The vast altar.

In the central place, a withered body, rotten and imprinted with the traces of time, is obviously the old man who has been dead for a long time.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were looking at it, and no one acted rashly.

Airplanes!

At this moment, the decaying body of the old man of the desolate sky had a buzzing sound, and then exploded with a bang, and a vicissitudes of ancient breath was permeating.

A flower withers and a peanut!

At this time, the old man turned to ashes, and where he was sitting, a pitch-black flower bloomed, like a lotus born from the void of heaven and earth, swaying with the taste of vicissitudes.

Crystal simple, brilliance and restrained.

And, at this moment, the voice of vicissitudes resounded in this world.

Flowers bloom for years, and the world is born without a trace!

Flower of time!

The crowd exclaimed, looking at the swaying lotus, exclaimed, this is the old man of the desolate sky, and finally turned into the Tao, turning the law of his life's understanding into the flower of time, giving the final creation to future generations.

The Flower of Time.

The flowers bloom endlessly, but in an instant, the flowers of the years cover the entire top of the altar.

Looking at the years, the flowers without traces, everyone has a chance!

Suddenly, a voice resounded in everyone's minds, obviously, this is the last words of the old man in the wilderness, everyone who comes here, everyone has the opportunity to understand, but in the end, who can understand, each depends on his ability.

It's a fair opportunity, and it's available to everyone.

Then, everyone saw that on the flower of the years, there seemed to be a figure of vicissitudes, looking at the warriors who appeared here, showing a vicissitudes of life.

It's gratification, it's comfort.

It was as if there was some regret.

Mixed emotions, diffuse.

Airplanes!

A terrifying vicissitudes of power swept over, and the surrounding warriors suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, trembling a little, and breathing became difficult.

On the flowers of these years, the illusory shadow of the vicissitudes of life, but back then, with the strength of the Nine Tribulations of Reincarnation, it was an existence that could slaughter the saints, even if it fell for endless years, and today, even if it was a trace of phantom, it was extremely powerful, but the existence of that remnant soul was also an oppressive heart trembling.

It's really not, an ancient desolate saint.

This is the strength of the ancient powerhouse, countless Tianjiao everywhere, awe-inspiring it, too strong and terrifying, a trace of charm, so that they dare not look at it, this is the real powerhouse, through the heavens and the earth.

Looking at the shadow of nothingness, Ye Feng's eyes burned with blazing heat, this is what he is pursuing, proud of the universe, his gaze pierces the heavens and the earth, in his eyes, lawless!

Looking at this heaven and earth, the power of the years on Ye Feng's body surged unconsciously, but it was instantly extinguished, his power was here, as if it had never existed, in the face of the ancient desolate old man, he was small and terrifying, if the other party was still alive, it would be easy to kill him.

Suddenly, all the martial artists here exhaled deeply, and they knew that as long as they stepped here, everyone would have the opportunity to comprehend the power of this barren time.

Immediately, those warriors all sat cross-legged abruptly, closed their eyes, and quietly began to comprehend the power of these years.

Whereas. The same was true for the four of Ye Feng, who sat on the ground and began their journey to enlightenment.

Airplanes!

Ye Feng sat cross-legged, his divine sense came out, the power of the years flowed, his body trembled, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity appeared.

Although it is a phantom, but it is the flower of the years, and the creation of future generations, of course, he also has his innate choice, this choice lies in talent, of course, but also in your understanding of the power of time.

On the altar, the flowers of the years were swaying, flickering with brilliance, as if they would change, and at this moment, Ye Feng entered another world.

It's a whole new world.

Endless starry sky, ancient earth, an old man of vicissitudes, in a vast battlefield, facing thousands of races, unleashed his ultimate power.

This old man, he is extremely ordinary, there is nothing peculiar, but when he releases his power, he seems to have become another person, whether it is Shen Yun or in his eyes, it is revealing a twilight power, twilight at the same time, at the same time, there is a kind of domination of the universe, proud of the world.

The world, he didn't put it in his eyes.

Baizu, he is also fearless!

The vicissitudes of life, the eye of the twilight years, can be reversed and chaotic, under the whole world, I am the only one!

If people offend me, bury sentient beings, if the sky offends me, I will let this day be a twilight of vicissitudes!

Hundreds of tribes will be bled and killed!

Years, barren!

Ye Feng's pupils shrank, looking at the vicissitudes of the earth, under this glance, the years passed, the vitality was desolate, ignoring the world and the world, arrogant to the hundred races, the gloomy years, to trample the heaven and the earth, to destroy the hundred races!

The old man of the years, the saint of the wilderness!

One thought can subvert the sky, and one eye can kill all races!

Ye Feng's heart trembled, for some reason, his heart fluctuated, looking at the power released by the old man in those years, his heart was burning.

Looking at the hundreds of races, under these years, turned into ashes, among them there are strong people of all races, among which there are some, powerful reincarnation saints.

However, when the old man burned his power of years, heaven and earth, sentient beings, all races, and saints could not hold up the power of years, and one by one they went to the end of the years, the end of life, and dissipated the heaven and earth.

Even if this vast world has turned into a sea, vast and endless, and the old man, with a sigh, some regrets, some sighs, as if the power he released is not something he can bear, after all, he has not really stepped into the realm of reincarnation.

Although he can slaughter the saint, when this power is released, he himself is also walking towards the end of his life.

Eventually, his body turned into an altar, and on top of this altar, a dark and deep flower sprouted, growing, and forming!

It is as if a person's life is full of impermanence and alternating life.

At this moment, Ye Feng sighed in his heart, this is the power of the old man of the desolate sky, which is extremely terrifying.

Ye Feng's body, the power of the years is constantly intertwined, deep and dazzling, revealing terrifying power, his body, sometimes exuding the power of vicissitudes of life, sometimes as if returning to a teenager, revealing surging vitality.

At this moment, Ye Feng's body underwent an astonishing change.

This kind of change, Ye Feng himself doesn't know, time, life and death, reincarnation, in a sense, this essence is related.

In my mind, the scene of the old man is constantly evolving, the years, life and death, reincarnation, can be blended, when they are connected, the combat power can reach the sky.

At this time, Ye Feng had a bold idea in his mind, life, death, and reincarnation, just like people's past, present, and future.

(End of chapter)