Li Xi'an sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, on the throne that none of the gods dared to covet.
He fell into a deep sleep, and the blood-red immortality clothes hung down from the altar. The two foxes would occasionally come over and circle around the corners of the clothes, looking at the figure on the altar.
The golden flame burning like flowing clouds is the most pure and powerful spirit. As the spirit owner's breathing rises and falls, he is absorbing the power of this space. Just like the gods feasting on the heaven and earth, he is doing similar things.
But what I "ate" was this place, this mysterious land that has existed for an unknown amount of time.
The gods have worked hard in this space for tens of millions of years. They sacrificed countless things and received countless things. The altar naturally possesses spirituality. Now this dragon is chewing, which makes his dragon bones stronger.
, the scales are harder, and the breath seems to contain thunder.
It was as if he had eaten the altar.
The spirits in the scarlet temple are gradually decreasing, while the flames on the altar are getting brighter and brighter.
Whenever the divine envoy looked up at the golden flames on the altar, he would always feel frightened.
That wish could not be fulfilled even if he sacrificed it to the gods. He still had to wait. In the sight of the two divine envoys, red silk hung on the treetops, extending out countless light shafts. Those light shafts were unpredictable and bound to death.
The golden flames on the altar are entangled, which means that this powerful and terrifying creature can no longer even leave. It can only live here day after day, waiting for the day when the temple responds to him.
When was it?
Looking at the golden living fire on the altar and the old trees growing wantonly in the temple, the divine envoy had some guesses in his heart.
I'm afraid it has something to do with the emperors of the human world.
The emperor is the only creature in the world that can make the beings in heaven feel fear. The emperor has overwhelming power, which even the gods cannot resist. But the emperor will not always exist as the creatures on earth imagine. If the gods
The envoy was right. There should be only five emperors, each representing the five most primitive elements of the world. Now there are three emperors. The envoy thought that their new masters would not wait too long.
The life here is simple and boring, but there is no such thing as boring for the divine envoys. They do the same thing every day, cleaning the stone roads and cleaning the temples. This is clearly the most noble and mysterious end of the sky, but dust will fall like the mortal world.
If it is not cleaned for a period of time, the stone pavement will be covered with a layer of dust.
But everything outside the temple will not change. The eternal deep night and starry sky are as far away as another place.
As usual, after cleaning the temple, the envoy went to the largest temple to visit the master.
But the ground was shaking and the temple was shaking.
The envoy was puzzled, but on the altar, a pair of eyes opened in the bath of flames. I don't know when, a lotus flower bloomed on the throne.
If Li Xi'an could watch this scene, he would find that he was very similar to the illusory figure he saw when he came to the temple.
The fox quickly ran to the corner of the hall, and the figure that had not moved for a long time on the altar came down. The golden fire that enveloped him spread out, paving the way for him. The red ancient clothes were raised, and he stepped off the altar.
It's like escaping from the mural.
Li Xi'an left the main hall and came to the camphor tree.
The root of the shaking of this temple comes from this tree. The branches and leaves are swaying, and the red silk hanging on the treetop is fluttering and falling.
He glanced at it, beckoned the two foxes to come to him, and said, "Go to the mortal world and do something for me."
The two foxes looked at each other and tilted their heads, "Priest, even with your will, we still can't stay away from heaven. As for the mortal world, we have no magic powers. What can we do to help you?"
"Bring this to the current emperor, you don't need to do anything else. Just hand it over to him and return." Moon-white water gathered around Li Xi'an, eventually forming a water-like ribbon with dots of floating and floating stars in it.
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The White Emperor passed away on the hills of the Western Mountains.
Legend has it that when the emperor was about to die, his army was still attacking cities and plundering lands for him, and kept advancing into areas untouched by humans.
It is said in the world that the emperor's army is going to kill Kunlun to get the elixir of immortality for the emperor.
Zhuanxu knew that this was not the case.
The emperor led the army to attack Kunlun not for the so-called elixir of death. The emperor was looking for something. The army brought with him the son of the emperor who built the bridge. Zhuanxu knew what the emperor was doing. After the emperor could not find the way to heaven,
He turned to seek the world outside China. In his old age, Emperor had already sensed something existing in the west of China. Emperor said to Zhuan Xu that that thing was the world he had seen on the tree trunk.
There are creatures of the same position as him calling to him in that world.
I don’t know if they are enemies or friends.
But the emperor is not afraid of these things. Rather, he hopes that the creature calling him is an enemy. In this way, the emperor will finally have an opponent who can truly pull out the sword in his heart. That edge has been kept in his heart for too long, and this world
There is no creature in the world that can withstand the Emperor's sharp energy, so the Emperor's sword has never been unsheathed, and the ethnic group that was slaughtered was just because of the Emperor's glance.
It's a bit funny and sad to think about it. An emperor in charge of the gold industry never drew his sword in his life.
Zhuanxu sometimes even thought that it might be because the sharp edge he cultivated deep in his heart could not be revealed that it slowly wore down the proud emperor.
In Xuanyuan City, a messenger rode straight into the central palace.
Zhuanxu got a letter.
The army led by the emperor has not returned yet.
But Gonggong declared war on him and wanted to compete for the emperor's position.
Gonggong's bloodline is ancient and can be traced back to Yanhuang.
The wife of Emperor Yan and the son of Chishui, Tingyi gave birth to Yan Ju, Yan Ju gave birth to Jie Bing, Jie Bing gave birth to play implements, the play implements gave birth to Zhu Rong, Zhu Rong descended to the river, and Gong Gong was born.
At the same time, Gonggong is also the god in charge of water.
"Gonggong..." Zhuanxu's expression was indifferent, neither happy nor sad, and he seemed not to care about Gonggong's rebellion.
He just sighed and said: "Emperor, you have paved the way for the human race throughout your life, have you ever thought that there will still be rebellions, even from the tribe you trust the most? There are no foreign tribes, no contradictions, people will create foreign tribes and contradictions by themselves.
This has always been the case from ancient times to the present.”
Zhuanxu put away the letter.
Something suddenly occurred to him.
"Maybe you thought about it, but you didn't care."
Just like the ancient Yan-Huang war, his uncle was a person who had experienced that era and might have anticipated the current scene.
Even the bloodline originating from the Yandi tribe was the opponent specially left by the emperor. Taking away the army from Xuanyuan City left a fair margin in the fight for the emperor. The army in Xuanyuan City naturally obeyed orders.
Zhuanxu, if the emperor had not taken away the army, Gonggong would not have declared war.
In this era, it is better to compare whose fist is bigger than whose blood is flowing in the body. This is what the iron-blooded emperor has always taught him.
If he loses to Gonggong, he will naturally not be qualified to become the new emperor.
"He can't win, just like the Shennong family lost to the Xuanyuan family. It's just history repeating itself." Zhuanxu put on his helmet, his eyes were indifferent. Compared with Shaohao's sharpness, he was closer to a calmness similar to that of a deep lake. That look
It's a beautiful but terrifying sight to look at carefully.