Reborn 80,000 Years Chapter 1531: The collapsed world!

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The first thousand five hundred and thirty-first chapters collapsed world!

The huge, boundless, unsentimental eyes, after looking at the "Emperor" wearing golden flames, suddenly disappeared from the sky.

After the eyes disappeared, the sky returned to silence again. Countless clouds rushed from all around and shrouded in the sky again, and the sun shone through the clouds and shrouded the earth.

Everything seems to have restored peace.

After those eyes disappeared, everyone was quietly relieved, but everyone's face was filled with sadness, which was obviously not particularly relaxed.

"What is that?"

"That eye...what the **** is it?"

"Could it be that the eye just made the meteorite?"

Countless suspicions filled the hearts of all soldiers, and the same filled Yang Chen's hearts. Like them, Yang Chen's eyes were filled with doubts, and he was extremely curious about the eye in the sky.

However.

Faced with everyone's inquiries, the "Emperor" wearing the golden armor waved his hand faintly, turned and left. Although Yang Chen could not see his face clearly, judging from his words and deeds, it can be seen that at this moment, "Emperor Zun" is obviously a little lackluster and full of loss.

"The Emperor!"

"The Emperor!"

Seeing this scene, everyone around immediately chased up and drifted away.

When everyone went further and further away, Yang Chen only felt that the surrounding scenery suddenly became blurred, and the world seemed to turn around at this moment.

When Yang Chen came back to his senses, the surrounding scenery changed again.

This time, Yang Chen found himself standing in ruins.

The surrounding area suddenly became devastated, and the ground was covered with ruins, the ruins of buildings, the ruins of plants, the remains of humans and animals... Yang Chen stood in a deep pit. The bottom of his feet was not soil, but countless. Dead body and stump with broken arm.

There is no fishy smell here.

Because these people have not known how long they have been dead, the fishy smell has long disappeared in the air, leaving only the disgusting smell of rotting, which is constantly spreading in the air.

"This...what is going on?"

Seeing this scene, Yang Chen's pupils shrank severely, and his eyes also showed shock.

He lifted his foot, stepped on the remains of the corpses, and slowly climbed into the pit. However, what makes Yang Chen even more desperate is that there are still ruins outside the deep pit... The houses collapsed to the ground, the trees dried up, and the suspended islands seemed to have lost their gravity, and they continued to fall towards the ground... The rotting corpses fell on the ground, piled up into hills, and the stench filled the sky, even Yang Chen couldn't help but a surge of blood and blood, causing nausea.

There are ruins everywhere, with no end in sight.

The only few remaining creatures are the vultures hovering above their heads. They are enjoying the corpses on the ground to their fullest, making a screaming cry.

Everything is like the doomsday.

Yang Chen saw the remains of a giant dragon, and his body was completely rotten. It lay quietly on the ground, lifeless, allowing the vulture to peck at its flesh.

Yang Chen also saw an old man sitting cross-legged. The old man's eyes widened and his face was hideous. Before he died, he seemed to be suffering great anger and unwillingness. Although his body rotted, his whole person was still very vigorous, even the vultures did not dare to get too close to him.

Yang Chen buried his body in the soil.

After the old man entered the soil, his eyes, which had been open for an unknown amount of time, slowly closed. The hideous smoke on his face disappeared, replaced by a touch of peace and tranquility.

Yang Chen walked forward slowly.

When he encountered a corpse, he buried a corpse.

When he meets a vulture, he drives a vulture.

Time flies, time flies.

Yang Chen didn't know how long he stayed in this ruin, maybe one year, maybe two years, maybe ten or a hundred years. During these long years, Yang Chen has been repeating the actions of digging and burying.

He didn't know how many bodies he buried.

The graves on the ground are one after another.

Yang Chen didn't know their names, so he could only erect pieces of tombstones without words for them.

But there are too many dead bodies here, even if countless years have been exhausted, the dead bodies and ruins here still have no end in sight.

Walk on.

Yang Chen suddenly stopped and stood.

"Huh?" A surprised sound came from Yang Chen's mouth, and a cemetery suddenly appeared not far from him?

The appearance of this cemetery is very exquisite, and it is also very luxuriously built, with countless maple trees planted around it. Against the backdrop of the red maple leaves, this cemetery looks poignant and lonely, giving people a sad feeling.

"Here... there is a mausoleum?"

"Who built it?"

The voice of doubt came from Yang Chen's mouth, and his eyes also showed curiosity. He thought that in this world, no one would dig graves for these people except him.

But I didn't expect that there are people doing the same thing as myself?

Before the cemetery.

A stone stele was erected.

A few words are engraved on the stone tablet.

The Tomb of Gods and Demons!

These words are full of tragic and vicissitudes of life.

Yang Chen couldn't help but lifted his foot and walked towards the cemetery. What is strange is that the outside environment is dilapidated and full of ruins. But inside the cemetery is extremely clean, whether it is the tombstone or the ground, it is very tidy.

It's as if people often come to clean.

Yang Chen approached one of the tombstones and carefully read the words on it: "The Tomb of the True Immortal Wuji... was born in the twenty-seventh year of the Xianli calendar, and died in the collapse of the Xianyu..."

Yang Chen looked at another tombstone again.

"Nuwa's tomb of true immortal... was born in the eighty-seventh year of Xianli, died in the collapse of Xianyu..."

"Xianyu collapsed?"

Seeing these words, Yang Chen frowned. He seemed to remember something, and immediately looked at the other tombstones.

"The tomb of Tianhe Zhenxian... was born in 1966 in Xianli, died in the collapse of Xianyu..."

"The tomb of the true immortal of Fuxi... was born in Xianli 391, died in the collapse of Xianyu..."

"The tomb of the immortal emperor... was born before Xianli, died in the collapse of Xianyu..."

……

Countless tombstones.

Different births.

The same ending.

Almost every tombstone will be engraved with the same words, and died in the collapse of Xianyu.

It seems that everyone's ending is buried in the collapse of this so-called fairyland.

"Is it?"

Yang Chen seemed to be thinking of something. He walked out of the cemetery abruptly and looked at the endless ruins in front of him and the lifeless world. An unbelievable emotion instantly filled his chest, and Yang Chen's scalp was also slightly numb.

"This world, has it collapsed?"

"What disaster is it that can save so many true immortals? This world...what is it?"