practice are far worse than the other party, plus the wounds have not healed, and they are exhausted. After a battle with the other party, they quickly fall into the disadvantage.
With a loud noise, Ba Cang snorted again, hair flying, his body split in half, flesh and blood smashed into a nearby plane, dust flying.
Boom!
The remnant of Ba Cang has not been reshaped yet, and a terrifying divine power has fallen from the sky.
At the same time, with the rumbling sound, a light of destruction rose.
This is a kind of trick that evolved from Dharma Shinto, and it is extremely terrifying, covering this plane, like the hand of God, covering Ba Cang underneath.
"Unstoppable!"
Ba Cang struggled violently and found himself exhausted, like the end of a crossbow.
"It’s okay to die here. Let’s thank Brother Xiao Ye for sins..."
A bit of bitterness appeared on Ba Cang's face, and he looked away, the small chaotic world.
When Xiao Ye's bad news came, he was so painful that he couldn't restrain himself. He hated that he hadn't followed up to stop it, and he has been immersed in self-blame all these years.
In the turmoil of Ba Cang's thoughts, the light of destruction has fallen, but there is no pain.
"I am still alive?"
Ba Cang froze, looked up, and found a vague figure covered with traces of the avenue, standing in the field like a carrier of the avenue, mysterious.
The opponent rushed out of the depth of this plane, shot at a critical moment, and penetrated the piece of destruction.
"This is a sixth-level Zhenhao chaotic body, and it is still in the later stage!"
In the high sky, the God of God really passed on Emperor III, and his expression became dignified. He quickly said loudly, "Dare to ask who is the master who is shooting?"
It is too difficult to build a 6th-level Zhenhao chaotic body. It is necessary to collect tens of millions of chaotic treasures, even he did not do it.
And in the reincarnation ban, only those who have cultivated, the long years of high nirvana, have been cultivated, he naturally dare not carelessly.
"This breath of Zhenhao Chaos... very familiar!"
At this time, Ba Cang's eyes, but stared at the vague figure, feeling it carefully, suddenly exclaimed in silence, "Brother Xiao Ye!"
"Xiao Ye?"
As soon as the words came out, it seemed like thunder struck, leaving Emperor San's body stiff and his face changed greatly.
(The second one is coming!)