Yang Tiansheng suddenly felt a little silent in his heart.
In a sense.
His life has been really hard. He has been running around all his life. Living is more tiring than dying. He wanted to enjoy his old age in peace in his last days.
But after entering the mortal world, the woman he fell in love with didn't like him either.
He sighed in his heart and couldn't help but look at this race called "Monster Beasts".
This sight made some waves in my heart.
"This race belongs to the extreme group."
"Humans transform into beasts, and beasts transform into humans. The two forms are very special. They should be regarded as a new branch of martial arts system."
"However, although this clan is powerful, they are violent and animalistic, so they may become a hidden danger."
He was pleasantly surprised for a few seconds and was delighted to see Lie Xin:
"With this monster as a starting point, there are many possibilities for martial arts in the martial arts world. Who are you? Why are you helping us like this? Our martial arts world has a connection with you?"
"This is just a choice. It depends on you." The voice has disappeared.
"A choice?"
He suddenly laughed, "My path is still here after all. It seems that I am exhausted after all."
Since I want to spend the rest of my life in an ordinary way, I can't get it.
Instead of being immersed in the emotion of lovelorn, thinking about the beauty of that girl every day, and missing her heart and soul, it is better to continue to push forward the times to numb yourself.
"That's all, that's all, this may be my destiny in this life!"
He raised his head and sighed, making a decision in his heart, "Love, ordinary, is destined to miss me. This life will be tied to martial arts."
On this day, Yang Tiansheng, who originally wanted to retire, returned to Wushen Mountain.
In his later years, he began to exert his last remaining energy.
Although he is exhausted and sleepy every day, he has rich experience.
This old man led the geniuses of various aristocratic families and sects in the Holy Land to study new martial arts secrets.
"This is a test. I will help you to test whether you can carry the future."
At this point, the "Ancestral Scripture of Demonic Beasts" was gradually developed as one of the famous geniuses of Wushen Palace perfected it, and the lineage of beast transformation and demon transformation began to be born.
Martial arts calendar year 2931.
The born emperor spread the method of cultivating demons and benefited the common people.
Humanity has also begun to see the emergence of various new martial arts systems.
The martial arts of complete animal transformation is a kind of magic skill. Even the entire species is not human, and the child conceived is also a little monster beast!
This method is powerful and irreversible.
A true martial arts master disdains practice.
What is more popular is that some of these martial arts, various flying wing skills, have become popular, making it easier for many strong people to travel.
Just very gorgeous.
Various local gold wings, at first glance, seem to have come to the earthy world of the legendary web game.
There are even some gorgeous warrior styles, the saint sons of certain sects, flying in the sky, wearing a pair of golden Chelsea, golden wings, and long purple hair shawl.
"It seems that the aesthetics of this world still need to be improved."
Li Qing looked at this scene and couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.
Of course, there is no attempt to forcefully distort aesthetics.
He is just making a small move, affecting the general trend of this era. It is impossible to cover everything and interfere in such small matters.
What's more, aesthetics change with the times.
This exaggerated and gorgeous clothing style will sooner or later be eliminated with the development of the times and its rich heritage.
And this born emperor was a surprise to Li Qing after all.
Unexpectedly, under his own small influence, he continued to promote the progress of the era, laid the foundation stone in this era, completed one of his rudimentary conjectures, and became a martial arts emperor with great influence.
"If we look at the entire history of creation, it is rare to find an emperor who is so diligent, does not cause trouble, and works conscientiously to promote the civilized era."
In terms of the current era, he is more driven by the times than the emperor who has been reading books and studying secrets.
The emperor walks on a piece of land.
This is an extremely small civilization. He passed through a long and narrow world tunnel and came here, and saw the stone tablets in front of the tunnel, with the names of heroes from each era written on them.
"Is this the original wizarding world?"
"That one, the first hometown?"
The emperor raised his head and walked in Ning Guochang's original residence, which consisted of three rooms and one living room.
