An extremely old black dog with almost all hair on its body, its old eyes full of muddy tears, carried the emperor's corpse on its back and tried hard to straighten its rickety back.

"There's not much left in this life. I want to bring you back."

This is its wish. How could such a powerful Emperor of Heaven die? It wants him to come back to life.

However, its time is running out, and if it doesn't make a last ditch effort, it may never have a chance.

The old wounds are hard to heal, and the blood has long since dried up, leaving only the last short stretch of its declining life.

Time is like a knife, it will eventually cut off everything.

It is no longer strong, but it really wants to see his majestic and invincible body return, to see him cut off the soul river with a roar, to see him punch the floating earth in all directions...the glorious years will reappear.

When it was on its way, something came out of the sky and blocked its eyes.

"Huh?!" Black Dog stopped, his pupils narrowed.

A rotten hand weakly passed through the space and came to it with an animal skin book.

"If you are alive, there is still hope. As long as you are still there and have not returned to dust, there may not be a turning point in the future. If you keep working hard, you and I will both live."

There are not many words, but there is a heavy worry and care in the vicissitudes of life, as well as a reluctance to leave the world. He advises the black dog not to be impulsive.

This hand looks a little fat, or maybe swollen, and is gray-black and rancid. It is unbearable to see. It means that it has experienced such a disaster and is still alive tenaciously.

The big black dog was a little dazed when he saw this hand, and then he bared his teeth fiercely, but in the end he was just sad.

In the chaos, a man who was missing his right hand sat there weakly and sighed: "If you choose to go, I will go with you and fight again at the end of the Soul River, but you bitch, you have to work hard to live."

The people back then... were all dead, and there were not many left. One after another, the battles over the survival of the worlds depleted the vitality of their generation and caused serious injuries all over their bodies.

It’s an unimaginable sacrifice, but not many people know about it now.

How many talents have withered away, leaving behind ruins.

The black dog's eyes are red, and the animal skin book brought by the rotting hand writes about the past years and the reluctance to leave this world. Their survival is the last proof and trace left by that generation. If so,

If you die, there will be nothing left, even the traces will be completely erased.

Any mention of past glory, even its existence, will be submerged in the dust of history and forgotten by future generations.

"But I still want to go... fight again, I'm not willing to do it!" The black dog looked up to the sky and roared. Although he was skinny, he held his head high.

It carried the emperor's corpse on its back, looked back at the rotten hands and the animal skin book, and took steps with difficulty.

…

At the end of the Soul River, in the world behind the door.

After the man in Wu Guangzhong activated the bell piece and the bronze, he became quiet. He said he was spreading the news or looking for someone to take the blame. In fact, he was not trying to harm anyone.

What does he want to do? He wants to cause big trouble, threaten Soul River, and refuse to give any benefits, but fight to the end and cripple this place!

At this stage, Soul River seems to be very reluctant to start a war.

He found someone to take the blame, or in other words, roped in strong people to join him, hoping to conquer the enemy without a fight and scare the creatures in the Soul River.

"That dog...that emperor won't live long." He sighed softly.

If we can find the medicine that the dog wants, it may change a lot of things, and the fate of the deceased may be reshaped. The impact will be far-reaching and boundless, and it may shake the foundation of ancient and modern times.

He had heard about those people and those things before, and was one of the few people who knew the truth. When he was young, he had longed for it, with passion and passion, aiming at that splendid world.

At this stage, he sighed.

The white crow was transmitting messages and talking to him. He lowered his attitude slightly and said that he would give him two ancestral talisman papers and let him leave immediately.

"Are you sending away beggars? I want a hundred tickets, and you give me two? Damn duck!"

The man in the dark light raised his eyebrows, his pupils burst with divine light, and he was about to hit the bronze coffin with a long piece of metal that had fallen off.

Bai Ya's face was gloomy. How many years and epochs have passed? Where can I find a hundred pieces of that kind of talisman?

Even if we go through all the pits of reincarnation in various forms, those that exist, those that are broken, those that are buried, those that disappear, we probably won’t be able to collect a hundred of them!

"You are forcing someone into a difficult situation. Where can I find it for you? I have already shown my sincerity. Are you sure... that you want to fight?!"

The white crow's face was extremely cold, and both wings emitted a dazzling white light, like a pale sun burning and releasing destructive substances.

"How dare you try not to talk to me properly again?!" The man in the black light was so powerful that he threatened him face to face and took action.

The long bronze block he held in his hand spread out runes and used energy to construct a vague copper coffin, and the coffin plates were first assembled.

With a bang, he carried the coffin board and rushed over, directly shooting the powerful and intimidating white crow.

The white crow was angry. How many people have dared to do this to it over the years? Today, it was actively provoked again and again.

"Don't take my patience and putting priority on important matters as weakness. When I was bloodbathing all the heavens and all walks of life, your master didn't even know where he was!

While speaking, the white crow's body remained unchanged and was still over a foot long, but its wings shone brightly, and the feathers on them swelled, clanking like a hundred thousand heavenly swords.

Then, all the white feathers turned into rainbows, and they were as thick as a mountain, piercing through the void and thrusting forward. They were comparable to the spears that broke the sky, and were as sharp as any.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A harsh sound came, and the white feathers emitted a dazzling light, turning into sky-shattering spears, all piercing into the eyes, and the soul river boiled and burned.

