Chapter 2397: Suppression of floods

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The vast sky, the deadly silence, everyone looked up to heaven.

The defeat of God ’s conception is an indication of the confrontation between the emperor and the Dacheng Eucharist. The Great Emperor is defeated. Although this battle is expected, it makes the world feel unreal. The non-Emperor is not strong enough. The combat power of the wild is still above the poor Qidi.

Nothingness and imagination, God's thoughts of the poor and the strange are finally fixed, waiting for God to read the Emperor's wasteland.

Although it is a divine thought, his eyes are full of majesty and ancient vicissitudes.

He is really an emperor. After years, looking at the Great Sanctuary, he is still speechless. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, but only slightly lowered his proud head.

This battle, he lost, completely defeated, never thought that the heavens in the future, there is still a statue, such a terrible existence, the same level of battle, the emperor can not.

Hey!

With a sigh, the divine thoughts disappeared. Regardless of the divine thoughts, or the divine thoughts of the body, they were accompanied by the doomsday glory, bit by bit of destruction, and bit by bit of smoke disappearing.

At this instant, all the heavens and men gathered their hands together, as a gift to the emperor, and they had grievances with the poor strangers, but after all, they were emperors. For better or worse, they were once the gods of the universe.

When I went to see the poor odds, all of them lowered their proud heads. The gods were poor and the poor were defeated, and the poor and odd emperor was defeated. It is that his poor odds were defeated, and there is no more faith.

Their actions proved everything without words.

By the way, you can at least leave a line of inheritance to the emperor; if you do n’t, then you will have nothing. The iron blood and coldness of the Great Sanctuary are all known.

Divine Emperor Wastes also dissipated, and the soul returned to the Emperor Wastes.

Once again, Emperor Huang stepped onto the void step by step, and it was the secret method that made the heavens and the earth. All the things he did to the Dai people were not bad. Emperor Dao curse was used to restrain the poor odd people.

Xi Chen cooperated extremely well and opened the door of the domain.

At this time, the communication is the fire domain, that is, the poor and odd family will be assigned to the fire domain. In the years to come, the flames of the heavens will be the territory of the poor Qi.

When the Qiongqi people left, they were in the same mood as the Dai people, with helplessness and sadness full of eyes. When they entered the passage, they did not forget to look back, and it was difficult to return.

No one has mercy, nor can it be merciful. I knew that today is sad and desolate. Why should the evil behaviors in the beginning be really pitiful compared with the poor and evil behaviors.

The Poor Qi tribe left, and the Emperor Huang also turned away and drifted away.

The monks of the heavens stood upright, followed by their servants, followed silently, and all turned into avatars, and entered the poor and strange ancestral land. The treasures within them would never pull down. , Never let the supreme disappointment, can never take away without leaving, anxious to move the whole piece of flood and desolate soil, but also moved home together.

On this day, the starry sky was not calm, and the roaring sounds continued.

Di Huang is really a handle, leading the younger brothers, smashing all the way.

Like poor Qi, the surrender on the spot, he did not wantonly kill, but only received the ancestral soul of Honghuang, planted the imperial curse of the emperor, assigned to other domains, and he died by himself.

A stubborn man like Jinwu, one dynasty inheritance, one dying rather than surrendering, he never said one word: live by the way, die by the reverse, there is no second nonsense.

What a **** Dacheng body is, I won't listen to you blindly. Whenever I hear the four words of death rather than surrender, I will start the attack on the spot. The cold slaughter will not be finished until you destroy the clan.

In this regard, Emperor Huang is quite empathetic. When he is desperate to die, he will fulfill his wishes, so that along the way, too many races were killed by him to break the lineage.

Naturally, most of the Honghuang people are still very current affairs, especially the Honghuang Scorpio family. They do not bring the Emperor waste words, and they have prepared the Honghuang ancestor soul, and the thief said in cooperation.

Emperor Huang went all the way, looking for the ancestral land of flood and waste.

The people of the heavens followed all the way, and they are witnesses to this rule of iron and blood, and they are very dedicated to playing the role of younger brother. The boss is responsible for smashing the field and they are responsible for cleaning the battlefield.

"Looking at the situation of the Great Sanctuary, you don't want to clean up the famine. You are not ready to stop." At the end of the crowd, King Huang Quan sighed. They were also witnesses. The famines were suppressed and the famines were destroyed. Frightened.

"This matter will be a time-consuming task." Wang Chuanyou Wangyou said.

In this case, no one disputes it. Blame the Honghuang Tribe too much, and blame the universe too big, and the Honghuang tribe can be found in every corner. Even the Great Emperor can hardly walk through the universe, let alone the Emperor Desolate. It really takes a long time to suppress the entire flood.

