The sea of fire was surging all over the sky, and a hole was torn open in the sky above the sea of fire.
A man whose whole body was burning with blazing flames appeared on it through the air.
The man's whole body was shrouded in flames, with only his face clearly exposed.
He was tall and tall, as if the God of Fire had descended from the sky, and the flames were raging happily all around.
"Who are you?" The Vulcan man's voice was like a blow to the head, and he shouted: "How dare you break into the forbidden area?"
"Oh, you are the being who controlled this space before," Xu Zimo said.
He had previously thought that the person controlling this space was a man imprisoned by chains, but now it seemed that it was someone else.
The flaming man in front of me looks like the guardian of this space.
"I am Xingyan of the Fire Tribe," the flame man said proudly.
"You retreat now, and I can forget the guilt.
Otherwise, you will get into big trouble and no one will be able to save you."
"Fire Tribe Xing Yan?" The God Emperor was slightly startled, looked at Xu Zimo and said, "This seems to be a very ancient ancestor of the Fire Tribe."
"What kind of ancestor? He is just a lackey of Fairy Wanhua now," the man under the flame snorted coldly.
"Emperor Qi Tian, you are already destined to die, so why are you still uttering such arrogant words," Xing Yan said coldly.
"Fairy Wanhua promised me that as long as I guard the day of your death, she will help me ascend to the outer sky and open the ninth vein gate."
When Xing Yan said this, he looked at Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo again and dissuaded them: "Why do you two have to wade through this muddy water?
Wanhua Fairy is such an existence. To put it bluntly, even in the outer world, she is one of the most powerful.
Is it really worth it for a dying person?
Besides, I think both of you are capable of going to the outer world in the future, do you really want to establish this formidable enemy?"
After hearing Xing Yan's words, the other party analyzed the pros and cons for himself while using the Wanhua Fairy to beat the two of them.
After all, compared to the existence of the Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy, the benefits that this man in front of me can provide have yet to be considered.
Xu Zimo chuckled lightly and said: "What you said makes sense, but my personality is the kind of person who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to travel in the mountains with tigers."
"It seems that you two are determined to stay," Xing Yan said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Let the master behind you come out, you can't threaten me yet," Xu Zimo said.
"No matter how strong Fairy Ten Thousand Flowers is, it doesn't matter how many years have passed since my ancestor of the first generation of the Zhenwu Saint Sect ascended to the throne.
How could the Fourth Emperor be afraid of others when he was out there that day?"
As Xu Zimo finished speaking, the God Emperor raised his hands and suppressed the Xing Yan directly.
The moment the God Emperor took action, Xing Yan felt great pressure.
It was just a brief confrontation before, and he didn't have such a clear feeling himself.
A sea of fire surged around the body, and the sea of fire turned into the shadow of a giant beast and swallowed it directly towards the palm of the God Emperor.
"I don't know what to say," the God Emperor snorted coldly.
The profound meaning of Shinto was condensed in the palm of my hand, and the sea of fire that filled the sky disappeared in just an instant.
Boundless power suppressed the space, and this palm directly knocked Xing Yan flying down from the sky.
Seeing the mighty palm suppressing him again, Xing Yan could clearly see the gap between the two.
With a look of horror on his face, he took out a petal from the void and held it in front of him.
The petals were pure white, and the moment they appeared, the void seemed to be frozen.
I saw the petals spinning rapidly, and there was a rain of flowers all around it.
The rain of withered flowers is not as beautiful as imagined, but instead gives people a sad feeling.
It seems that these petals have withered from their most brilliant period, carrying a strong smell of death.
The next moment, I saw petals crossing the endless void, this most primitive petal passing through the vast rain of flowers.
Kill directly towards the God Emperor.
It carried the ultimate way of death, withered, entangled and withered, and exploded in front of the God Emperor with a "boom" sound.
On the verge of the explosion, the figure of the God Emperor could not restrain himself and fell out.
After repelling the God Emperor, the flower petals remained unyielding, carrying a rain of flowers all over the sky to suppress them.
The God Emperor slowly stood up and looked at the rushing petals with indifferent eyes.
He said angrily: "If you were here today, I would give you three points.
But if you want to suppress me with just one petal, you really think that my tens of thousands of years of cultivation are as unworthy as a feather."
After the God Emperor finished speaking, the void behind him began to distort.
The realm of the boundless world is evolving behind him, and a destiny runs through the long river of time, just like the Milky Way hanging upside down for nine days.
The vastness fell from one end of the sky, and on that fateful day, it seemed as if the great truth was evolving, and the origin of the world was being reshaped.
The God Emperor stretched out his hand and pinched it gently, as if the long river of destiny had cleansed everything, and directly destroyed the petals in his hands.
When the petals dissipated, a "rumbling" sound was heard from the side.
The clouds in the sky were opened, as if a force reached the other side of the sky, and a beam of light shone down from above.
Within this light, a picture appeared.
What was reflected in the picture was a flower pond, but Xu Zimo had never seen the flowers growing in it.
A woman wearing purple gauze was sitting among thousands of flowers, with her back to everyone.
Just one picture made the surrounding atmosphere very solemn.
Xu Zimo looked at the woman in the picture with calm and deep eyes.
"Fairy Wanhua, save me," Xing Yan shouted for help from the side.
Behind the God Emperor, the destiny flows quietly, and a self-space is formed around him, facing the woman in the painting with full power.
"When the flowers wither, the leaves will wither," a voice came from the picture.
Immediately afterwards, Xing Yan's whole body began to rot very quickly.
It seemed like something was corroding his vagina.
"Fairy, you can't do this. I have been guarding here for tens of thousands of years. You promised me, ah!"
Before Xing Yan could finish his words, he saw that his body was completely corroded in place, and in the end nothing was left.
Then the scene began to disappear. It was clear that the woman had her back to everyone, but Xu Zimo still felt as if he was being stared at by something.
At that moment, he felt as if the blood and soul in his body were frozen.
It wasn't until the scene completely faded that the aura around the God Emperor slowly dissipated.
"This world is really wonderful. I am looking forward to that day more and more," Xu Zimo said with a chuckle.
The two of them walked up to the man under the waterfall again.
"I heard him say just now that your name is Emperor Qi Tian?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You don't know that I didn't become emperor in Yuanyang Continent, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it," the man said with a smile.
