Chapter 440 The former emperor now turns his back on all living beings!

The dusk fell, and the ruins were in ruins.

The sky is getting dark and the cold city is covered with snow.

In the wild world, when it will rain, when it will snow, when the wind will blow, and when the fog will come, all are determined by their own destiny.

If it hadn't snowed today.

Outside Shouyang Mountain, the prosperous capital of the ancient country, Emperor Qiu, could not bury all the pungent blood that filled the place.

But even so.

The prosperity that could be seen everywhere in this place in the past has now faded away.

Langfang, a market used for trade and for exchanges between various countries and tribes, is now filled with dark spiritual objects, broken weapons, and mottled blood stained with mutilated skeletons.

Emperor Ji worshiped the gods of the sun and moon and built a large sacrificial place to pray for blessings. The pomp and splendor was unprecedented. Even in the Imperial Hill in the ancient capital, it was supreme and the incense was extremely prosperous.

"The king is carrying Shangqiu, such a large ancient country, and countless tribes on his back. Even if he has to sacrifice his body or even his life, as long as it can make our tribe more prosperous, he will not hesitate at all."

He seemed to hear the silent grief in the First Fire Palace, which was slowly spreading.

"Immortals can't be trusted, but Jiuli. Alas."

The tall figure with an arm missing and a dragon horn on his face looked indifferent, staring at the evil dragon that had temporarily fallen silent and was floating far away in the sky, shrouded by the Nine Palace Formation of Heaven and Earth, and then restrained and balanced, with a sad expression.

I can't tell whether it's disbelief or condolences.

"The elixir from Kunlun Ruins."

Today, how can the King of Thailand achieve this level by himself?

The source of the gaze of these ownerless souls who are between the cycle of life and death, yet still lingering in sorrow, is the source of all misfortunes, the dark shadow in the sky entrenched above the ruins of the First Fire Palace.

"Yinglong."

The ruins of Chuhuo Palace, where the imperial edict was issued to offer sacrifices to the sky.

A strong sense of oppression penetrated people's hearts, and a biting cold breath shrouded every corner.

Hands and swordsmen.

He didn't know where these immortals came from and what they were planning.

Even the heavy snow that fell one after another could not bury the black flames on his body.

That is a person who cannot be described in words.

The king took this elixir and was suddenly transformed. His strength was even comparable to that of the ancient immortal descendants who were rumored to have miracles and were already crowned kings. But who would have thought that the cost would be to lose even his sanity?

"You still have hope in your heart, but"

but.

How difficult that step is!

Therefore, we can only sit in Shouyang Mountain in the hope that we can go further and at the same time open up a way forward for the human race.

This is a decision that every ancient emperor and sage who was born in this era would make without hesitation.

He is a direct descendant of Emperor Ji Xuanyuan, a hybrid of human and true dragon blood. When he was young, he was incompatible with the two clans and was regarded as a heretic. Even though he has innate divine power that can make others fearful, but in the vast world,

There is still no place for anyone else to stay.

If we talk about this world, who can have such an ambition in his heart, except for those few people who only hear his name, who else can be as powerful as Emperor Ji to swallow up the world?

"Bao, Yuhe, Pixiu, and Suanni, the three generals, have taken extraordinary risks and evacuated all the surrounding subjects. At this moment, there is no life in Diqiu!"

"Now that things have come to this, we must prepare for the worst."

Feng Hou, who was entrusted with an important task by Emperor Ji and exuded an air of elegance, fixed her eyes on the former symbol of Emperor Qiu, which had now collapsed: Chuhuo Palace:

After hearing this, Yinglong was horrified.

only.

Along with the fire of misfortune, it burns and spreads in the void.

"Report, Shouyang Mountain, Suihuo Palace, Ancient Chao Kingdom, Wuzu Lingshan, and the Giant Spirit Clan. All have feathered generals flying news. I also ask you to delay the heavens and save my king!"

The young master Qingyang is the only legitimate son of the king and Lord Xiling. He was forced to live by the first god general for a long time. Dazai Fenghou saved him from Diqiu. He should have gone to other places, so why should he go to Shouyang Mountain to send a message?