"I'm thinking, Ye Chen has advanced to Zhundi, who will be the next emperor in the heavens." The Emperor of the Earth touched his chin. "If it comes from Honghuang, it will be embarrassing."

The heavenly kings heard it, and their expressions were more meaningful.

Speaking of Ye Chen, the five did not forget to glance at Chu Xuan, glanced at the long light in her arms, Dihuang stripped the soul of Honghuang along the way, all melted for him, and the fire of Yuanshen was ignited again. It is only a matter of time to reshape the ancient sacred body.

"Daddy, you're full." Ye Ling flickered his eyes and smiled at the Changming lantern.

Ye Chenyuan's fire shook. When he responded, he soon became silent. The Emperor Tongming suffered too much damage. If there was no nourishment from the ancestral soul of Honghong, he wanted to reshape the golden body for at least several years.

The sigh that the world looks at is called an envy.

It turns out how important it is to have an ancestor of the Great Sanctification.

"Reshape the sacred body with peace of mind, and I will take care of your siblings for you." Xiong Er twisted his plump body, squeezing his face and squeezing his face, the meaning of righteousness was stunned.

"And there are you guys." Situ Nan, Xie Yun, Xiao Lingwa, Long Yilong five and other talented people also gathered up, quite Chu Chuling them, led home to look after them.

In this regard, Chu Xuan, as always, directly, beat one after another.

The talents of the heavens are really on the road, talking and laughing, all stepping on them, the force on the feet is also quite sufficient, not stepping into a stub is not finished.

As a result, all the way down the field, a lot of ghosts crying.

Ahead, Emperor Huang stopped suddenly and looked at one side quietly.

The monks of the heavens followed, and every time the star field where the Emperor was staying, there would be the Honghuang people, and they would also have a great harvest. The treasures of the ancestors of the Honghuang are endless.

The Honghuang tribe hiding in this constellation, the Nai tribe, was quite conscious, and before the Emperor was shot, they withdrew from the cover of the Emperor Dao, and led the tribe to surrender.

Emperor Huang did not kill, collected the ancestral soul of Hong Huang, and planted the seal of Emperor Tao.

The next thing was handed over to the son of the plane, opened the domain door and sent the Dai people, the whole process was surprisingly smooth, no war, no blood.

In the next few days, the Emperor Wasteland stopped and stopped. Everywhere, the Honghuang people were exiled. When they found a child, or destroyed or suppressed them, they did not show empathy to the Emperor.

Killed all the way, suppressed all the way, but the road ahead is still long.

As the five Great Kings of the restricted area have said, there are too many races in the floodland, and they are scattered in all corners of the universe. It is a time-consuming task to find out one by one.

Fortunately, the exact location of the ancestral land of Honghuang has been known for a long time. He has been in the underworld all these years, and he is studying this kind of things. When he comes back, he will clean up the Honghuang people.

His behavior elaborated a humor: sharpen the knife without accidentally cutting wood.

It is precisely because he knows the location of the ancestral land of Honghuang, this seemingly time-consuming task is a lot easier than he thought. Even if he is hidden in the Honghuang tribe, he can't escape him.

The expressions of the five heavenly kings have become more focused, and the Emperor is not only able to fight, but also very clear! He is not in vain in the underworld. If he continues to search like this, he will be suppressed by him alone. It only takes time.

boom! boom! boom!

These sounds, from time to time, have no war, but whenever there is a boom, the Honghuang people must suffer, and those who would rather die than be killed will be slaughtered; those who surrender in peace will have their own lives.

Emperor Huang still has a bit of kindness, just like the emperors of all ages, and he wants to leave the famine of Honghuang for the heavens. After all, their common enemy is the demon.

On the ninth day, the Quebal tribe was found, and the Ju tribe was assigned.

It is also on this day that Ye Chen, who re-melts the ancestral souls of the flood and desolation, gathers the illusive primitive gods, which are almost transparent, swaying with the wind of the stars, and it takes some time to fully recover.

"Thank you for the gift from your predecessors."

Emperor Huang smiled and was quite gentle, continuing his journey.

"Swallowing the ancestral soul of Honghuang, it feels awkward." Chu Ling blinked her eyes.

"It feels weird." Ye Chen whispered away while exposing such a sentence.

The so-called ancestral soul has been heard for a long time, and it is only owned by the Honghuang people. Because of their breeding time, it is infinitely close to the beginning of chaos. The spiritual power of that era is the purest source of heaven and earth. Cohesive soul power is also the most fundamental.

Really fused the ancestral soul of Honghuang, only to know its mystery, but only felt a mysterious power in the Yuan Shen, he called it the origin of chaos, and coincided with his Tao.

