Time flies, years pass, in the blink of an eye, millions of years fly by, Mu Bai is in a trance, he seems to have spent eternity, returned to the mysterious imperial era, and saw the former World War.

The gods are grass mustard, and the gods are all bleeding, this kind of scene shocked Mu Bai.

The sea of blood is boundless, the grass and trees here are withered and cannot grow, and the battlefield of this place has left behind a piece of blood of the gods, which will never dry up, and the fallen gods, immortal in the flesh, piled up into a high mountain.

A few times later, the region in Mu Bai's eyes once broke out a terrifying war, it was the most desperate place, countless gods fell here, and there were emperors in this blood-stained sky, which was the most terrible battlefield.

"Where the hell will it be in the universe? The sea of blood will not dry up, the stone mountain will not collapse, how can such a terrifying vision, how could the former emperor not be able to find it, and there will not be a trace left? Who has hidden it?" Mu Bai asked in his heart.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar scene, not the Great Emperor who turned into the power of the Dao, but a sacred and majestic mountain that shone with brilliance, making Mu Bai's chest throb.

"I've definitely seen it, but it's not clear...... Mu Bai felt confused, and the memory of this mountain seemed to have been erased from his mind with great mana, and it was difficult to remember it at all.

"How could I have seen the sacred mountain of the early emperor's era. Mu Bai was even more shocked in his heart, at this moment, he seemed to feel a clue, and an unclear answer appeared in his mind, but he still couldn't say it clearly, it was very vague.

The battle in front of him broke out completely, and the earth-shattering shouts of killing were deafening, even through the eternal years, he could still be perceived by Mu Bai The power in it, and his soul couldn't help but tremble.

The wind, across the earth, whined, like a ghost crying, played a sad song for this battlefield, telling the cruelty and desolation of this trembling.

The Great Emperor who controlled the Transformation Dao rushed to the front with countless gods, and at this time, the ten-ring gray divine ring behind him was extremely bright, and it was difficult to open the eyes of the dazzling people.

"He hasn't achieved the throne yet, is this a god? Mu Bai stared at him, wanting to get a glimpse of what happened in that battle.

"Are they attacking this sacred mountain?" Mu Bai was shocked, he saw that these gods were constantly rushing towards the mountain, but they were killed by the holy light that fell from the top of the mountain, and they directly exploded and fell, and their souls were not spared.

"What exists on the top of the mountain, killing the gods with one blow, it is the ancient emperor here. Mu Bai's eyes looked at the top of the mountain.

There, there is a very huge ball of light, as if it is on the top of the mountain to raise a round of sun, very eye-catching and magnificent, the divine light will be sprinkled from then on, everywhere passed, the gods are like grass mustard into bones.

"Are they going to snatch this huge light cocoon?" Mu Bai was extremely surprised, what kind of era was it in the early imperial era, and now the gods and spirits high above were slaughtered like grass mustard ants, this was too terrifying.

"Woohoo......"

"Qiang Qiang ......"

An earth-shattering roar came down from the top of the mountain, causing every god's body to shake violently, as if facing a great enemy, the emperor, at this time, was even more faced with this great pressure, was pressed to the foot of the mountain, if it weren't for his special divine power, I am afraid that he would be directly crushed.

With the whistle, Mu Bai's blood boiled, his eyes became brighter, and he muttered to himself in his heart, "Yes, are there ten murders in the early emperor era?

Even if he was a bystander, he also felt the domineering aura in the ten fierce roars, which was very powerful, making people's souls intimidating, and they did not dare to fight forward.

Ten clusters of hazy light stood around this round of the Divine Sun, and in each of them, an incomparable coercion erupted, and it was the true existence of the Emperor, guarding the central sun together.

At the same time, under these lights, groups of divine soldiers appeared, confronting the army of gods below, and the entire battlefield became more desolate in an instant.

"Let the Ten Murderers of the Emperor personally guard it, what is the existence in that big sun!" Mu Bai exclaimed.

He stared at this round of the great sun, his eyes became as deep as the void universe, his pupil power was exerted to the extreme, and blood overflowed from the corners of his eyes, but he still couldn't see through this brilliant light mist, shrouded by endless Dao rules, it was impossible to snoop if he wasn't an emperor, not to mention that there were millions of years of time.

The war drums beat, the great battle broke out, and from among the gods under the mountain, no less than ten powerful emperors rushed out, each of them showed endless tricks, rushing towards the ten murderers on the top of the mountain.

In an instant, countless gods turned into a rain of blood, burying their bones here, and the inexhaustible powerhouses were crushed and buried in this ancient battlefield forever.

They became part of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and the blood was sprinkled on the mountains and rivers, causing countless mountains and rivers to turn blood red, which could not be faded.

Mu Bai was stunned, as if a big mountain had been born in his heart, pressing on it, making him feel a heavy sense of depression

The tone of this battlefield is too oppressive, and the people standing here feel difficult to breathe, Mu Bai seems to be in it, standing in the corner of this battlefield, feeling the boundless killing intent and pressure.

"I knew that ominous would not be so kind, so that I had to look at a corner of history without being threatened......"

Great battles arose one after another, almost shattering the heavens, shattering the earth, and countless gods perished, dying in this battle. Mu Bai struggled to survive here, hiding in one corner after another.

It was a battlefield of the gods, and he was a little monk who had a consummation of the Divine Dao realm, and he was not even as good as a saint, so he couldn't set foot in it at all, otherwise, the aftermath of the great war alone could easily crush him and leave him with no bones left.

In the blink of an eye, almost a year had passed, and this epic war had subsided, which made Mu Bai feel extremely shocked.

"How many gods are required to participate, such a bloody battle, it takes a year to know, and I have spent a year here. ”

On the edge of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, Mu Bai stood there quietly, not moving for a long time, like a fossil, weathered by the wind and rain, standing in place, buried by the dust of time.

At this moment, Mu Bai felt something strange, he finally moved, and looked at the top of the mountain.

The great war of the twenty emperors finally came to an end, and the name of the ten fierce invincibles swept the entire flood universe on this day, because they won and killed the enemy emperor with a crushing attitude.

"Click......"

(End of chapter)