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Feng Hou looked at the looming immortal aura like an outsider, spoke with sonorous words and was extremely sure, and smiled bitterly for a while:

"I, the Feng Queen, am ready to die today and send the king to heaven."

But the lessons learned from the past are in Diqiu. Emperor Xuanyuan was corrupted by it and his sanity was obscured. There must be a plan. And if something happened to Shouyang Mountain at this time, Emperor Ji would not be able to solve it, let alone Shouyang Mountain?

"The family and the country are in trouble. If at this time, as a member of the royal family, I cannot protect the extremely weak people, then the name of this royal descendant is not worthy of the name."

“Where should I, Shangqiu, go?”

"Your Majesty, even if he loses his mind, how can he not have any fluctuations in his heart even if he has done such a deed?"

Their military leader, Da Chi, was even in charge of the supreme army, beheading people who were immortals and had their heads beheaded, and sent them away with their heads decapitated, creating a great shock.

If Wu Jin, the officiating priest, had not made a bloody sacrifice, Lord Xiling, who joined hands with him in the wind and rain, would have stopped him with his life. In addition, Dazai Fenghou, who was in charge of all affairs of the ancient country, would have sacrificed his life to set up the formation.

I'm afraid, it's not this corner of Diqiu that is in danger.

Instead, he huddled in the ruins of the Chuhuo Palace, hidden in the thick black mist, and fell into silence. Yinglong leaned on a heavy sword that was longer than anyone else, and looked sideways at the sky, where no one could see in all directions.

The place seems to be looming, and I use various instruments to observe the atmosphere of the gods, feeling secretly resentful in my heart.

However, Emperor Ji was the only one who not only praised his strength, but also recognized him as a member of his clan from the bottom of his heart.

Since the first burning of the Suihuo, this year, the strongest ancient emperors and sages of the human race, among the immortals, those who have their own titles, as well as those pure-blooded ancient races who walk the earth,

They're all just a hair's breadth away.

"The Queen Mother of the West, is she still the innate spirit who controls the great sun? How glorious is the ancient lord? It is really shameful to condescend to condescend to scheming against the lives of this clan!"

A series of messages fell into Ying Long's ears, and after hearing the news, Emperor Qiu was completely wiped out. The cold-faced man was just about to relax when he heard the news that was like a bolt from the blue. His expression was dull and his hands were clenched into fists.

Several pale coughs sounded in his ears:

Looking at the few Shangqiu elites gathered around him, who had long disregarded life and death, each one was filled with blood boiling, and imagining the successful generals like dragons and elephants, Ying Long's eyes showed sadness:

"If you die."

Covering the arm that had been completely broken because of blocking Emperor Ji, the blood still did not stop.

"So I predict that he will not take the Immortal Pill, so he will not fall into that scheme. You can rest assured!"

Compared with those places that are far away and need powerful people to hurry up or use witchcraft to communicate with nature and achieve long-distance sound transmission, this is the Daxian Taoist Temple that is closest to Shangqiu and the most connected.

Therefore, the reason why he is willing to serve under him is not only because he respects himself, but also because of his ambitions that he has almost never talked about with others and only buried deep in his heart.

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For a moment, there were slight cracks in the indifference on his face, and Ying Long shuddered.

One overthrow can cause ten generations to work hard, and the pursuit of thousands of years will be in vain and flow into the east;

They died because of him, and they exist because of him.

Everything seems to have changed.

Everything in Diqiu seems to be coming to an end, and the silent lament is like the crows neighing at the end of the night, hoarse, but full of despair.

"If the king breaks out again, even if we risk our lives, we can't let him take a step out of the emperor's hill. The only one closest to here is Taihuang Taiyi. Although he is about to die, but!"

Looking at the winter snow that was originally so powerful that it could cover the sun and the moon and make the gods descend suddenly, it was also unable to overwhelm the ancient dragon of disaster in Emperor Qiu. At this time, it unexpectedly changed from normal. Not only did it no longer break through the universe array set up by Dazai Fenghou,

He no longer competes with Li Mu, the best general in Shangqiu, who is said to be able to shoot the sun with his bow.

