This....... Ye Chen trembled suddenly, and his face turned pale.

"Which one. The old man looked at the king of men and asked tentatively.

"The first god general. The king of men replied, sighing vigorously.

His words made the atmosphere instantly depressed, a layer of haze, caged the state of mind, the misfortune came too abruptly, caught off guard, a quasi-emperor, just like this, the first god general under the throne of Emperor Xianwu, once fought the world with the emperor, and made great achievements, but now, it is the dust of history.

"It's really a bad year!" the old man shook his head in embarrassment.

These years, he practiced with the king of people, and he would always hear about the burial of people who should rob people, and for forty years, Da Chu should rob the quasi-emperor, and there were no less than dozens of emperors who fell, and they died, and they didn't know who their predecessors were.

Suddenly, a sense of guilt flooded Ye Chen's heart.

This rush of calamity, in the final analysis, he has an unshirkable responsibility, and the blood inheritance limit appeared at the same time, causing this catastrophe, and more than eighty percent of the quasi-emperor level were passively responding to the calamity.

Today, it has only been forty years, but there are countless quasi-emperors of the heavens who can be buried, a calamity, the peak combat power of the heavens, has suffered a terrible blow, and it is irreparable.

No one knows, how many people will be buried in the catastrophe, this catastrophe, full of sadness, bloody, people can't help but tremble, the world is too cruel, the sky is too cold-blooded, the journey against the sky, paved with the blood and bones of living beings, anyone may fall on the road.

The night was terrible, the silence was terrible, the three of them were silent, and even the obscene old man also received the collector's edition, and it was difficult to hide the sadness in his eyes.

This time, what the three of them drank was no longer ancient tea, but strong wine, which was extremely bitter and bitter to the point that it was difficult to swallow.

As it approached dawn, the streets began to see more and more pedestrians.

On a new day, the ancient city can be described as vibrant, all walks of life are full of energy, restaurants, stalls, and acrobatic jugglers are all soliciting guests, shouting constantly, and it is very lively, all kinds of mortals, playing various roles in the hustle and bustle, playing the warmth and coldness of the world, and outlining the mortal world.

Now, the old man's tea stall has become extremely inconspicuous.

However, the people passing by will often turn their heads sideways and glance at this side with strange expressions, especially Ye Chen and Renwang, wearing cloaks and cloaks, without showing their true faces, so that passers-by can't help but step forward and unveil the mystery.

Soon, guests came to the tea stall, and the old man got up to boil tea with warm water.

Ye Chen collected his sad thoughts, and only quietly looked at the old man who sold tea, he was obviously a generation of powerhouses, the supreme quasi-emperor, but he was selling tea in the mortal world, and he was not angry at all at all at the urging and cursing of tea customers, just greeted him with a smile, as if he was an ordinary old man selling tea in this mortal world.

Ye Chen began to understand that the intention of the human king was not to take the word Dunjia Tianzi, but to let him see how this old man had entered the mortal world to cultivate.

Although the mortal world is not comparable to the monk world, although there is no dreamy fairyland, there is one thing that the monk world can never compare, that is, the ordinariness of the origin, and the monk cannot imitate it.

"Old man, a bowl of tea. When Ye Chen pondered, a voice sounded, cold and indifferent, without emotion.

His thoughts were interrupted, and Ye Chen subconsciously turned his head sideways and looked to the side.

On the tea table next to it, a new guest came, also wearing a cloak, his body was weak, but he was a handsome scumbag, or rather, a woman dressed as a man, her face was peerless, dressed up in men's clothes, and she was also handsome out of the sky, which was perfect.

She was supposed to be a swordsman, well, more accurately, an assassin, restrained, cold to the bone, her eyes as indifferent as ice, and her cheeks were not the slightest hint of human emotion.

When Ye Chen saw it, she just sat down, put the sword on the table, and only drank tea quietly, maybe her temperament was too cold, so that the people who came to drink tea subconsciously kept a distance from her, master, this is a martial arts master.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, and deliberately pulled the cloak down.

It's no wonder that he is like this, just because this woman dressed as a man is a person who should be robbed, and she is still the emperor of his Great Chu: the Moon Emperor.

Looking at the human king again, he also made the same action, pulling the cloak down, as if he also knew that this woman was the Moon Emperor.

Although the two of them were embarrassed, they were not too shocked, along the way of practice, they saw too many robbers, all kinds of roles, there were monks and mortals, there were spirit grass and demon beasts.

In this way, the Moon Emperor should be robbed into an assassin, compared to those quasi-emperors who should be robbed into spirit grass and demon beasts, it is normal.

"Her character is very weak. The king of men spoke slowly.

"Are you saying that the Moon Emperor's predecessors are likely to not be able to cross the hurdle of the calamity?" Ye Chen's body tensed, staring at the Human King tightly.

"Anyone who should be robbed may be buried in the disaster. The king of people said lightly, "Whether it is a blessing or a curse, it depends on creation." ”

Ye Chen was silent, his question was a little too brain-dead, he should rob the world, the king of people has said it thousands of times along the way, whether he can pass the test smoothly depends on creation.

