Tracing back to the year 926 of the 2019 era, spring, the reckless desolate realm of the upper three realms, and the heavenly desolate cliff.

"Why?" Emperor Yuan was pierced through the heart by a sword, and frantically attacked the purple-clothed elegant young man in front of him, "I regard you as a brother, but you secretly attacked me, why, tell me the reason." ”

Emperor Yuan urged the Zhuxian Sword to block the three emperors of destruction, doomsday, and desirelessness, and he bombarded Luo Shenbing with his fist alone.

The purple-clothed young man flashed flexibly, and chuckled: "Destiny is like this, your life is over." ”

The melodious flute sounded, poignant and terrifying, the gods and demons of the heavens appeared, chaotic people's heartstrings, and the red-clothed young man held the blue flute, sending a funeral song to Emperor Yuan.

Under the rain of blood, whether it was the righteous path, the evil path, or the demonic path, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Emperor Yuan is finally dead, and the Zhuxian Sword is also broken, will we be too peaceful in the future. ”

"Yes, the source of the prophesied calamity is now destroyed, and we are about to usher in peace and prosperity. ”

“......”

"We won, we don't have to live in fear anymore, we can finally enjoy life. ”

The Immortal Demon Sword broke, and the hanging sword above his head disappeared. ”

"Die well, Emperor Yuan died well. ”

Tracing back to the year 2019 in 926, winter, the gods of the upper three realms, guarding the Great Wall.

"Poof~" The old man sitting cross-legged on the Great Wall suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood on his back, and the whole person's breath was chaotic.

A guard was quick to see and hurriedly hugged the old man, worrying: "Lord Tianji, how is the calculation?" ”

"The omen of great evil, ten deaths and no life, tracing back to the mainland, there is no life. After saying that, the old man fell to the ground, and the seven orifices bled and lost their lives.

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Tracing back to the year 526 of the 2019 era, winter, the red dust realm of the lower three realms, and the snowy region of the extreme north.

"I'm reborn?"

Yuanchen turned over and jumped up from the ground, but because he didn't adapt to the sudden shrinking body, he stumbled and almost fell over again.

"I, the dignified Emperor of the Source and the Master of the Immortal Sword, would die so aggrieved. ”

"Luo Shenbing, I regard you as my best brother, but I didn't expect that you would unite to destroy the Emperor, the Doomsday Emperor, and the Desireless Emperor. ”

What made Yuanchen even more unexpected was that he was obviously protecting Luo Shen Bing, the Great Luoshen, but this Emperor Luoshen, who called himself a brother and brother, actually attacked him with a sword of heart, and he was even more ruthless with a sword.

In the end, under the combined attack of the four emperors, the source dust hated the desolate cliff.

A generation of peerless Tianjiao has scattered its souls, leaving no trace of vitality.

Yuan Chen glanced around, found himself in a dark corridor, and after a little thought, he remembered that when he was twelve years old, he once fell into a tomb because of the search for the Snow God Flower, and was in a coma for a whole month.

If it weren't for Shui Liuhua's discovery of the unconscious source dust in the Yongdao at that time, I am afraid that the source dust would have died silently, let alone future achievements.

The setting sun shines through the hole in the top of the dark corridor, shedding the last bit of light.

Yuanchen's heart chuckled, there has always been such an old saying in the snowy regions of the far north.

"If you ask when the snow is cold, the night snow tide is white and desolate. ”

Yuanchen has lived in the snowy regions of the extreme north for five years, and has long known that the snowy regions are cold when there is no light.

Yuan Chen didn't hesitate anymore, and walked straight down the road towards the darkness.

In his memory, Yuan Chen had never been here, so he was very cautious, for fear of stepping on the trap and going to Huangquan again.

"People who have died once are usually afraid of death, and this is just a normal reaction for me. ”

Yuan Chen comforted himself, he was dignified Emperor Yuan, if his brothers before his rebirth saw his current appearance, I am afraid that they would laugh off their big teeth one by one.

As Yuan Chen moved step by step, the hole behind him suddenly roared angrily, and the ruthless wind and snow mixed with the cold ice rushed into the corridor with the cold tide, sweeping the dark corridor and the thinly clothed boy.

"You are new to Snow Village, but you still have to follow the rules of your village: no gambling, no smoking, no traveling, no drinking, no greed, no night travel. ”

When Bai Yongyi, the head of Snow Village, first saw Yuan Chen, who was only seven years old, he decided that this son was a scourge, and some things must be strict.

Fortunately, thanks to the earnest teaching and strict supervision of the village chief, otherwise Yuanchen would have turned the snow village beyond recognition.

Tonight's cold wave is unprecedentedly large, and the cold snap that pours into the tunnel gradually covers the stone walls of the corridor with ice, and the temperature of the corridor drops sharply.

Yuan Chen was walking leisurely, when he suddenly sneezed, he shrunk his shirt, and looked back suspiciously.

I saw that the ice was advancing at a very fast speed, and nothing was sealed.

Yuan Chen's immature face suddenly flushed, and he couldn't help but want to burst into foul language.