"Go to various ancient countries and tribes to invite great sages to come to our Emperor Qiu to solve this disaster. Who is the person who went to Shouyang Mountain?"

But now the crisis is approaching, and the great sacrificial hall has finally become unbearably weak. The shaman has died and the beams and pillars have collapsed.

So now, the country of Shangqiu can be said to be the culmination of all previous branches.

None of the oldest batch could do it.

"Then as long as the Emperor of Tai is still alive, we will fight to the death to seal the Emperor's Hill and bury him with the king. Then someone will take care of the young master out of our old friendship. It will be considered a blessing in misfortune."

So much so that the hidden dangers in his body and the Jianghuang Shennong who compiled a book of all-purpose medicines and brought cultivation aids to various tribes of the human race, as well as medicines for curing and rescuing diseases, which can be regarded as eternal merits, did not give in too much.

But in the end, it was the Shangqiu lineage that held the orthodox position of Dingding, and thousands of tribes from all over the country came to court, and could even pay tribute to Emperor Sui with the "First Fire" to show their righteousness.

The human race has two branches, one is Jiuli, and the other is the land where the sun rises. They are like the mountain-like clan of ancient gods and men. They are uniquely endowed with nature. Although they are not as good as the immortals, as long as they reach adulthood, they are all

Able to fight with ferocious wild beasts without falling behind, showing great strength.

"Reporting to the great witch Jin who spread Zhuyin's method of calming the spirit, he died with bloodshed, and the king of Xiling, Concubine Shangyuan, passed away!"

Everything in this world is actually like this.

If you want someone to be on par with the immortals, those who are like him will not be regarded as heretics as they are now. If you want to be called a hundred tribes in the wilderness, they will be proud to be related to the human race and be related to each other!

This was his original intention of offering sacrifices to the immortals.

I thought of a certain person who traveled half of the wilderness, became famous in the nine ancient kingdoms of the human race, and even in countless tribes. After giving up asking for immortals in Kongtong, he sat in the ancient Shangqiu Kingdom, Shouyang Mountain, and was named the emperor.

, his complexion suddenly changed drastically.

"No, the guy from Shouyang Mountain seems to have been given this elixir too!"

That was the place where the supreme being of the ancient Shangqiu Kingdom commanded all directions to live.

After all, Emperor Ji and the master of Shouyang Mountain were born in the same generation. They had a close relationship and cherished each other. They were both figures who were determined to drag the human race forward and move forward. If he had known about the situation here, he would never stand idly by.

"He is different from the king."

The lingering soul and the questioning murmurs still exude resentment and confusion, like the faint starlight in the night, twinkling and permeating the entire Emperor Qiu.

"Aren't you our emperor?"

Therefore, hundreds of thousands of years ago, if the human race could fight against those pure-blooded ancient races, or fight against dragons, phoenixes, and great demons, the first place in this area would be the ancient Jiuli Kingdom in the north.

only.

Although Emperor Tai was strong, the path of cultivation he had followed in his previous life was too complex and he had taken too many twists and turns.

There is also the unparalleled magnificence, who ruled the Xiling clan, and after merging with Diqiu, he became the leader of the ancient Shangqiu Kingdom, Xiling Jun. That was the person who stayed with the king all his life!

In the entire ancient country, how many human beings could be spared from danger?

The rickety old shaman Jin, who was of the same generation as Emperor Sui, lived for a long time. He watched Shangqiu step by step from the vast wilderness to where he is today. He survived to this day with secret techniques, and never thought that his longevity was approaching.

, died of old age, and was buried in the hands of his own emperor.

"A big disaster has occurred in Emperor Qiu, so who is it?"

Ji's lineage inherits the aura of heaven and earth. As a gift from Emperor Wa, they are born with royal blood. If not for their physical weakness, they are actually comparable to the ancient lineage of immortals. In this generation, they are even more prosperous.

"Although that boy Ji Qingyang is talented, he is too young after all. He suddenly encountered a disaster. He must learn to shoulder the responsibilities that the Ji family should bear."

Until I came to Shangqiu and saw Emperor Ji Xuanyuan.

His owner’s name is:

Emperor Ji, Xuanyuan!

