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Chapter 223 The secret of the spirit of the bookstore, the sorrow of the times(1/2)

The small world of Qihai and Snow Mountain, which was originally slightly turbulent, was completely quiet at this moment, no longer roaring or turbulent, as if the unstable sky had stabilized.

And on the Human Emperor Sword.

Rule chains are wrapped around, as if they are trapped in static and lasting forever.

Fang Ark glanced inside, then his mind was disengaged.

The Ark of the Divine Idea Sutra was indeed stripped out of the Divine Emperor, but the Ark did not complete his practice and manifested it into the small world of Qihai and Snow Mountain.

Because, the ark is not ready yet.

The time has not come.

The small world of Qihai and Snow Mountain has now become a real small world, a world where living beings can survive.

Once the Ark also incorporates the Divine Idea Sutra into it, maybe...

It will cause dark disasters in advance!

Fang Ark had already felt that wisps of black mist began to emerge from the sky around him, as if he was about to devour him.

The ark stands in the void.

Looking up at the galaxy, my eyes were deep and bright.

"What is the meaning of the existence of the Black Mist Sea?"

"No new world is allowed to be born?"

Fang Ark sneered, who is so domineering?

It's almost done.

Soon, he will discover all the mysteries.

boom!

Stepping out in one step, the light filled the light, and the ark disappeared into the void instantly, at its peak.

...

...

Deep in the void.

The vast sea of ​​clouds was rolling, and there were constant roars in the sea of ​​clouds, and the thunder arcs rushed, as if they had turned into the ancient dragon clan.

As the roars made the void collapse inch by inch!

The terrifying and depressing aura seems to be born in the depths of the soul, making it very difficult for even straightening the back.

This is the true emperor robbery.

It has not dissipated yet, or it is still continuing.

The sea of ​​thunder is vast and endless, even wider than a domain.

At this moment, a figure was oppressed.

Under the sea of ​​thunder.

There was a figure covered in blood, leaning on a sword, and his head was flying with white hair.

The empress raised her face, her breath weakened, and she looked almost dying.

She was a little stunned.

"How many roads have passed... After so many days, she has become a little numb when she has survived the tribulation."

"These thunders are extremely powerful, each with half-emperor level power, whipping down, the void shattered... as if it was a disaster in the world."

"Even if I am in full swing, I may not be sure to get through it."

The empress shook her head and sighed in her heart.

She used to be extremely arrogant and consciously stood at the peak. She was definitely sure to survive the True Emperor Tribulation, but now it seems that she is a fool.

It's too simple to think about everything.

Who set up this true emperor disaster?

Why is its power so terrifying that it doesn't give any way to live?

The power in the empress's body has been exhausted, and she is not far from death.

And the next thunder tribulation is still brewing.

The sword in her hand was already covered with cracks. After being recast, it seemed that it would break again today.

"If you don't pass the True Emperor's Tribulation, it will be difficult to compete with the terrifying existences in the Black Mist Sea..."

"And the true emperor's disaster is hard to overcome, or there will be a disaster of death."

"So...is this a dead cycle?"

"Does the human race have to be destroyed?"

The empress was a little sad.

I chose to be silent, say goodbye to her era, sleep until now, and want to fight for the last era and fight for the human race.

But, she found out that she was wrong.

The disaster of the last era was so powerful that it was beyond her imagination.

And she was unable to become the savior in the last era.

Who can save this era?

The empress's body was shaking, and the thunder rift brewing above her head was roaring, with endless horror.

In a vague way, the Empress seemed to be able to see the rule that condensed the thunder tribulation on it.

Leaving everything, looking down in a cold and silent way.

The empress is sad.

At this moment, the empress thought of Fang Ark, a young man who grew up so fast that he could withstand it?

Perhaps, only by stepping into the real human emperor’s realm can we withstand it.

But……

If the Human Emperor could withstand it.

Why did it become like this?

The human race declined and was almost destroyed by the races?

The empress smiled bitterly, and suddenly she felt hopeless and her heart seemed to be wiped out.

Only when you truly face it will you feel the horror of this punishment.

Rumble!

It seemed as if the last tragedy was brewing, the void was shattering, and the terrifying thunder clouds were accumulating, and it seemed to become unparalleledly heavy.

The empress raised her head.

In the thunder clouds, she seemed to see that era that had passed away.

In that era, she saw a lot.

Every familiar face is the trendsetter of her era.

However, these faces were all silent.

The world is lonely, and only she is left.

The Empress is actually not sure if she chooses to overcome the tribulation in the depths of the void. If she fails and dies here, perhaps the destination is her destination.

It's like a fallen leaf that has returned hundreds of thousands of years ago.

It will not cause any further trouble in this era.

Sorry?

The empress still felt a little regretful.

However, while regretting, the empress was also relieved.

From the resurrection to the present, the pressure on her was very great. In the Ark's opinion, she might have lived a comfortable life, but in fact, the empress was under great pressure at all times.

What she carries...is an era.

The hope of the era she once existed.

Unfortunately, she seemed to overestimate herself, or... she was wrong.

She misjudged the level of the True Emperor.

I miscalculated the power I needed to accumulate when I set foot in the True Emperor.

Or, her path was wrong...

"The road is wrong..."

The empress was stunned.

The moment this thought arose, the empress was trembling all over her body while leaning on the sword.

The road is wrong...

Maybe, from the beginning, she was wrong.

This path can support her to the True Emperor Tribulation, but... it cannot support her to completely overcome the True Emperor Tribulation!

“So…is the road wrong?”

The empress murmured.
To be continued...
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