With his feet on the ground, Ye Zichuan came back to his senses.

He was standing in a wasteland, the ground beneath his feet was dark red, devoid of life, desolate.

The whining wind blew, as if there were countless ghosts howling, making people's bodies cold.

"Where is this?" Ye Zichuan was a little dazed.

This is completely unrelated to the Heavenly Palace in his imagination, shouldn't it be flowing springs and waterfalls, rare birds and beasts, and elixirs everywhere, but now, he didn't even see a single grass, and the barrenness was terrible.

"Time traveled?" Ye Zichuan looked dazed, a little crying without tears.

"Kill!"

In the midst of such silence, a terrible shout of killing suddenly sounded, and then the earth shook, and the mountains shook.

The earth was roaring and shaking, as if there had been a major earthquake, and as if there were thousands of troops and horses galloping, a murderous aura like wolf smoke came from the sky, overwhelming the sky, and instantly submerged Ye Zichuan, almost suffocating him.

A black tide appeared on the horizon, it was a group of powerful heavenly soldiers, they rode hideous and huge beasts, waving their wars, shouting to kill the heavens, and the war drums were beating, rushing to this side.

The hairs on Ye Zichuan's whole body stood up, this group of heavenly soldiers was too terrifying, each of them was stronger than him, I don't know how much, and the worst cultivation was in the third realm, riding a barbarian ancient beast, hunting with battle flags, and looking at it.

He was ready for battle, but the group of heavenly soldiers rushed past him as if he didn't exist.

"What's going on?" Ye Zichuan was puzzled: "They didn't see me, or did they treat me as an ant and didn't care at all?"

Countless heavenly soldiers were impacting, and the strange beasts were galloping, roaring and shaking the sky, shaking the eternal sky.

"Prepare for war! Prepare for war!"

In the distance, Ye Zichuan saw panicked figures appearing, they were wearing broken battle armor, which was stained with dark red blood, I don't know how many battles they had passed, each of them was exhausted, and their faces were gray.

Behind them, there were hundreds of ordinary people, dressed in shabby clothes, most of them were children and old people, they hadn't eaten for an unknown amount of time, they looked tired, and their faces were flushed and their anger burned when they saw the countless heavenly soldiers coming from the impact.

"Fellow Terrans, do you really want to kill them all?" shouted the soldier in the broken armor, he was puzzled, he didn't understand, he was angry, the alien race was still eyeing the edge of the universe, but the Terrans had already begun to slaughter each other.

"The descendants of a group of big demons, the devil has a deep heart, don't kill, what do you keep it for?"

"Kill them all? Have your ancestors slaughtered fewer human races? This is your sin! A sin that cannot be erased in your lifetime!"

The heavenly soldiers replied indifferently, and then, they began to rush and kill, and the battle in their hands cut through the sky, and the cold light was so cold that even the heavens and the earth were torn.

This is a battle without suspense, this is a one-sided slaughter!

"We're not demons! we're not sinners!" cried out a child of a few years old, tears streaming down his face.

"Sinners deserve to be punished!"

"No mercy!"

"The descendants of a group of great demons, it's not a pity to die!"

Countless heavenly soldiers raised their heavenly gees and cut off their heads, and the strange beasts under their seats roared, hideous and ferocious, swallowing children into their mouths.

"Ahh

Their ancestors once protected the border passes, they had fought countless battles for the human race, and they had fought so much that foreign races did not dare to invade the border wilderness for 100,000 years.

But now, why is that? Why, exactly?

"We are not great demons! We are not sinners! We are the most glorious bloodline of the heavens!"

The soldier was roaring, his whole body was glowing, his qi and blood were monstrous, condensing completely different dark and yellow colors.

"Survive! Survive! The flame of the ancestors is still wandering, and we will eventually rise!"

"Wait for the fire to recover, pick up my sword, and kill for nine days!"

"Whose name is engraved on the hero monument?

They were fighting fiercely, fighting hard, burning their own essence and blood, burning their own primordial spirits, and bursting out with their last strength, like the brightest meteors crossing the starry sky, and finally leaving no trace.

The old man dragged the child and ran again, staggering, and the road ahead was blank, and there was no hope in sight.

Their ancestors had made great achievements, killing all the tribes did not dare to speak, and the names of countless ancestors were engraved on the heroic monument of the border wilderness.

But now, why are they being branded as sinners and fleeing in all directions?

When all the soldiers died in battle, Ye Zichuan saw that the old man and the immature child also picked up the war knife, like the last light in the twilight, after blooming, there was endless darkness.

The war is over, and there are corpses everywhere, trampled and bitten by foreign beasts, and they seem to have only this value left.

Laugh at!

One child struggled to get up, but the next moment he was pierced by a spear and raised high.

"Xuanhuang blood?" a cold and merciless voice rang out, filled with endless mockery.

Ye Zichuan touched his cheek, and at some point, he had already burst into tears.

Why is his heart aching, why is his blood burning, why is he so angry?

"Ahh

He looked up to the sky and roared, and a blood-colored Changhong Pain Heavenly Spirit Cover rushed out, penetrating the heavens and the earth, in the blood like wolf smoke, entangled with wisps of misty Xuanhuang Qi, thick as a mountain, as if carrying the eternal years.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Ye Zichuan was like a mad demon, he roared and rushed over, the Purgatory Xuantian Sutra was running wildly, and the endless flames of light were burning, as if they were going to burn the heavens.

But it was useless, those heavenly soldiers couldn't see him at all, and he couldn't touch him, as if they were separated by two worlds.

"Why? Why? You have the ability to come at me!" Ye Zichuan roared, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

He watched the slaughter of the old people and children, and could do nothing.

He sat down on the ground, never for a moment so helpless as he was now.

The Heavenly Soldiers began to integrate, they were going to the next place, to continue this kind of slaughter, anyone with Xuanhuang blood is a sinner of the human race, and there is no forgiveness for killing!

Boom!

A voice suddenly rang out, sounding in the endless and distant sky, but it seemed to step on everyone's hearts, making people's hearts beat violently.

Boom!

A second voice rang out, and for a moment it seemed to span several worlds, so close, so clear.

The next moment, a delicate and slender jade hand fell from the sky, like a breeze blowing on the sleeve, gently wiped from the earth.

Subsequently, Ye Zichuan saw that countless powerful heavenly soldiers began to evaporate and began to annihilate, the powerful physical body was disintegrating, and the immortal king divine soldiers were crumbling, and finally turned into wisps of smoke and dust, and they disappeared like this.

Ye Zichuan looked at this scene blankly, such a heavenly soldier who looked down on him was wiped out like this?

There was no earth-shattering battle, but it made him shiver all over his body.