It is true that the king of people can use the power of creation to reverse the calamity of the robbery, but it will definitely cause more accidents, after all, the king of people, Fuxi, is not the king of creation, and this field is not his specialty.

"What's the matter, it's still dark. When the two secretly transmitted their voices, I don't know which one it was, and they shouted in surprise.

Indeed, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sky was clear, and it was dark, and among the rolling dark clouds, there were lightning and thunder, like signs before rain, and like a monk's catastrophe.

Because of this change, there was a commotion in the ancient city, both pedestrians and stall owners, raised their heads, even the people in the restaurant ran out, and the people on the second floor opened the windows to look up.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a purple-haired young man manifested and came to the sky, his eyes were scarlet, his robe was hunting, and he was a monk of the Emperor Realm.

"It's another robbery. Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see that it was a quasi-emperor who should be robbed, or a quasi-emperor of the flood wilderness.

"Immortals?" muttered the mortals in the city, looking stunned, they could step into the void, wasn't it the legendary gods?

However, before they could crawl on the ground, a powerful coercion descended from the sky, enveloping this ancient city, and the mortals in the city, whether standing or sitting, were all pressed to the point of immobility, naturally, excluding Ye Chen and them.

"It's best to use your blood to refine my magic weapon. The purple-haired young man smiled faintly, her eyes flashed, and her words were full of an irresistible magic, she was like a king, standing in the nine skies, overlooking the ants, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and her expression was playful and playful.

Immediately, I saw that in the center of his eyebrows, a ray of blood light shot out, turning into a pagoda, the whole body was full of silver radiance, overflowing with bright fairy energy, each wisp was extremely heavy, making the sky tremble.

Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes were cold, as a holy king, he knew that the purple-haired young man wanted to swallow all mortals into the tower and dissolve them, this is an evil method of refining weapons, using the blood of living beings to refine their own natal magic weapons, what he wants is the resentment of living beings, this kind of refining method, he has seen too much.

"Don't meddle. Seeing that Ye Chen wanted to make a move, the king of people said.

"If she doesn't intervene, the Moon Emperor's predecessor will not be able to escape this fate. Ye Chen said, and glanced at the Moon Emperor, her face was also pale, the corners of her mouth were bleeding, in the mortal world, although she was a martial arts master, but in front of the monks, she was far from enough, an emperor realm, a palm enough to make her die countless times.

"Rest assured, someone will take care of it. The king of people said lightly, still drinking quietly, and the misfortune of mortals was as if he had not seen it.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a big hand suddenly manifest.

The purple-haired young man who was in the void sky was just about to move the Divine Tower to devour the living beings, when he bumped into the big hand head-on, and suddenly changed color, and wanted to escape, but it was too late, the big hand was too coercive to move, let alone escape.

In just an instant, he was wiped into nothingness by a palm, and even the screams were saved, and his natal god tower was also blown up.

Until he died, he was depressed, so many mortal Gu Xing, he just picked this place, but he didn't think about it, in this city, there are great supernatural powers, and if he was careless, he lost his life.

Because of his death, this dark world is bright again.

In the city, the imprisoned mortals also resumed their movements, and without saying a word, they collapsed in large swaths, all sweating, pale, and panting.

At that moment, they only felt cold, as if they had been dragged into hell, and it was not difficult to guess that there were other immortals who came to the rescue, otherwise, they would have already gone to the Huangquan Road.

It's just that they are mortal with the naked eye, so naturally they don't know who saved them.

Mortals don't know, it doesn't mean that Ye Chen doesn't know, he is really watching, it is the old man who sells tea who makes the shot, one palm is very casual, and an imperial realm, in his eyes, is far from enough.

"He interfered like this, wouldn't he disturb the calamity?" Ye Chen asked.

And he did not know that it was the one who should be robbed. The king of people said leisurely.

"How could I not know. Ye Chen was puzzled, "I can see that he is a quasi-emperor-level, will he not be able to see it?"

"My eyes are almost gone, let alone him. The king of people couldn't help laughing, "Although this old guy's combat power is not weak, but his vision is far behind, in a certain sense, he is not as good as you, since he doesn't know, he is fine, as the saying goes, those who don't know are not guilty, in this case, it will not disturb the robbery, and you and I, it is another matter, I know that it is the robbery, but also to interfere in vain, this is deliberate, the nature of the two is different." ”

"I see. Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief, he had no mercy on the death of the Quasi-Emperor of the Honghuang Wilderness, if the Honghuang clan knew, most of them would be very distressed, and a peak quasi-emperor was destroyed.

On the side, the Moon Emperor got up, left two copper coins on the table, and staggered away, not entering the crowd, his back was gloomy.

Ye Chen watched her leave, and he couldn't bear it, and the kings of the people said that her life was weak and she was likely to be buried in the calamity.

Perhaps, this time, it will be the last time they will meet, if they really fall in the catastrophe, how sad Qianyanyue should be.