"I borrow the treasures of my predecessors here, and I will return them in person in five hundred years... Yan Yuchen wrote them himself..."

Ye Shaohao silently recited the words on the stone tablet, and his mind suddenly became blank. The words on the stone tablet shocked him to the point of being shocked.

The once powerful demon Yan Yuchen actually appeared in this battlefield of gods and demons five hundred years ago?

How did he come to this battlefield of gods and demons? Could it be that he was crossing the battlefield of gods and demons in the space-time turbulence with countless murderous intents?!

Ye Shaohao would rather believe that the younger brother Qin Liu, he had just met, was a prince in trouble in a certain empire than admit such a fact!

Six hundred years ago, he walked out of the Thousand-Five hundred years ago, was invincible in Xuanwu Continent and entered the battlefield of gods and demons. Four hundred years ago, he appeared on Xuanwu Continent again and personally guided Ye Motian, a master of Tiansha Sect!

What kind of magical power this mysterious powerful man named Yan Yuchen has to achieve such amazing achievements!

I’m afraid that even writing down the deeds of Yan Yuchen’s experience can write hundreds of books!

Ye Shaohao only felt that Yan Yuchen had become a major mystery in his heart, and it was lying in his heart, as if he had become his inner demon.

Who is this Yan Yuchen?

Why did it happen so coincidentally in these places where Ye Shaohao once visited?

Does he have anything to tell Ye Shaohao, a destined person?

"A set of seven-star fist is reserved for those who are destined to be."

Ye Shaohao suddenly saw a line of equally elegant and elegant fonts under the one-story stone tablet. Immediately afterwards, three syntaxes appeared in his head, which was the real Seven-Star Fist from Yan Yuchen's hand!

The first level is to move stars, drive stars with spiritual power, which can attack or defend, hard or soft, everything cannot be broken, nothing can be broken.

The second level is to control the stars, use the original heart to control the stars, absorb the power of the stars, overcome the world, and replenish yin and yang.

The third level is to transform the star, transform the heart, transform the body, transform the star, transform all things.

A set of seven-star fists, one is sharper than the other, and one is concise and concise, making Ye Shaohao elusive.

However, what Ye Shaohao could vaguely feel was that at this time his seven-star fist could only be called reaching the level of the second level of the star.

This is Ye Shaohao's feeling. This Seven Star Fist is probably much stronger than the blood training method he has learned!

"One day, I will practice these seven-star fist and blood training methods to the extreme. I wonder what powerful martial arts will be born with the combination of these two powerful techniques into one?"

Ye Shaohao smiled evilly, as if he wanted something fun.

However, at this moment, a light suddenly flashed in Ye Shaohao's eyes, and he was extremely solemn, and he grabbed the stone tablet that was more than three meters high with both hands!

"There is something unusual here! Drink...!!!"

Ye Shaohao shouted loudly, a red light flashed on his hands, and a strange demonic aura arose on his body, and his veins swelled up all over his body. Obviously, he had used all his strength, and it was still difficult to shake the stone tablet at all!

Ye Shaohao used the blood training method and the hundreds of stages of the demons to cut off. Even his hands contained thousands of divine power! This stone tablet is probably not as simple as Ye Shaohao saw!

Yes, Ye Shaohao accidentally saw a thin gap under the stone tablet.

What's under this stone tablet!

"Come on me...!!!"

The blue veins on Ye Shaohao's body rose, and a momentum that was domineering the sky and the earth naturally emerged, filling the world, as if it was about to break the world.

With a "boom", the stone tablet that was unknown to be heavy was finally lifted by Ye Shaohao half an inch. With a "boom", Ye Shaohao threw it three meters away and it really hit the ground!

“Is this a space?!”

Ye Shaohao was very shocked. A black cave was lying quietly in front of him, and a faint fluctuation of space came from it.

Who has such terrifying strength that he can actually open up a new space in this battlefield of gods and demons!

"Dadadada..."

A crisp echo echoed in the corridor, breaking the endless silence.

This is a space with orange and yellow colors everywhere, with only one aisle that leads to nowhere. Not far from Ye Shaohao's shoulder are two yellowed walls, and dark spots show the ancient mottledness of this space.

This is a space that has time flowing at the same time, vivid and almost as real as the real world.

Ye Shaohao couldn't help but sigh again at the forefather who created this space, what a powerful figure he should be!

"What are these ancient paintings telling?"

Ye Shaohao frowned slightly. Walking in this corridor always made him feel a faint sense of oppression, which was a natural vigilance of lower animals towards higher animals, as if there were eyes somewhere in this space.

As if you are staring at yourself tightly, you are creepy.

On both sides of Ye Shaohao, there are two rows of ancient paintings carved with strange figures. Perhaps to facilitate the browsing of later generations, they are just arranged in a row on both sides, extending all the way to the extreme of the distance.

To Ye Shaohao's left is a series of noble people in Jinluo to a group of ragged people.

Those who were dressed in eternal clothes sometimes drove away those slave-like people with long whips, sometimes they watched them coldly to transport earth and stone to build a sacred tower, and sometimes they buried them alive in earth pits, and all kinds of torture instruments that could be used were used.

From time to time, mysterious people wearing crowns appeared in the sky, but they watched coldly as they watched all the terrible and desolate things happening below.

Mountains often collapse, thunder often falls, floods often flood, and sorrows everywhere, but everything seems to be just a destined thing.

Immediately afterwards, the resistance of those ragged people. They had suffered countless injuries and understood resistance, made armor and weapons, and understood martial arts and martial arts.

Fighting with those Yonghua people who had originally understood martial arts and mysterious people wearing crowns, only a dead body was left in the end.

Blood flows into a river, and heaven and earth are woe.

Ye Shaohao was silent. Isn’t this a story about a mortal who did not know any martial arts and was always humiliated by warriors and was injured in a big battle?

Isn’t this a common thing for the superiors of Xuanwu Continent? What’s the point of deliberately portraying it in this space?

On Ye Shaohao's right, there is another story portrayed, which is very different from the story told on the left and has no connection.

First of all, what appeared before Ye Shaohao was a black starry sky, with stars flashing.

Immediately afterwards, five giants appeared hand in hand, which were taller than the stars.

They can take the star in their hands and examine it carefully, and can sprinkle the stars.

Next, the five giants each held the sharp blades in their hands, confronted each other with ferocious faces, and raised the sharp blades in their hands and inserted them towards each other.

Then Ye Shaohao saw the three giants staying, one giant's death, and one giant's departure was sad.

This seems to be a story about five giants killing each other when the world first opened, but the ancient paintings behind Ye Shaohao were at a loss.

It was actually a record of the process of a child growing up on a land. Every time the boy grew up to a certain extent, the picture started again, and it continued to extend to the depths of the corridor!

Ye Shaohao frowned. What exactly is this author trying to express?

Why do you have to record the growth of such a child so many times, the records of his growth and even when he was old?

Why do we have to spend so much time recording our young growth? Is there any major secret hidden in this?

"What exactly do these two groups of murals want to tell me? Do you just want to describe these two stories?"

Ye Shaohao said in confusion. He obviously understood that this was impossible. The owner of this space obviously wanted to tell him a secret, but Ye Shaohao couldn't understand it.

Just as Ye Shaohao lowered his head and thought hard, the things depicted on the two walls on both sides attracted Ye Shaohao's gaze, making Ye Shaohao's originally vigilant heart jump.

They were two three-meter-high avatars. Next to Ye Shaohao, they seemed to be two monsters that could swallow him alive with their bloody mouths.

A sun is carved on the seal hall on the left, with a solemn face, as if a bright light appears.
Chapter completed!