On this day, the world is lit up.

Lights were lit to celebrate, and some restaurants were even hung with red silk and started promotional activities.

Even families everywhere, many people cried with joy.

In this battle, they did not pay without their efforts, and these geniuses in the top sects and hermit families with rich backgrounds all joined that battle.

For 500 years, Yang Tiansheng has been secretly gaining the trust of various sects and secretly establishing organizations.

Nowadays, there is no longer a monopoly in the times.

"Did we win?"

"It's hateful, there were so many Tianjiao and so many demigods before, all of them were beaten by eight bastards, one by one!"

"They have a dream to break through, and their qualifications are even more amazing, and they should have a brighter future."

"Now, is it all over?"

"It should be over, as long as the new Martial Arts Emperor is not the next one."

A new emperor rules the world and opens the way for it.

Even, most of the existing life charts, 67 martial arts life charts, were announced to the whole world.

After the demigod broke through, there was already a map, and according to the practice, the highest could reach the six-ring demigod.

The whole continent is shaken!

That's too generous.

In their opinion, it would be good not to prevent the demigods from appearing, but they didn't expect to be able to make it so public.

Each of these demigod natal diagrams is the pinnacle of a demigod's martial arts! Where is the work of my life.

Among them, each one is precious enough for the people of the world to die and live.

And this has completely changed the system and ceiling of the entire martial arts civilization, and everyone in the world praises this Ming Jun and writes a chapter of praise for him.

And the Son of Heaven has also turned into a scholar, walking in this era five hundred years later, just smiling on the streets and looking at everything, as if he was a bystander.

He knew that if he wanted to set foot in eternity, some things had to be adapted, and some times he had to go through a lot.

He raised his head:

Five hundred years at a glance, a long time, who can transcend the times and jump out of the world?

In the teahouse on the street, there are constantly young warriors discussing: "Yang Tiansheng is already invincible, born the emperor!" ”

"It's unimaginable that those eight decaying existences, who have accumulated countless demigod heritage, cut off the future, were overthrown by him!"

"Incredible, simply incredible! This kind of talent is unimaginable! ”

Many people think that this emperor is outrageous.

Only the Born Emperor himself knew that he was not born sacred, and even though he was amazingly talented, he was far from being the opponent of the eight people joining forces, but was guided by an ancient being.

And that one is the real horror.

In a few glances, he saw what path he should take, and recommended martial arts for himself, which perfectly fit his own system.

Ahem, ahem.

On Martial God Mountain, Yang Tiansheng suddenly coughed up blood.

In that battle, he was not without sequelae, and he burned too much vitality,

He sat alone on the Martial God Mountain, and suddenly remembered himself back then, the man in white who was on the verge of death, and saw vaguely, holding a blood-colored handkerchief, constantly coughing up blood.

That man seems to have become an eternal memory.

Yang Tiansheng suddenly stroked the stone slab on the ground covered with blood, "The blood and tears he sacrificed for the human race actually stained the entire mountain red, and how much pressure and pain he endured for our Martial Dao Continent." ”

His own secret wounds now feel very terrifying.

And what about the Son of Heaven?

It's hard to imagine how much trauma I have suffered during my lifetime.

This blood has simply flowed backwards.

He looked up at the sky and suddenly laughed:

"And now, do you see that? Five hundred years later, Your Majesty the Son of Heaven, I have cut off those decays, and I have done it, breaking through my cage."

This suppressive contemporary martial arts emperor sat on the throne, muttering to himself, coughing cough, coughing cough, and suddenly coughing again.

"It's surprising."

Li Qing glanced at this side of the Martial Dao Eight Desolation Continent.

He found it interesting.

Because of some coincidences, it is estimated that even the Son of Heaven will not think of going out and coming back, and in the future, he has become the protector of the world who pays blood and asks for his life for the common people.

At this moment, looking into the distant void.

This is a vast and incomparably suspended continent, and it is divided into eight territories, with void rifts that need to be crossed.

can't be put together, which makes some obsessive-compulsive Li Qing feel very uncomfortable.

And it seems that this is already the limit of the fragments, and if you close it up, you can't put it together, which feels very weird.

Perhaps.

When it is completely put together, it is a real space world, not a piece of space fragment territory.

"I'll leave these things to them to study, and I hope to see the day when they come together soon."

He looked out at the Void Continent from afar.

Now the Son of Heaven and Minis and others have entered the preparation for the battle, racing against time.

They didn't have the heart to pay attention to anything else, which also gave Li Qing new ideas.

"A big war, the times have changed, and another life has died, and the upper limit of controlling dependents has been vacated, and it is time to awaken other new fragments in the distance."

The so-called far away, already far, far away.

The Eight Desolations Martial Arts Continent basically absorbed all the nearby space, creating a broken continent, and directly opposite was the space gap of three bedrooms and one living room.

A circle farther away, there was basically a large void area, and there were no fragments.

He had to continue his journey until he found a new piece of debris.

Invested a lot of various resources that were prepared, then awakened single cells, reached the upper limit of control, and left them alone.

It is estimated that it is just a small secret place in the wild.

After all, the Martial Dao Continent is instilled by a mature and accumulated civilization, and there is no inculcation here, it will only be like the beginning, it is all barbaric growth, rough and arrogant, and it takes a period of time to accumulate.

At this time, Li Qing looked at other space debris and thought:

"It's capped, do you want to get some uncontrolled wild single cells?"

"If it's really not a control imprint, there's no limit to the innate potential. Wouldn't it be a perfect way to catch it and brand it later? ”

But he pondered for a while, and finally the thought stopped.

Or don't wave it yet.

If you really get out of the monster level, if you can beat him, it will be a good thing to press it and brand it.

What if you can't beat him?

A person overturned all his things, ran out of the three-bedroom and one living room to chase his hammer, and roared angrily: "Which mastermind behind the scenes dares to control my life, and who dares to be high?" ”

Isn't it a joke that he was chased and cut from the first room to the third room without blinking?

He began to let go of that wandering heart and decided to make a steady wave.

There are some things that he usually looks like a waste, but he has a bottom line, and he has considered the consequences of failure, and whether he can bear it before doing it.

In front of him, he is really afraid, some existences, he is unreasonable, and the consequences of this failure are obviously unbearable.

(End of chapter)