Chapter 1488 It’s just spring, autumn and winter, the sun rises and the moon sets

The strong wind is like killing, and the hunting sound is loud.

On the clouds in the sky, there is a terrifying storm, and the fire seems to burn the sky.

Lightning flashed four times and thunder roared, as if it was about to swallow up the fertile sun.

Emperor Ye Tiandi stood in the cloud palace in the sky, which is called the realm of all phenomena, with hidden meaning in his eyes as he looked into the distance.

A moment.

He stretched out his right hand, the vortex in his palm spinning rapidly like a nebula.

An advanced version of the Qianxingshen Scroll was placed in his hands.

Emperor Ye Tian opened the scroll, which was recording the battle between Chu Yue, the dragon and phoenix formation of Northern City, and Shangguan Ziyun, the elder Luo Yu.

Even through the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll, he could feel the majestic murderous aura and soaring ambition in the girl's sword!

Emperor Ye Tian smiled.

The first time I saw this kid was when I was playing chess at Wu Zu's place.

Unexpectedly, he left Lingtian and came back as the daughter of Beizhou, a young hero blessed by the glory of the Vientiane Realm.

"This journey has been difficult..."

Emperor Ye Tian looked at the silhouette of the girl on the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll and whispered to himself.

The road to martial arts is never smooth sailing.

Behind the glamor, there must be pain accumulated through hard work.

"Emperor of Heaven, Master Xie is here."

A man in black turned over neatly and knelt on one knee.

Emperor Ye Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll closed and returned to the center of his palm.

He put away the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll properly and looked down at the black-clothed guards: "Didn't you let him be detained in the Emperor's Palace? How did you do it?"

"Reporting to the Emperor of Heaven, Mr. Wuxie has hurt himself again. He cut the tendons of his wrists as a threat. We dare not not open the closed door." The guard said in a low voice.

Emperor Ye Tian's eyes and mood darkened almost instantly.

His son is too gloomy.

This has been the case since childhood.

Even Emperor Ye Tian had forgotten.

I don’t know when it started, but this child started hurting himself at every turn.

When Ye Wuxie was eight years old, he opened the door and walked in. The young child was even more evil than the beauty of the misfortune, but his eyes were gloomy, as if the heart under the skin had long been rotten.

At that time, Ye Wuxie scratched himself all over his body. The sharp scars and the dazzling red color shocked Emperor Ye Tian's mind.

Emperor Ye Tian heard from the doctor that this was a mental disease and an incurable disease.

"How is Xie'er's injury?" Emperor Ye Tian asked.

"The bleeding has stopped." The guard replied: "Young Master Xie hates the Wanxiang Realm very much. Maybe he came to the Wanxiang Realm this time for a purpose."

"The crowning of glory in the Vientiane Realm is a sign of respect for heroes and is sacred and cannot be profaned. He must want to destroy it."

Emperor Ye Tian sighed in a low voice and waved his hand: "Go down."

"yes--"

The guard in black clasped his fists, stood up and left.

Emperor Ye Tian looked back at the silent Yunzhong Palace. After being silent for a long time, he took out the spirit butterfly and sent a message: Pay close attention to Xie'er's movements and do not hurt innocent people.

He once again looked down at the vast land through the fire storm, violent wind and lightning, and then returned to the interior of the Vientiane Domain to start preparing for the glory of the young heroes.

Time flies by like a white horse.

Half a day later, the colorful lights, like sharp swords, passed through the gathering place of the storm, as if they were reborn from nirvana in the fire.

Suddenly, Chu Yue and his party stopped at the Cloud Palace in the sky.

Chu Yue stood on the edge of the Cloud Palace, with the strong wind whistling by, the nine layers of clouds standing beside her, and the scorching sun's light from the sky smearing on her forehead, as if she could reach it at her fingertips.

"General Ye, this is the Cloud Palace in the Sky, and it is also the realm of all phenomena. All the phenomena of Lingtian are included here. This is the backbone of Lingtian, the foundation of martial arts, and the patron saint of the peak of martial arts."

The guard nodded and introduced carefully: "In the Vientiane Realm, every ten years, talents who can reach the top of martial arts are selected. It can be said that if a warrior wants to reach the top of martial arts, he must go to the Vientiane Realm."

Chu Yue raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance.

Looking at the sky from the plains of the Wanxiang realm and Beizhou, the vassal states, etc., is a different feeling.

On the flat land, it is nothing more than spring passing and autumn coming, the sun rising and the moon setting.

Sometimes it's sunny and sometimes it's rainy.

There may be a breeze blowing ten miles away, or there may be heavy snowfall.

But standing in the wind of this cloud palace in the sky, the sky where my eyes go is completely different.

At the end of the sky, the ice freezes into beautiful ice crystals.

Ice crystals cover a huge martial arts monument.

The storms, fires, lightning and thunder, and dead birds all around the Vientiane Domain all originate from the peak of martial arts.

Xiao Li stopped beside Chu Yue and looked at the beautiful ice crystals condensed by the frost.

The rays of sunlight reflect on the ice crystals, reflecting a splendid brilliance.

It's like a tunnel leading to a mysterious place, and it's also like an ingenious ancient tomb.

Around the ice crystal martial arts monument, there are hundreds of sculptures sitting cross-legged and hanging in the air.

Xiao Li said: "The martial arts peak is what warriors yearn for the most, but the real situation at the martial arts peak doesn't seem that warm."

Tu Weiwei whispered: "Ninety thousand years ago, during the battle in the void, the Ghost King used his body to become a seal, but the void still stole our light."

From then on, the Imperial Continent lost the sun and light and fell into an endless dark age.

The human race is different from the beast race. Without light and warmth, they cannot withstand this long world.

Leng Qingshuang covered the wound on her abdomen and reflected the sky in her eyes: "The Ghost Emperor and the Sword Emperor have a relationship that transcends the world. The Ghost Emperor just wanted to die and sealed the Sword Emperor's heart with the Snow Spirit Pill, causing the Sword Emperor to fall into a deep sleep.

Three years later, the Sword Emperor woke up again in a dark period without light. He learned that the Ghost Emperor was gone and would never come back. He lost all hope and grew old overnight. He used his own martial arts cultivation, his body, his soul, and his soul to transform into a demon.

It was made into light and shined on the ice crystals, making the Imperial Territory bright again, but the Imperial Territory lost the Ghost Emperor and Sword Emperor forever."

Ninety thousand years ago was a cruel era, but it was also romantic.

The Ghost Emperor and the Sword Emperor, with one sword and one sword, gallop through the demons and monsters.
Chapter completed!