After recovering from his injuries in the past few days, he was not in a hurry to find his opponent for a decisive battle. Instead, he absorbed the experience of that battle and began to improve his "Heaven's Heart Jue".
Every battle worthy of attention is sacred to him. He must reach the peak of his skills before looking for the opponent.
Go all out.
That is respect for one's own martial arts, and it is also respect for the enemy.
You know, he only has a few hobbies in his life.
One is a well-matched enemy.
The second is to collect novel and interesting martial arts secrets.
And he took advantage of this period of improvement and familiarity with "Tian Xin Jue" to come to this so-called original wizarding world.
He saw an original world tree.
There is also a huge abyssal sea world.
The World Tree is an entity, and it is impossible for the soul to ascend through time. The World Tree in Minis was rebuilt there.
This is the original World Tree.
"Ah, when can we step into the legend and ascend to the upper realm?"
"so hard."
There are people walking on the street.
It is still very prosperous and has its own dynasty.
This wizarding world has not been abandoned, and there are still creatures living and thriving here, but civilization has almost stopped.
When they reach a certain level, they will ascend to the big world.
Tread.
The emperor's brows moved.
He passed through the guards of the elves, came to the original world tree, entered the sealed secret passage left by Minis, and easily saw a fossilized tree figure, sitting quietly on the throne.
"Attabia?"
He whispered:
"That era was so dazzling and so fascinating. Even the black hand that is grazing our civilization now, the Elf God King Minis, has become inconspicuous under the two radiant figures."
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Perhaps, only true gods who have walked the path of demigods can have the power to awaken the other party.
"Pity"
The emperor looked at this statue quietly and said, "It's a pity that you and I are not in the same era."
"The mythical heroes who once wielded swords against the ancient gods. And what great beings the ancient gods were." He whispered.
"Five days and five hundred years have passed. It's time to go back."
As the voice fell, the whole figure suddenly melted, and the emperor had returned.
Martial arts calendar year 2991.
A piece of news resounded throughout the world:
The born emperor is seriously ill and is about to pass away.
When people heard the news, many sects were in an uproar. Thinking back on his life, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.
He rose up in the darkest era of the entire martial arts era, dormant all the way, and finally emerged from the sky, killed eight dark and corrupt people, and put an end to the troubled times!
It was he who opened up the secrets of martial arts in the world, most of the Demigod Fate Maps, a total of 67 Destiny Maps, and various secret books, allowing the common people to fully see the future of the Demigod Realm and reveal its true appearance.
It was still him who proposed the theory of integrating the Great World House, integrating the eight wasteland continents into four domains for the sake of the world.
Even before he died, he used the last embers of his life to light the last fireworks, and then promoted the development of the demon martial arts system, creating a new martial arts future for future generations.
Work hard and die.
His lifetime achievements are unprecedented and opened up a great era.
Born to be a great emperor, as his name suggests, his whole life will belong to the name of a great emperor, he is born to be a pure emperor.
Of course, this sick and coughing-up being is about to pass away, and people are reminded again of the previous emperor, who was also so sick.
What truth is hidden on the Martial Arts Continent?
Is there really a high-dimensional civilization grazing their continent?
All this is alarming.
And when Yang Tiansheng was about to die, even the famous martial arts doctor said that he had less than half a year to live, but he still did not die.
He persisted and created a miracle.
The old man on the hospital bed seemed to have a strong spirit supporting him, as if he was waiting for someone.
Martial arts calendar 3000 years.
The old man was lying on the bed sickly, his skin was sagging and his eyes were cloudy.
The great martial arts emperor who had once shocked an era and whose majesty and majesty of the imperial way was his great talent, great strategy, and great ambition overthrew the dark and corrupt tall young man, could not withstand the erosion of his injuries and years.
"Cough cough cough!" The old man suddenly coughed violently.
Ahem!
