Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

Years are the most ruthless.

Even in the topmost chaotic world, the flow of time will take away many things, let alone the first-level world.

Although the Three Thousand Great Realms existed in the body of a fallen ancient god, there have been major changes in the passage of hundreds of thousands of years.

In the vast cosmic starry sky, on a desolate star, a tall creature dressed in gray and covered with black hair was farming.

His body clearly exudes divine power, but he is willing to turn into an ordinary creature, resting at sunset and working at sunrise.

If Xiao Ye were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this creature was the sweeping old man who was in charge of the gods in the past, and also the guardian of the planes of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and the old sweeper no longer lives in the temple, and puts down the broom in his hand. He just lives alone on this star, close to nature, and accompanied by flowers and plants.

"Time flies so fast, it's hundreds of thousands of years in the blink of an eye..."

The old man sweeping the floor glanced at the setting sun in the west, with nostalgia on his face, he left his work and walked towards a stone house not far away.

"Ok?"

At this moment, he suddenly paused, as if he had sensed something, and looked in a certain direction.

There, it is the direction of the sacred place of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Just now, he sensed a slight fluctuation in the divine land.

"The divine land that I control has long been exhausted, and it is impossible to give birth to a god-level good fortune again!"

The old man sweeping the floor rose into the sky, quickly rushed out of the star, and placed himself in the vast universe.

Rumble!

At this moment, the fluctuation felt by the old man sweeping the floor unexpectedly skyrocketed rapidly, like a shocking storm, breaking directly from the divine land, and spreading mightily in the three thousand great worlds.

"There are creatures who broke into the three thousand world from the chaotic world!"

"Could it be that the Divine Kingdom of Baiyun finally sent another envoy? Moreover, this envoy is very strong!"

The old man who swept the floor trembled, his face full of shock.

Under the shroud of his god-level will, the divine power exuded by the visitor was too strong, completely overriding the universe, which made him feel infinitely small.

The old sweeper quickly lowered his head.

"Haha, Three Thousand Worlds, I'm finally back!"

Immediately afterwards, a sound of maniacal laughter resounded through the air, shaking all the heavens in all worlds, and the stars fell and exploded one after another.

"It's...it's him?"

Under the watchful eyes of the old man sweeping the floor, a middle-aged man with a human appearance teleported over. He had a majestic face. Although he restrained his divine power, his gestures and gestures exuded an aura of contempt for eternity, and his whole body flowed with divine light.

"The Heavenly Silkworm Holy Emperor!"

The face of the sweeping old man was full of shock.

In the past, when the Heavenly Silkworm Holy Emperor stepped into the ranks of gods and transformed into a true god, he saw it with his own eyes. He also vividly remembered that the Heavenly Silkworm Holy Emperor was transferred away by the Divine Kingdom of Baiyun and formed an army to go to the battlefield.

After less than 10,000 years, the other party returned unharmed.

You know, he is the guardian of the three thousand worlds. It is easy to leave the first-level world, but it is difficult to come back.

"Holy Emperor..."

The old sweeper hesitated for a moment, then lowered his posture and went up to him.

The Three Thousand Worlds is no longer what it used to be, and he, the guardian of the planes, is really nothing.

However, the Heavenly Silkworm Sacred Emperor just glanced at the sweeping old man, and then looked behind him.

"The old sweeper?"

"It's been a long time!"

There, there was a gentle voice coming, but it fell into the ears of the sweeping old man, but it sounded like thunder.

I saw a young man in black clothes and black hair walking over the air, not aware of the slightest divine power, followed by a slender man who was curiously looking at everything in the Three Thousand Worlds.

"Xiao! Ye!"

"You...you are back!"

The old man who swept the floor shrank his pupils violently and was completely stunned.

Although more than a hundred thousand years have passed, the impression Xiao Ye gave him was too deep,

Indelible for life.

In terms of qualifications, Xiao Ye is far inferior to the ancestors of the Three Thousand Great Realms, but his great achievements are the first person to create the world in the Three Thousand Great Realms, and he is an existence that is sincerely worshiped by all ethnic groups.

Xiao Ye broke many rules and iron laws of the Three Thousand Great Realm, which is also the real meaning, the existence that pushed the Three Thousand Great Realm to the height of God.

After hundreds of thousands of years, Xiao Ye unexpectedly returned with the Heavenly Silkworm Sacred Emperor.

"Old man sweeping the floor, see you again, don't you plan to invite me, an old friend, to have a drink or two?"

At this moment, Xiao Ye looked at the sweeping old man with a smile and said.

Xiao Ye was in a good mood after returning to the Three Thousand Worlds.

The most important thing is that after returning here, his god-level will shrouded him, and he immediately discovered that Xiaobai, the Four True Spirit Emperors, Bingya and others were still staying here!

It made him ecstatic.

At the same time, Xiao Ye also discovered that the three thousand great worlds are no longer what they used to be, and many auras of god-level powerhouses have been born.

Xiao Ye did not rush to find relatives, but found the old man sweeping the floor.

Baiyun devoted all his energy to the war against Great Qin, and recruited god-level creatures from countless first-level worlds to form an army. There was no reason to let go of the three thousand worlds.

This point can be seen from what happened to the Heavenly Silkworm Sacred Emperor.

What's more, this is his hometown, and it is paid attention to by Baiyun Divine Kingdom. Lei Meng can even capture him to threaten him, so why not attack his old friend?

And the sweeping old man, as the guardian of the three thousand worlds, must know everything that happened in these years.

Xiao Ye couldn't feel at ease if he didn't understand this point.

"Thanks to Master Xiao Ye, how dare I refuse. It just so happens that I have indeed collected a few jars of fine wine. I just hope that Master Xiao Ye will not dislike the humble house."

The old man sweeping the ground smiled wryly, and guided Xiao Ye to land on the desolate ancient star, walked into the stone house, took out five altars of fine wine, placed them on the stone table, and invited Xiao Ye, Heavenly Silkworm Sacred Emperor, and Ziyue Ji to sit down.

"It's still the fine wine from my hometown, it tastes better!"

Xiao Ye flicked his fingers to taste the wine, his face full of emotion.

"Although the fine wine in my hometown is good, the taste has changed. Mr. Xiao Ye, please don't be greedy, just leave after drinking."

The old man sweeping the floor spoke with deep meaning.

"Why?" Xiao Ye looked up.

"Over a hundred thousand years, too much has changed, too much has been eliminated, and too much has been created. In today's Three Thousand Worlds, martial arts are flourishing, a hundred flowers are blooming, and evildoers are rampant."

"There are dozens of newly promoted god-level powerhouses alone."

"Even I, the guardian of the plane, can only be reduced to the embarrassing situation where I am recuperating here."

"Lord Xiao Ye, your name is probably not remembered by many people in the Three Thousand Worlds."

The sweeping old man sighed.

"History changes, the years change, and the past is the past. It is normal to count the romantic figures and look at the present."

"So, am I, Xiao Ye, leaving? It's ridiculous."

Xiao Ye didn't argue and said calmly.

"Lord Xiao Ye, what if I say that there is still an army of worshiping clouds hidden in the three thousand worlds?"

The old sweeper was silent for a long time, and then said softly.

(The third one is here!)

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