Prosperity and decline are the main melody of the heavens and all realms.

This is true even as the chaos of the top world.

The Gate of the Killing of Gods is on its way to the end, and it has existed in name only, so many people naturally care about it.

Only the ancestral **** heaven is still watching closely.

Time passed year after year.

Except for Tian Yuan, who was still guarding his former glory, Aman still had no trace.

After staying for another time, great changes have taken place in the world.

Most of the gates in the Five Great Forbidden Heavens have formed alliances with the three masters and the ancestor gods, and they have reached a unity in fighting the dark torrent.

In the face of such hazards, there are naturally fewer fights in the world.

In the Heavenly Court of the Ancestor God, while waiting for Xiao Ye's instructions, the Three Masters' Court was actively preparing.

Whether it is Cheng Wen brothers and sisters, Nandu, Fule, and the three main groups who have been freed from the rules of the world, they all have certain experience in the past.

From the large gates, they selected innate gods with a certain strength to form an army of gods, and smashed their horses.

And gather the congenital mixed treasures in the chaos and transport them to the three main gates.

Either refining a large number of artifacts, or arranging a large array in the chaos, condensing a shelter against the ten thousand ways.

In front of the torrent of darkness.

After all, there are only a few who are eligible to participate. Most of them are cannon fodder. If you want the tragedy to stop happening, you must prepare in advance.

The Lord of Heaven, who was regarded as the leader, hadn't appeared yet, and was still recuperating.

but.

However, someone saw that the other party's time and destiny clones walked out of Wanhua, shuttled in the chaos, and their footprints reached many secret places, perceiving, deducing, and searching.

Others speculated that Zhen Huang might be looking for Aman's traces.

However, Nandu, Fowler and others were refreshed.

they know.

Those who survived the raging torrent of darkness are not only the innate gods, but also some masters, but they don't know where they are scattered.

These actions of squeeze the wasteland, I am afraid it is to prepare for the future, please move those masters out of the mountain.

This also means.

Fighting against the torrent of darkness has really reached a critical moment.

I just don't know how much time is left for them.

The three main gates are no longer what they used to be.

There are more than two hundred innate gods gathered here, and many of them are able to dominate the rankings of the heavens, and they are more powerful than shoulder-to-shoulder.

This also led to the three main gates, surrounded by lights of various colors all day long, the avenue roared constantly, and the supreme aura soared to the sky. He was a giant in later generations and could command the world.

Regardless of the position, even the ancestral **** heaven must avoid its edge.

This day.

The three main gates are very lively.

It's just that amidst this excitement, there is a sense of solemnity and heaviness.

In the depths of the gate, there is a peach blossom forest.

A breeze blew, and the falling English was colorful and scattered all over the ground.

In the peach blossom forest, there are a lot of shadows and shadows, and there are a large number of creatures gathered here, including innate gods, acquired creatures and chaotic gods.

It's just that the scene is quiet, and the needle drop can be heard.

Everyone's eyes fell on the cemetery ahead.

One after another tombstones stand up in the cemetery.

"Bain from the ancient gods!"

"Mistin of the Wing God Group!"

"Ivan of the Supreme God Group!"

"The death king of the three main groups!"

"The three main groups can't be fired!"

One after another, Zeng Guangyao's Chaos name appeared on the tombstone.

The statistics of the dead are a huge number.

The owners of these names have all passed away under the impact of the dark torrent, no corpses have been left, and the tombstones are empty.

These are just the tip of the iceberg, there are many more, even the names have not been handed down to the world.

And in the depths of the cemetery, there is a huge monument, surrounded by many tombstones.

The name on the monument is even more amazing.

Above the names of Supreme God Domination and Wing God Domination, there are two charactersXiao Ye!

"Hey, I think at the beginning, these masters fought each other internally, and they did not hesitate to start a master war to divide the winners and losers. In the end, they are not reduced to other people's pawns, and in the end they have to be on the same monument."

I sickle, the brawny man in purple robe, grinned and whispered.

He is Ikama.

After recuperating for a period of time, he has recovered more than half.

Next to him, Xiaobai, Ying Shao, Che Yuanhou and others stared at the name Xiao Ye, with indelible sadness in their eyes.

"Junior Brother Xiao Ye!"

"The Son of God!"

Chun Mieyang, Yu Weichi, Xia Feng, Wimos and others are also listed.

For example, Cheng Wen brothers and sisters have long been crying.

Xiao Ye had passed away more than a thousand times, and only now did they have the opportunity to get together to see each other off.

As time goes by.

Innate gods continue to come, go deep into the cemetery, and worship.

The innate gods born in later generations all know the truth of taboo history, and the masters who know these names have paid much, and the respect in their hearts is born spontaneously.

Too many innate gods attended today's vast funeral ceremony.

"The Xiao family is here!"

At this time, a group of human beings walked into the cemetery.

Headed by Xiao Fan and Xiao Nian.

They are all dressed in mourning clothes.

Bingya also supported a woman.

The woman was very young, and years had never left any marks on his face, but her emotions were out of control at the moment.

"My Ye'er..."

Seeing the name on the giant monument, the woman made a stern voice, and her figure trembled and she passed out.

"mother!"

Bing Ya hurriedly supported Romelan, and it was also sadness.

Since they were rescued and came to the Three Lords Gate to recuperate, the Xiao family members who had been sealed in the space artifact by them were all unsealed.

In a deep sleep, more than a thousand Permian periods have passed.

Only when he woke up, he heard such bad news, no one in the Xiao family could accept it.

For example, Xiao Yang and Luo Meilan fainted several times.

Coming today, I still can't bear the pain of losing a child.

"Ye'er, since you became successful in martial arts, for your father, I can no longer help you. On the contrary, I have repeatedly distracted you to take care of you. I am incompetent!"

Xiao Yang walked to the giant monument and stroked the name, also crying.

"grandfather"

With tears in Xiao Nian's eyes, she wanted to step forward to help Xiao Yang, but the other party waved her hand.

"After the funeral, send us useless Xiao family members into the mortal world."

Xiao Yang helped Romelan, who had passed out, and left the cemetery.

The other members of the Xiao family were silent for a while, and stepped forward to worship.

At this time, no one noticed a misty figure standing in the distance, looking in this direction.

This is Xiao Ye's time clone.

His expression looks like Gujing is not waved, but his heart is like a knife pierced.

His parents suffered the pain of bereavement, so he wanted to step forward and tell him that he was still alive.

But he can't!

Even an excessive reaction can't be shown!

"Daddy, don't worry, this scene will never be staged again!"

Xiao Ye secretly said in his heart, the time clone suddenly turned around, turning into a stream of light and fleeing away.

(The second one!)