"Your destiny is very strong." Ji Ningshuang whispered a smile, and could clearly perceive that a new power added by Ye Chenyuan Shen, dormant in the depths of Yuanshen, once unlocked, he would weep the ghost and god, only because of the ancestor The power of the soul is too distant and terrible.

"The Eucharist has risen." The girls also smiled, tears left in the corners of their eyes.

With a smile, Ye Chen buried his head and looked at the soul. The power of Yuanshen was better than before. I do n’t know how much it is refined.

"Boy, don't worry about it in the future." Long Yi covered his old waist and came up.

"What." Ye Chen looked up, for unknown reasons.

"The imperial waste has forbidden the imperial curse into your Yuanshen." Long Wuyou said, "It is a terrible forbidden curse. With only one thought, those flood victims who have been forbidden will be destroyed instantly. Well, naturally, if you die, those famines will not survive. "

"To be straightforward, the fate of the Honghuang people who are being assigned is in your hands." Bei Sheng laughed. "Your ancestors use this method to restrain Honghuang."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and looked at Yuan Shen in a hurry, but did not find the imperial curse.

"If the Honghuang tribe rebels, the curse will be revealed." Emperor Huang, who was walking at the end of nothingness, returned a word, and by the way, explained the mystery of the curse to Ye Chen.

The ancestors of the Eucharist did have good intentions.

Ye Chen knew in his heart that his waist was very straight, an imperial Tao banned his curse, and he felt that his worth had instantly increased by several levels. It was okay when he died. The Honghuang people were to be buried, and one person held the life of Honghuang people. No one has such glory.

On the tenth day, the Jin Dai people were found and surrendered unconditionally.

On the eleventh day, the ghost and tribe were exiled and wanted to flee, more than half were killed by the imperial famine.

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On the nineteenth day, the ancestral land of the Dai people appeared, and was strongly suppressed.

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On the twenty-sixth day, the Xunpeng clan was found out, so he would rather die than surrender, and the clan met the ancestors.

On the 34th day, the ancestral land of the Blood Dai family collapsed.

On the forty-ninth day, the armadillos were annihilated, and the imperial lineage was broken.

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On the 58th day, the ancestral land of the annihilating clan burst, and the entire clan was dispatched to Thunderfield.

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Dacheng's holy body, cold and iron blood, went all the way to suppress all the way. I don't know how many races were mated, how many races were slaughtered, and the blood stained the starry sky.

The monks in the heavens are all here, and the silent spectators, every family is suppressed, will sweep away endless treasures. Those treasures were once looted by the famine and returned to their original owners.

The **** crackdown lasted for three months.

Until the fourth month, it really came to an end. The entire Honghuang tribe, except for the slaughtered, the remaining races, without exception, were suppressed, deprived of the Honghuang ancestral soul, planted an imperial curse, and All were exiled to other realms.

On this day, it is worth commemorating that the first batch of flood-stricken people in the heavens and earth who have poisoned the heavens for millions of years was finally suppressed by the iron blood, and the giant mountain that was pressed on top of the world was finally overthrown. The whole The light of the world is getting brighter.

The Great Emperor's Eucharist was a wasteland and did something that no emperor had done in the past. Although the process was bloody, it was quite useful. He would also bear the fierce name of a lifetime like the Empress of Honglian.

"Starry sky, no floods." There is vicissitudes in the smiles of the heavens, which is quite unreal.

"There is no monstrous war, you can rest." The elders hurled out the jug, exhausted, the famine was suppressed, and they could no longer be chaotic. In the end of their lives, they had a chance to respite. Come, don't be afraid.

"I'll be glad." The Honghuang clans standing on the side of the heavens, such as the Honghuang Qilin and the colorful Peacock clan, are all relieved, otherwise, they will not escape the exile. They will still be destroyed by the Emperor Desolate. Facts have also proved that it is important to stand in line. Feng Shui has taken turns, and the heavens have reached this point.

"I have a hunch that the golden age is coming." Chiyangzi means something.

More than him, many people have such feelings, especially the peak quasi-perfect emperor, who feels the most true feeling of the imperial monarch's suppression. Because Ye Chen's throne as the imperial monarch, the monarch's suppression is much weaker.

That is to say, in some future years, the heavens may have a new emperor. Everyone present may be the emperor, and the famine is no exception.

"It's over." The five great kings in the restricted area laughed and turned around, heading straight for Xuanhuang. Dihuang repressed all the way, and they followed along. Honghuang was suppressed, and Dihuang was sitting in the heavens. It was easier than ever. More terrible than the emperor.

"It's over." On the world Mingshan, the Emperor took a deep breath.

With that, the collector's edition was released, and there was no need to worry about the heavens. Finally, he could rest assured and study his collector's edition. The main thing was ... Emperor Huang was not here.