Some are children, some are women, some are old people, and some are strong men… The confused voices give people a feeling of confusion.
Even the surrounding time and space become: chaos.
If someone with a slightly lower cultivation base was here, I am afraid that just because of this sentence, they would fall into boundless madness, and no longer… sanity.
“All right.”
At this time, the figure standing on the black pillar in the middle finally raised his head.
With just two simple words, all movements were suppressed.
In an instant, the air became extremely quiet again.
Chapter two hundred and ninety-first
“Changshen, if you have anything, just say it.”
The figure in the center turned to Changhentian.
His eyes were calm, like stagnant water, and no light could be seen.
However, being watched by him, it made Changhentian, the Supreme Being of the Nine Layers of Heaven, feel a chill in his heart, and it was very creepy.
“Yes.”
After sorting out his thoughts, Changhentian said in a solemn voice: “This matter has to start a few years ago…”
Afterwards, Changhentian started from the beginning of Ye Ling’s fame, and continued to talk about the recent fall of Ji Shengbin. Although Changhentian had never seen it in person, he had collected all of it through this method.
During the speech, everyone listened quietly.
Because of the shock of the one in the middle, no one else interrupted his words.
But after Changhentian finished speaking, Moruotian couldn’t help sneering: “Changhentian, you are really going back as you live, even a little baby in her twenties is so afraid of it.”
“Hmph, how can you be better if you change it.”
Changhentian was furious when he heard the words.
“At least it’s definitely not as useless as you, who was slapped in the face and shrunk and didn’t dare to move.”
“you……!”
“Okay, don’t say a word.”
The figure in the middle spoke again.
Suddenly, just now: the two arguing all stopped.
The air was quiet for a moment again.
Then the man in the middle swept his gaze across the crowd, and said solemnly: “The decision of Chang Hate is not wrong.
If the deity’s guess is correct, then Ye Changge’s son is probably the central figure of this era, and it must not be underestimated.”
“what.”
When Moruotian heard the words, he exclaimed in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief…belief.
“You said he was like a devil emperor, a human emperor.”
“Nine out of ten…”
The figure in the middle spoke lightly, as if there were some ripples in the stagnant water-like eyes.
In fact, what he said was quite conservative.
In fact, if it is true as Changhentian said, today is a great world that will not last for tens of thousands of years, and all kinds of heaven’s arrogance are emerging one after another.
Then, Ye Ling, who can suppress the arrogance and dominate the crowd, may have more talent and talent than the Demon Emperor and the Human Emperor, and I am afraid that only the Martial Emperor, Daozu and other talents can match.
And the difference between the two… Looking at the great emperors such as the Demon Emperor, the Demon Emperor, the Human Emperor, etc., although their talents have not lasted for ten thousand years, but at the root, they were born by adhering to the atmosphere. Such adventures and opportunities emerge in an endless stream, which is a typical example of ‘the times create heroes’.
But Emperor Wu, Daozu and others are different.
They have no external help, and they don’t have any big chance encounters, and their lifelong cultivation is almost entirely dependent on their own aptitude and talent.
Not only that, but they have created a brand-new avenue, using their own efforts to complement the origin of heaven, leading the way for thousands of years, and they are still incessant and praised by thousands of people.
The difference is almost immediately apparent.
Therefore, although the two are both great emperors, they are definitely not the same level in terms of combat power.
——And now Ye Changge, like this trend.
Thinking of this, the man in the middle couldn’t help sighing in his heart.
If it is possible, he also does not want to be the enemy of the son of the era who is almost destined to become enlightened at this time.
But…”Ji Shengbin’s death doesn’t matter.
As the present-day Demon God Sect Master, he actually did such an unwise thing, disgraced my Demon Sect, and deserved to die…”
The figure in the middle coldly announced the result.
Hearing that, Changhentian, the ancestor of Ji Shengbin, opened his mouth and seemed to want to refute, but when he saw the cold eyes of the figure in the middle, his words suddenly choked.
“As for the issue of face, it doesn’t matter. If the enemy is strong, then even if I retreat temporarily, how can I still be like those… Are the righteous hypocrites afraid of losing face?”
