Chapter 1488 It’s just spring, autumn and winter, the sun rises and the moon sets

The strong wind is like killing, and the sound of rushing.

A terrifying storm in the sky, and the fire seemed to burn the sky.

The lightning flashed four times, and the thunder made a great sound, as if it was about to swallow the sky and the sun.

Emperor Ye Tian stood in the Sky Cloud Hall, known as the Realm of Everything, with deep meaning in his eyes and looking into the distance.

In a moment.

He stretched out his right hand, and the vortex of his palm rotated rapidly like a nebula.

The advanced version of the Thousand-Section God Scroll was placed in his hands.

Emperor Ye Tian opened the scroll and recorded the scene of the battle between the Dragon and Phoenix Formation of the North City, Tai Chu Yue and Luoyu Elder Shangguan Ziyun.

Even through the Qianxing Divine Scroll, he could feel the majestic murderous aura and his ambition in the girl's sword!

Emperor Ye Tian smiled.

The first time I saw this child, I was playing chess with Wu Zu.

Unexpectedly, he left Ling Tian and came back, and he was already a young hero in Beizhou and blessed by the glory of the world.

“It’s very difficult to walk the way…”

Emperor Ye Tian looked at the outline of the girl's figure above the Qianxing Divine Scroll and whispered to himself.

The road to martial arts has never been smooth sailing.

Behind the glamorousness, there must be pain that has been accumulated through hardships and consolidation.

"Emperor of Heaven, Young Master Xie is here."

A man in black turned over cleanly and knelt on one knee.

Emperor Ye Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Thousand-Straight Divine Scrolls gathered together and returned to the center of the palm.

He put away the Qianxing Divine Scroll properly, lowered his eyes and looked at the black-clothed guard: "Didn't he be confined to the Heavenly Emperor Palace? What did you do?"

"Report to the Emperor of Heaven, Mr. Wuxie hurt himself again. He cut his wrist tendons and veins to threaten him. We dare not not open the door of confinement." The guard whispered.

Emperor Ye Tian's eyes and mood almost sank in an instant.

His son is too gloomy.

This has been the case since childhood.

Even Emperor Ye Tian forgot.

I don’t know when it started, but this child often hurts himself.

When Ye Wuxie was eight years old, he pushed open the door and walked in. The young child was even more evil than the beauty, but his eyes were as gloomy as if his heart was under his skin had already rotted.

At that time, Ye Wuxie scratched himself all over his body, with the sharp scar and dazzling bright red impacting Emperor Ye Tian's mind.

Emperor Ye Tiandi heard from the doctor that this is a disease that comes from the mind, a disease that cannot be cured.

"How is Xie'er's injury?" asked Emperor Ye Tian.

"The blood has stopped." The guard replied: "Young Master Xie is extremely disgusted with the realm of everything. This time he came to the realm of everything, maybe it was a purpose."

"The crowning of the glory of the realm of everything is a respect for heroes, and a sacred that cannot be blasphemed. He wants to destroy it."

Emperor Ye Tian sighed in a low voice and waved his hand gently: "Go down."

"Yes--" The guard in black clasped his fists and stood up and left.

Emperor Ye Tian turned around and looked at the silent palace in the clouds. After a long time of silence, he took out the spiritual butterfly to send a message: Pay close attention to the movements of the evil ones and don’t hurt the innocent.

He looked down at the vast earth through the storm of fire and storm of wind and lightning again, and then returned to the realm of the world and began to prepare for the glory of the young heroes.

Time passes by like a flash of time.

Half a day later, the colorful lights, like sharp swords, passed through the storm gathering place, as if they were reborn in Nirvana in the fire.

Suddenly, Chu Yue and his group stopped in the Cloud Hall in the Sky.

Chu Yue stood on the edge of the Cloud Hall, and the strong wind whistled by, the nine-level clouds were beside him, and the scorching sunlight in the sky was smudged between his forehead, as if within reach.

"General Ye, here is the Cloud Palace in the Sky, and it is also the realm of all things. Lingtian and all things are included here. This is Lingtian's backbone, the foundation of martial arts, and the guardian saint at the top of martial arts."

The guard nodded and introduced carefully: "Every ten years, talents who can reach the top of martial arts must be selected. It can be said that if a warrior wants to go to the top of martial arts, he must go to the top of martial arts."

Chu Yue raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance.

It feels different to look at the sky from the realm of the world, Beizhou, the vassal states, etc.

On the plain, spring is nothing more than spring coming and autumn coming, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Sometimes it is a sunny day, sometimes it is rainy and rainy.

It may be breeze ten miles or heavy snow.

But standing in the wind of the cloud palace in the sky, the sky where you look at it is completely different.

At the end of the sky, the ice frozen into beautiful ice crystals.

Ice crystals cover a huge martial arts stone tablet.

The storms, fire, lightning, thunder and corpses of birds around the realm of the world all originate from the top of martial arts.

Xiao Li stopped beside Chu Yue and looked at the beautiful ice crystals condensed by the frost together.

The glow shines on the ice crystals, reflecting brilliant light.

It is like a corridor leading to a mysterious place, and it is also like a unique ancient tomb.

There are hundreds of sculptures sitting cross-legged in the air.

Xiao Li said: "The Martial Arts Top is what warriors yearn for the most, but the real situation of the Martial Arts Top doesn't seem to be that warm."

Tu Weiwei whispered: "Ninety thousand years ago, in the battle of the void, the Ghost Emperor used his body to seal it, but the void land still stole our light."

From then on, the Imperial Realm Continent lost the sun and light and fell into a life-long dark age.

The human race is different from the beast race. Without light and warmth, it cannot withstand this long world.

Leng Qingshuang covered the wound on her abdomen, and the sky reflected in her eyes: "The Ghost Emperor and the Sword Emperor are feelings that transcend the secular world. The Ghost Emperor just wants to die, sealed the Sword Emperor's heart vein with the snow spirit pill, causing the Sword Emperor to sleep for three years. The Sword Emperor woke up again and was in a dark period of lightlessness. He learned that the Ghost Emperor would never return, and he was completely lost. He turned his head overnight. He used his martial arts cultivation, his body, soul, and his soul, and turned into light, illuminating the ice crystals, making the Emperor's realm bright again, but the Emperor's realm lost the Ghost Emperor and the Emperor's realm forever."

Ninety thousand years ago was a cruel era, but it was also romantic.

The Ghost Emperor Sword Emperor, with one sword and one sword, galloping through ghosts and monsters.

They came from different places, but for the sake of their common wishes, they tore up their lives.
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