Each feather turned into a spear tip carries soul power like an ocean, turbulent and agitated, just like the sea of ​​stars rising and falling, shocking the heart!

However, all the feathers are blocked by... the coffin board!

The coffin board made of bronze blocks is like a world-conquering magic mountain, pressing down, blocking everything, covering the heaven and earth, and resisting a hundred thousand dazzling flying feathers.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The avenue was filled with flames, order was broken, the place was in chaos, and space and time collapsed.

"Damn duck, you are not in the right state!"

The man in the dark light carried the coffin board and pressed directly over it. He stepped forward step by step and forced himself to the high ground in front, looking down at the white crow.

At the tail of the white crow, a special feather shines, and it swells up, as bright as the feathers of a phoenix, leading to the end of the soul river and to a certain ultimate place!

At this time, the aura on its body was different, as if it had suddenly improved a lot.

It said with a cold face: "Don't force me. If you really force me to appear in my perfect body, you can't imagine the consequences. If the heavens are not stained with blood, I will not return!"

Then, it softened its expression and said, "What exactly do you want?"

"What on earth do I want?" The man in the dark light has flowing black hair, his face is fair, his eyes are extremely sharp, his heroic spirit is overwhelming, and his powerful aura surges, he said: "From a long-term perspective, I want to wipe you all out and overthrow the four poles.

Uncovering the old land, burying the graves of heaven and earth, sorting out the ancient cycle of reincarnation before the emperor's fall, and... forget it, I don't want to go too far."

In the distance, the white crow is in a daze. Even a creature like it thinks that the man in the dark light is crazy. What are you thinking?! Are you crazy?

With a sigh, the man in the dark light was no longer so strong, and said in a low tone: "But right now, I just want her to survive!"

He lowered his head and looked at a piece of dim petals that had withered away, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Talking about the future, talking about the general trend, if you can't even protect the people around you, you can't even protect a beauty who is trying to keep up with you, so what qualifications do you have to talk about breaking the situation and changing the world?

Thinking of this, the man in Wu Guangzhong was like a mountain, forcing him to step forward and said: "I just want her to survive. I have said it many times. Give me another hundred ancestral talisman papers. Will you give it to me?!"

"

This negotiation...cannot continue.

If you meet a madman, you will be driven to death... The rhythm of the crow makes the white crow hate him so much that he wants to curse him.

However, due to some concerns, it does not want the ultimate earthquake in the depths of the Soul River, and now focuses on silence, wanting to stabilize all restless factors.

It took a deep breath and said: "If you want to reincarnate a person, one talisman is enough. Why do you want so many?"

"Everyone is gone, corpses have turned into dust, and souls have turned into rain of light. Who can use the talisman paper? How can one piece be enough?" The man in the dark light spoke in a low voice, "I want more, with the ancestral talisman paper."

The remaining supreme power can re-condensate a wisp of her ghost, and perhaps, we can create something out of nothing and bring her back!"

The white crow's eyes are unkind, and the depths of his eyes are cold. People who are completely dead have no souls. You are still messing around. Why do you want to talk about reincarnation?

No wonder he wants a hundred pieces of ancestral talisman paper. He wants to use the supreme power of the legendary one to create something from nothing. This is no longer a question of Tao and creation. It is indescribable and incomprehensible.

Bai Ya gritted his teeth. This was unrealistic. Even Soul River couldn't provide it. The ancestral talisman paper left by the man back then was almost used up. How could there be so many of them after so many years.

Even if some unimaginable old guys from all walks of life have stocks in their hands, they may not be able to reach this amount together.

Besides, who will take it out?

Bai Ya said: "You have to understand that we really don't have many cards in our hands. We were very difficult to deal with that person back then and didn't want to have contact with him. This is something we got from later generations and cannot satisfy you."

"That's nice to say. Don't want to deal with it? Don't want to have contact? You are hiding, don't dare to show up!" the man in the dark light ridiculed.

Bai Ya was angry. It was an unspeakable period of time. Due to some factors, Soul River was isolated from the outside world and fell into crisis. Coupled with the appearance of that person, Soul River was indeed even more silent.

It said in a cold voice: "We all admit that that person is strong, but he is not invincible or unable to fight. There is something wrong with us. The source of the Soul River has changed."

It spoke very coldly and indifferently, saying: "It takes time for anyone to grow. If it hadn't been for the changes in Soul River back then, you should believe that Soul River's strength would not be able to stop anyone?!"

"But that person has risen, what can you do? Later, he was still looking for you, and he was also looking for the end of the underworld, and he also wanted to burn the earth at the four extremes. If he left in a hurry for a more pressing reason, it was probably your father.

They are all dead ducks a long time ago, and the beings behind your clan have also died and kicked their legs!"

"You can be arrogant and wanton with me, but there are some beings that cannot be slandered or insulted by you. They are invincible. They truly look down at the eternity and sit back and watch the changes of one era after another. Even if that person comes back, they cannot be pacified!

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"What a joke, do you dare to use the special altar in the Soul River Ultimate Land? Use it to burn Taoism, burn ancestral talismans, recite that person's name, provoke that person, and see if he can come back and destroy you and the others!"
To be continued...