"I'm just reborn, it's going to kill my rhythm. ”

The source dust ran wildly, and no longer cared about the identity.

In the face of life, you must always leave some burden and flee lightly.

Although the speed of Yuan Chen is fast, he still moves forward according to a law, fortunately, Yuan Chen, as the Source Emperor, has always learned the method of breaking the formation.

As if joking, the speed of ice cover has doubled, and he is about to swallow the villain who fled in front of him.

Yuanchen was already sweating profusely at this time, and the bones all over his body made a clicking sound, and a feeling of soreness spread from his calves to Yuanchen's whole body.

The soreness gradually turned into numbness, and Yuan Chen only felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, and his eyelids began to fight.

From the source dust cliff wall stepping into the air and falling into the coma of the tomb corridor, to the source dust being reborn and sober, and then to running for his life, it seems to be a long time, but in fact, only ten minutes have passed.

The twelve-year-old little body is overloaded with fate, and the iron body will also be scrapped.

Just when Yuan Chen was about to lose his strength, two blood-red stone doors appeared on the left and right of the corridor in front of him.

One is ajar and the other is closed.

"Heaven will not kill me. ”

Without hesitation, Yuanchen entered the half-open door and closed the door casually.

The cold snap was raging, and the two big red doors were frozen in ice.

Yuanchen breathed a long sigh of relief, and his body lay down softly leaning against the big red door, feeling weak.

"I think that back then, I was chased and killed by the Ancient Source Beast for thousands of miles, searched by Yanzun for thousands of miles, and was even recorded in the book of life and death by the Lord of the Underworld......" Yuan Chen shook his drowsy head, "Even so, I was also able to deal with it with ease, and in the end, I not only escaped, but also made a lot of money." ”

"It's a big loss now, and if I can't find something good, I won't go out. Yuanchen muttered to himself, his little face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

Suddenly, a refreshing aroma spreads.

A strong sense of sleepiness hit at the same time, and Yuan Chen endured the sharp pain of falling and injured his calf, gritted his teeth and stood up again, slowly moving in the direction where the fragrance wafted from.

After entering the blood-red gate, there is a winding road, some of the stone walls of the road are made of blood god stones, the blood god stone is the foreign demon blood demon clan god realm above the cultivation of blood, roughly looking, there are at least one hundred and twenty pieces, and the source dust of the sight is drooling.

After years of baptism, the Blood God Stone has merged with the surrounding stones, indistinguishing each other.

No matter how hard you try, you can't take it off.

And the night pearls that drive away the darkness here have already been carefully picked off by the source dust one by one, and then carefully put them under their clothes to ensure that they are kept closely.

After turning nine corners, Yuan Chen's eyes suddenly widened, and he entered a secret room.

Yuan Chen's eyes immediately froze, staring at the back of the figure sitting in the middle of the secret room.

There was a surge of spiritual energy around the other party, obviously he was cultivating, but his aura was blood-red, as if he was practicing the forbidden art of the evil way.

What Yuan Chen hated most in his life was the evil cultivators, and the Emperor of Destruction, the Emperor of Doom, and the Emperor of Desirelessness who besieged him were veritable evil cultivators.

The secret room is very large, and there is indeed a circular cultivation platform with a radius of one meter in the middle of the secret room, and around it is a circular pool with a radius of twenty-five meters.

There was a white lotus growing on the pool, and the fragrance that Yuan Chen smelled before was emitted by the white lotus.

"Taste my pearl of the night!"

Yuan Chen's leg was injured, but his arm was still intact, and the Night Pearl with a bright light smashed like a meteor towards the cult disciple who was cultivating with his back to Yuan Chen.

Click!

Night Mingzhu seemed to have hit a wall of qi one meter away from the cult disciples, and he was not allowed to enter an inch.

"Transformation outside the body, dining spirit realm!"

Yuanchen's eyes bulged, but his subordinates were not idle.

One after another, the night pearls were like meteors catching the moon, chasing the heads of the evil cultivators one after another.

In fact, the first Night Pearl had already left a crack on the incarnation outside the body of the evil cultivator, and the reason why it didn't wake up, Yuan Chen had roughly guessed it.

"This guy must be in the middle of a retreat, God help me. ”

The second night pearl, there is a crack in the transformation outside the body.

The third pearl of the night, the crack grows larger...

......

The tenth pearl of the night, shattered outside the body!

......

The fifteenth night pearl, the head of the cult disciple broke blood, he was forced to interrupt the retreat, spat blood, and looked back to see who had attacked him.

The sixteenth night pearl, the cult disciple fell into a coma.

Yuan Chen looked at the remaining five shimmering Night Pearls in his hand in surprise, he really didn't expect that a mere Night Pearl would be able to smash the Dining Spirit Realm cultivator.

Therefore, in order to prevent the cult disciples from waking up, the remaining five night pearls were also beckoned by Yuan Chen.

Hearing the five pops, the cult disciples didn't react, and Yuan Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

He took a few steps forward excitedly, but unexpectedly, his calves went limp, and he slipped into the circular pool.

In that pool, there was a golden and silver shimmer.

Yuan Chen exclaimed: "Lock the Immortal Ring!"