Xuanhuan: Me! Begin to Cultivate a Great Emperor

For half a year, it was the first time Ye Mo had retreated for so long since he traveled to this world.

After half a year of seclusion, Ye Mo finally transformed his divine power into the power of chaos unique to Heaven.

Chaos is inclusive of everything, can evolve everything, is the source of everything, and is the origin of everything. This is why the energy of 'heaven' is the name.

In the process of cultivating, Ye Mo also found that this exercise still seems to have roots, just like the unique or exclusive items in the game, whoever has practiced this exercise will not be able to practice even if someone knows the content of the exercise .

Because Ye Mo has practiced.

"Just call, God decides."

Ye Mo thought to himself.

The name Tian is so strange, it might as well read Tian Jue as smoothly.

"My strength..."

Feeling his own cultivation, Ye Mo showed a faint smile on his face.

The cultivation base, the early stage of the quasi-emperor realm!

That's right, Ye Mo's cultivation base has fallen from the quasi-emperor realm to the early stage, but his current strength is more than ten thousand times that of the previous one!

If it was said that Ye Mo in the past was still unable to overcome the immortal difference between the emperor and the quasi-emperor realm to kill the emperor realm, then the current Ye Mo really has the strength to obliterate the emperor realm, even if it is the quasi-emperor realm, it can still make the emperor realm. Fall!

The foundation is done!

It is the foundation of the supreme avenue!

"It's time to continue traveling through time and space."

With a flash of light in his eyes, Ye Mo Nannan muttered to himself.

The space-time travel quota has been obtained, and he should prepare for the next layout!

However, before that...

Ye Mo stood up and strode towards the outside.

Go see Shake Dream!

.........

Chasing Dream Palace.

"You've been in retreat for half a year this time..."

Staring at Ye Mo in front of him, Shao Meng said faintly.

"There is no way to close."

Ye Mo smiled wryly.

No, he came to Yaomeng as soon as he got out of the customs.

"I want you to play games with me."

"it is good."

Ye Mo said with a smile.

"Why do you feel like you are coaxing a child, are you the master or I am the master?"

With a murmur, Yaomeng pouted.

"..."

Ye Mo's expression suddenly became weird, as if to say that you are not a child?

Is there a master who will let his disciples tell stories?

Is there a master who will let the disciples come to chat when they have nothing to do?

Is there a master who will let his disciples play games with him?

Even if it is not a fake master, it is almost the same.

.........

In the upper realm, on the top of the misty mountain-like peaks, a palace stands here as if it will last forever, as if the endless years have passed and it still looks like this.

deserted.

lonely.

barren.

"That's it."

A cold voice without any emotional color emanated from the palace, and it resounded in the entire Upper Realm in an instant.

In the upper realm, Zhang Ye is leading a group of his subordinates who he just subdued to engage in feng shui, and all forces of qi are sending people to encircle Zhang Ye.

As the female voice came out, time and space seemed to stagnate, and all those who were besieging Zhang Ye were locked in place and unable to move.

"What do you mean, Empress?"

"Empress, what are you doing?"

"Oh, you still interfered."

A series of majestic voices sounded as if they had crossed a long river of time, and in an instant, a majestic and indescribable figure above the nine heavens appeared and stared in the direction of the palace.

In front of each of these figures, whether it is the stars or the star field, they are as small as dust, and it seems that it is difficult to touch them even for a long time.

"Go away, I have said this, do you want me to say it a second time? The fusion of the lower realm is imminent, and the turmoil will continue. Do you still want to fight internally? I really want to force this palace to let Tianting go to your place for a walk. ?"

Calm and indifferent, even in the face of several strong female voices, there is no change as before, but it is extremely strong.

"..."

Strong on all sides.

"Forget it, let's stop here."

"A troubled autumn, a troubled autumn."

After a little thought, the strong men from all sides sighed, and the projection disappeared into the long river of time again.

"Thank you, Sister."

Zhang Ye smiled and bowed in the direction of the female voice.

.........

Lower Realm, Desolate Ancient Dao Territory, Fluctuating Light Holy Land.

After playing with Yaomeng for several days, Ye Mo returned to his palace and watched Ye Mo leave, Yaomeng slowly retracted his gaze.

His eyelids drooped slightly, as if he could sense something shaking his head, looking in one direction, frowning slightly and then relaxing.

"The upper bound... the lower bound... it's coming soon."

With a faint sigh, Yaomeng slowly closed his eyes, and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

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