Suddenly, another coughing sound also sounded in the Martial God Palace.
The old man suddenly became quiet, and with that familiar coughing sound, time seemed to have returned to the foot of the mountain more than 900 years ago, when the handsome and powerful young man in white looked at his remaining head.
"The Son of Heaven."
The eyes of the old man on the hospital bed were moist. He had to wait for nine years to wait for the next emperor's decree, which was three thousand years.
He wanted to wait for an answer.
He hoped that the emperor had not died and martial arts civilization still had a future.
And now, he finally got the answer he wanted, and the emperor's request came as promised.
This old man's eyes were cloudy and white, and he could see nothing. His vision seemed to be hazy and foggy.
"I know you are coming back," the old man whispered, "You will definitely come back and not be dead. That body is not really dead."
"So, you persisted until now?"
The emperor suddenly coughed violently and covered his lips with a handkerchief, but blood still spurted out.
"Yes, I want to get an answer. It doesn't matter if you are still alive or if I die. If you die too, we will have no future."
The old man only moved his lips and looked at the ceiling dully: "I'm ready for the emperor's order this time. Although there are still many things that haven't been studied yet."
But in fact, most of them are impossible to study in the first place.
The emperor did not say this sentence.
What else could he say?
Is everything a beautiful misunderstanding?
Or something else?
He didn't want to say anything. Breaking the other person's will would be more cruel than killing someone.
I remember the first time we met, this young man was resisting the eight dark decays of Wushen Mountain, leaving only one head at the foot of the mountain.
Then go out into the void.
After a short five-day battle with those high-dimensional civilization guys, five hundred years had passed by the time they returned.
The weak man back then climbed to the top again, completely defeated his opponent, and became the greatest martial arts emperor in the new era.
He is now.
Still only went out for five more days.
I took a trip to the Wizarding World.
When he returned, another five hundred years had passed. The high-spirited heroes of the era had become old men and were about to usher in the end of their era.
Two five days are just a blink in his eyes.
There were only three meetings.
It has penetrated the other party's youth, peak, and twilight years.
It is rare for an emperor to sit next to him and communicate with this old man. They talked about a lot of things.
Yang Tiansheng shared a lot of insights and knowledge, whether useful or not, and also told what the mysterious voice from outside was providing for him.
"It's him."
The emperor was not surprised, he just said something.
After a pause, he said:
"That senior probably didn't like that I didn't take responsibility and treated this era of martial arts with indifference and treated you indifferently. He couldn't stand it, so he helped me like this."
"Maybe I was wrong. I will apologize when I really see him." The emperor seemed a little guilty.
The old man on the hospital bed trembled all over and opened his lips.
He had too many doubts in his heart about what kind of existence it was that even the emperor reacted like this.
Unfortunately, he had no time to ask anything.
After seeing the emperor for the last time and receiving the news that he was still alive, he had completely fulfilled his wish. He had no fear of death at all and was just free and easy.
In his eyes, this coughing and sick figure was extremely reliable.
Even with filters added.
"In the long years and the long years, who can be transcendent?" This familiar young man smiled affectionately and gently touched the old man's face with his hand.
Feeling the warmth on his face, this old man who had devoted his whole life to the advancement of the times could no longer bear it and cried loudly in the silent Martial God Palace.
"Please be sure to win. I have broken free from my prison, it's up to senior. I wish you a prosperous martial arts career."
The emperor did not answer and was silent for a long time.
He still remembered the familiar scene from the previous battle, the boy with only his head left, and a similar voice.
It's just that the young man turned into an old man.
"I heard your appeal. No cage can trap me."
He suddenly became serious, turned around and walked outside, picking up the thousand-year Emperor's Order, without any nostalgia for the blood-stained Martial God Mountain.
In the 3000th year of the martial arts calendar, Emperor Tiansheng passed away. The whole world mourned in silence, and every household hung white silk ribbons.
