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"The primordial ancestor was too arrogant. To strike the divine rank in the age of the last law, not only was it unsuccessful, but it also affected the falling of hundreds of millions of creatures, and dozens of genocides perished.

"Alas, the Three Thousand Great Realm, I am afraid it is really going to decline completely."

"I can't blame the original ancestor. He should want to find a way out in the age of the last law. Such a fact is helpless."

"Oh, the era of the last law is also the era of the last days."

Although the God Tribulation attracted by Xiao Ye disappeared, there was a lot of noise in the world and it was not peaceful.

Although Xiao Ye deliberately selected the barren world to cross the robbery, but because of the unprecedented terrible power of the **** robbery, half of the creatures were still affected by the **** robbery and fell, making the three thousand worlds more and more withered.

Faced with these right and wrong, and the world's criticism, Xiao Ye did not explain, but returned to the soul realm.

Every day, in the Soul Zen world, there will be the sound of blood surging and throbbing, just like the tides of the earth and earth, very terrifying, shaking for nine days and ten earth, lasting a whole year before disappearing.

This is Xiao Ye's repairing the injury caused by the bombardment.

Fortunately, his body was reorganized from the light of God-level nature, otherwise it would be replaced by other pseudo-gods, and it would be like going to the sky to completely recover.

In a flash, two years have passed.

Xiao Ye's injury has healed, as if it had become a sculpture sitting in the universe, motionless.

Soul Zen world, although the headquarters was still standing in the beginning, many palaces were empty, and many places were covered with wild grass.

In the era of the end of France, ethnic wars have never occurred.

There are more and more old people, and the significance of the existence at the beginning is not very important, so these years have gradually been abandoned. Only occasionally some old figures come back, tears flashed in the eyes, recalling the past years.

The primordial ancestors are still there, but they are old.

"A decade, just to find an answer?"

"What a test!"

"The god-class powerhouse is playing my grandfather?"

On the top of a hundred-story loft, a young man in a brocade dress, with a clear eyebrow and a long figure, frowned slightly.

Looking around, there are still many figures sitting on the roof of this attic, such as Xiao Nian, Xiao Fan, and Four Emperors of the True Spirit, all of whom are Xiao Ye's close friends.

In order to avoid the invasion of the years, Xiao Ye included all the people around him into the tower of time, and at the same time placed the tower of time in the hidden place of the soul Zen world.

Although the Dao marks dominated by time are silent, his control of the Tower of Time has reached an extreme, giving soul marks to those around him so that these people can enter and exit at will.

Therefore, every period of time, these powerful men who are not too old will leave the Tower of Time and stay in the outside world for a period of time.

After learning that Xiao Ye attracted the **** robbery and the agreement with the god-level strongman, everyone was even more worried.

"Tian'er, the will of the god-level powerhouse is not something we can speculate on, and you should not misunderstand, so as not to cause death."

The temples have been dyed white, and Xiao Nian, who has wrinkles on his face, scolded.

The young man in Jin Yi was his father and mother Xiao Tian, a disciple of Long Bo.

"Why didn't the grandfather go to the Tower of Time? There, ten years is equivalent to five hundred years!" Xiao Tian moved his mouth, and finally asked curiously.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone sitting in the loft suddenly became silent.

Yes!

In ten years, it was just a snap.

Why Xiao Ye gave up such a big advantage, they are also puzzled.

After half a year, Nangong Xingyu got up and left and returned to the Tower of Time to delay the passing of Shouyuan.

In the past six months, the three emperors Wushuang, Peerless and Invincible also got up and returned to the Tower of Time.

Only Jagged, Xiao Nian and Xiao Tian still insist.

When the time passed by another year, they could not bear it, and returned to the tower of time.

The impact of the end of the Dharma era on all living beings has become more and more terrifying. For the creatures at the level of the Holy Spirit, the passing speed of Shou Yuan is increasing, and the future is dark, and there is no hope to see, which is frightening.

As for Xiao Ye, there seems to be no movement, and even the open eyes are filled with confusion.

In the past few years, he sat in the soul Zen world and asked himself.

He thought of himself, thought of the five ancestor-level figures, thought of the **** land, wanted to find a connection from it, to answer the level of God.

A simple question makes him seem to be seeking the way, seeking the method, overthrowing it over and over, and denying it over and over again, but it makes him more confused, like falling into an abyss.

"In my current state, I can't give the answer to this question at all, and it will be useless for me for a long time." Xiao Ye sighed gently.

How can an explanation be made without entering the Divine Order?

Moreover, he could not determine whether the god-level strongman knew the existence of the tower of time.

If he enters the Tower of Time, there is a suspicion of breaking the rules, and he does not want to take risks.

"The intention of the god-level strongman will not be so simple!" Xiao Ye's thoughts so far, the eyebrows glowed with seven colors.

A trace of soul power, wrapped around the seven-color crystal, rushed to the special mark.

Buzz!

The power of Xiao Ye's soul came over, making the imprint tremble, like pulling away cocoons, flowing a trace of inexplicable breath, flowing over him, leaving some ancient words in his mind.

The content composed of these ancient characters is very obscure, as if they were translated by the common languages of the three thousand worlds, it is not a method, but a kind of mysterious scripture.

"There is still a volume of scripture hidden in this imprint. I'm afraid I can only start with this scripture if I want to get the answer."

Xiao Ye secretly said.

This point, he has long discovered that as long as the mark is covered with the power of the soul, in addition to the sound of heaven and earth, there will be ancient words flashing.

Over the years, he has been working hard to read the scriptures in the imprint.

But this imprint is too terrible. His soul is like a flame. Only by continuously roasting can new ancient characters be born in the imprint.

"Hopefully, time will come."

Xiao Ye didn't dare to waste any more time, devoting all his energy to it, constantly pulling away cocoons.

With the passage of time, the ancient characters shone with brilliance, converging in Xiao Ye's mind into a verse of Scripture, which has already begun to take shape.

But no matter how Xiao Ye went to enlightenment, he still couldn't get anything, because with his present soul quality, interpreting this verse of Wang Yang was very laborious and progress was very slow.

"Ten years have passed. More than half of it has passed. Is it really impossible?"

"How do I do it!"

The meaning of the three thousand great realms is getting deeper in the autumn, and the years have taken away the lives of many creatures, and Xiao Ye has gradually become desperate.

(The second one is coming!)