The ancient country of Shangqiu may not seem huge when viewed from the vast wilderness, but to the ancient human country and its vast tribes, it is a humane and orthodox country. Even the emperor who lit the fire and established the national system,

The ancient nest country, which gathered sand into a tower, is also incomparable.

None of the ancient gods who were praised for their miracles showed up, and the breath of death filled every corner of the ancient city.

However, there are still some figures of Tao who are still lingering in the ancient empire that has fallen now, unwilling to retreat.

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The capital of the ancient country, Diqiu, outside Chuhuo Palace.

"What's more, Emperor Ji has always been courteous and cautious when offering sacrifices to immortals. With such conscientiousness and hard work, in exchange for a pill, I thought I would be able to take the opportunity to break through the shackles and support the ancient country of Shangqiu to move forward, getting closer to the ambition in my heart, but instead

Unexpectedly, alas!"

The fairy goddess came to the mortal world and delivered the elixir of immortality.

Yinglong's eyes were as dark as water, and he could not suppress the anger in his heart.

Thinking of Ji Qiu's appearance, and the white-haired human race with an aloof and noble figure, Fenghou's eyes were filled with conviction:

With the pride of a king.

"He is an extremely proud emperor who would rather die of old age than give up his body."

Unless, he accepted the elixir that came from Kunlun Ruins, was given to the Goddess via Kongtong Mountain, and reached the hands of two ancient emperors of the human race!

Then, taking advantage of the gap, Ying Long suddenly used his only remaining arm to grab the sleeve of the messenger beside him and said sternly:

The Great Witch King and Lord Xiling are both peerless figures who can shake up the entire ancient country with just one stamp of their feet. Although they are not as powerful as Xuanyuan as the lord of the ancient country, in terms of strength, they can be regarded as the pinnacle of the contemporary human race, compared with Yinglong himself.

, and only between brothers.

"If there is really no way to save yourself."

But no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with today’s scene!

"Report, the ancient wall built according to the Nine Palaces and Bagua has been closed, the blood formation behind the wind has gathered, the map of the universe has fallen, and the king has been locked!"

It can be seen from this that the power of the emperor is by no means easy.

"I have known him for a long time."

The souls of the dead human beings are unable to disperse due to the shadow of the evil dragon that covers the sky and the sun. They are still hovering in the realm where they were alive, seeming to be imprisoned and unable to escape.

The avenues and alleys, where spiritual cloths were woven, and where clothes and hats were made to imitate the feathers of gods and men, were scattered on the ground, covered by dust, and the ancient chariots made of the bones of wild beasts were mostly destroyed by the aftermath.

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The people Ying Long had seen before were either stronger than him and did not need to care about him, or they were afraid of his power and did not dare to disrespect him.

"It only takes one hundred steps to make such a catastrophic disaster happen, Your Majesty"

"Wait a minute, Shouyang Mountain, Shouyang Mountain."

Astrology, smelting, boats and carts, laws, and practice.

If we say that the inheritance of humanity was established, it only started when the fire was first ignited, the ancient nest gathered the country, and Cang Sheng created the word.

Shouyang Mountain is located in the ancient country. Although it is not close and is separated by several large territories, it does not take long to measure the earth with two feet.

"But that man, with no one behind him, turned his back to all sentient beings, was walking on the same glorious road as the ancient sages, paving the way for future generations. There are many dharma in the world today that were not enlightened by the King of Thailand, otherwise he would not have the prestige he has today.

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In the past, the Xuanyuan boy and his crown, full of enthusiasm, went to the sacrificial altar, shed their blood and formed an alliance with the hundreds of Shangqiu tribes who gathered to succeed to the throne.

Just when Yinglong was worried about Ji Qiu who was far away in Shouyang Mountain, another piece of news that could be called a bolt from the blue fell into his ears:

"The one going to Shouyang Mountain is Young Master Qingyang!"

Just when he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The anger of the human dragon was so coercive that the general who was being shouted at immediately responded as if it was a conditioned reflex.

If he really has sanity

I guess I would rather die than follow this.

so.

What's going on in this world?

After all, you can't rely on fantasy all the time.

Sometimes, you have to learn to face reality.
Chapter completed!