The emperor, dressed in a black robe with wide sleeves, has long hair hanging down his back. He is simple and unadorned, and his handsome face shows the unique authority of the monarch. He steps barefoot in the void and displays the posture of a dragon and a tiger as he moves.
"Old Tang, is this person looking at us?"
Lu Mingfei, who was arm-in-arm with Ronald Tang just a second ago, was the first to feel the weight of his gaze.
"Yes, I feel a bit like Li Yongyuan."
Old Tang also secretly glanced at the black-robed figure who suddenly appeared in the screening room, and sure enough, he found that Li Longyuan in Su Xiaoqiang's arms was missing.
"Who are you?"
Su Xiaoqiang, who had been hugging the boy tightly just now, suddenly froze, looked at his empty hands, and looked up.
A face that was no different from Li Yongyuan, but with a noble temperament appeared in his field of vision.
This kind of dignity does not come from the nobility cultivated by being born in an ancient family, which comes from the blood inheritance of the family for generations, but the dignity that the sky is above, all living beings kneel down, and the achievements of the three emperors and five emperors are greater.
Immediately afterwards, the girl saw the other person looking down, her dark hair falling loose, her golden eyes flashing away, and she lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
The visitor turned around and glanced at the two people who were still standing in the screening room as if facing a formidable enemy. After taking one step, they disappeared without a trace. Only the space around them rippled like water waves, which lasted for a while before calming down.
"I seem to see the traces of the sun, moon and stars passing through those golden eyes."
Empress Old Tang exhaled fearfully. If Lu Mingfei, after transforming into a dragon, could give him a sense of crisis as he was evenly matched, then that glance just now made him see the gap clearly.
"Hey, you said before that you can fulfill any wish I have, including defeating the man in black robe who just disappeared in front of us?"
Lu Mingfei asked the little devil tentatively in his mind, feeling that the majestic pumping energy and blood in his body almost stopped under that gaze.
The handsome face of the young man, who frowned slightly, turned around and revealed a cheerful smile.
"Brother, believe in yourself, we are omnipotent. Of course, if you are willing to add a quarter of your life, maybe you can fight easier."
"Shut up, profiteer." Lu Mingfei shouted coldly.
"But is the man just now really Mr. Li? He has such a domineering aura."
"He is the one who can pull us down from the throne." The little devil held his hands tightly against the back of his head, his golden eyes were deep and distant.
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The red sun hangs high, the jade towers stand tall, and the black-robed emperor walks in the sky, with clouds and mist behind him like a soaring dragon with its teeth and claws dancing.
Every step he takes is very slow, but every time he appears, he is dozens of feet away, as if he is stepping into another overlapping world.
In the dark hall, the decoration is minimal, except for a long-bright lamp made of bronze.
Li Chengqian was wearing a Taoist priest's uniform and a green jade hairpin. He was sitting upright, holding a few pieces in his hands, frowning in deep thought at the densely packed black and white forces on the chessboard. He seemed not to notice the unusual intruders in Yunding Heavenly Palace.
The next second, the awe-inspiring emperor in black robes stood in front of the old man with his golden eyes that encompassed everything in the universe.
"I have obviously already used Tai'a sword..."
Li Chengqian was slightly surprised when he looked at the emperor who looked exactly like Li Longyuan.
"Stop pretending, he can't hear you."
The emperor clasped his hands in front of his sleeves, looking at the scene in the hall casually, and interrupted him coldly.
"He is truly worthy of being an emperor throughout the ages."
Li Chengqian stood up, his old face as wrinkled as tree bark cracked and showed an admiring smile, although his expression was slightly ferocious.
"The former First Emperor has died. His body has disappeared into the material world, and his spirit has disappeared into the history books passed down. Everything he once created has disappeared into the dust of history."
The emperor stretched out his strong and slender hands to pick up a piece from the chess jar and said softly.
"The dead can be sealed in coffins. Everything they did can be debated by future generations. In the sung of the world and under the knives of historians, the facts have long been obliterated beyond recognition by the wind and frost of time."
"So from the moment history books were created, they have cast a heavy veil over the original reality. In fact, people don't care about the past. They just want to find the side of themselves that they want to believe in from history. Looking for
A sense of identity."
"For me, the title I used to have has disappeared with the wind."
The emperor stretched out his fingers and pressed the cool sunspot polished from jade to the Tianyuan position of the chessboard. Even though there was already a chess piece on it, it was still shaken into chestnut powder silently.
In other words, when this chess piece fell, all the other chess pieces were weathered like sand and stone, and even the chessboard was torn into pieces.
"You deserve to die, Li Chengqian."
The emperor's voice was cold, without any complex emotions such as hatred or excitement. He seemed to be stating a fact calmly.
"So what was the cause of death? Accidental murder?"
Li Chengqian straightened his clothes and asked with an undiminished smile.
"on one's last legs."
The emperor couldn't help but shake his head.
With just one move of his right hand, the surrounding space rippled like ripples, and a stream of golden light flew from the hidden corner of the hall at high speed, turning into a sword and falling into the emperor's hand.
The slender hilt, as black as ink, is inlaid with three-wheeled golden patterns of the sun, moon and stars, and the black scabbard is painted with twelve kinds of decorations symbolizing the world in silver patterns.
The emperor stretched out his hand and drew his sword out of its scabbard. The back of the sword with its chaotic ancient patterns was engraved with the word "Tai'a" in ancient seal script. A vivid dragon roamed and roared in the narrow body of the sword.
Immediately, he flicked his fingers on the sword, and Tai'a deformed from the tip of the sword along the edge of the sword. The entire sword turned into a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon that circled over the emperor. Finally, it opened its head and roared to the sky.
The Yunding Tiangong, which covers an unknown amount of land, was shaken by the roar of the dragon.
Immediately, the golden dragon lowered its head, and its gorgeous and muscular body penetrated directly into the emperor's body. The aura of awe-inspiring nobleness suddenly swept across the audience, as if the power that had been buried in history was reawakened.
The entire palace was shaking violently, as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were falling.
The next second, he regained his composure.
Li Chengqian was left alone to sit in the dark and empty hall, looking at the upside-down stars in the periphery with a sense of loss. He had no time to appreciate the beautiful night.
"puff!"
The stern young man in black opened his mouth and vomited blood. The right hand holding the handle of the mackerel skin was trembling. He was violently knocked back by a punch with a metallic luster. The luxuriously decorated vases in the store also shattered all over the floor in the aftermath of the battle.
The Mountain King and his fellow ghost cavemen pushed open the carved metal bronze door of the teahouse and walked into the main hall. His huge body stepped on the thin printed felt carpet, and the tables, chairs and cabinets around him were faintly shaking.
"Songpa, you have to live."
Wu Xiao stood beside the Mountain King like a dog-headed military advisor and gave instructions. The bronze-skinned man with a white band on his head nodded coldly and walked towards Chu Zihang who was kneeling on one knee.
I happened to meet a beautiful woman wearing a palace dress who was walking in from the back door around the corner.
She held a gorgeous bronze sword in her right hand, and the sword's tip, covered with intricate patterns, was still dripping with blood.
"Ren Kui is dead?"
Wu Xiao and other members of the ghost cave looked at the mysterious woman who appeared in disbelief. Ren Kui, who was responsible for blocking the back door of the teahouse, was on par with Songpa. They both took the position of leader of the ghost cave purely based on their own strength.
A slaying sword makes him cunning and cunning, specializing in the three paths of people. Even many members of the ghost cave died when this guy suddenly rose up and slashed with the sword. He was an out-and-out lunatic.
But he died so easily?
This chapter has been completed!