Chapter 1682 The grave is broken, the emperor is mourning!
For Emperor Ming, fate was always meant to be broken! In fact, what Su Xuan didn't know was that this ancient Spirit Emperor was indeed extremely famous in the Seventh Age! Throughout his life, Emperor Ming was always fighting against fate.
Whether it was the death of his parents when he was young, or the battles between ethnic groups, or the competition between major forces, Emperor Ming was deeply involved in it all his life, constantly struggling, constantly competing, and constantly getting stronger! If he hadn't been born with his path to sainthood cut off,
At the end of the Seventh Age, Emperor Ming will inevitably become a saint! This is a spiritual emperor who can be ranked among the top ten in the history of the Eastern Wasteland! In those years, he was in charge of the ten emperors of the Blood Night, and no spiritual saint dared to provoke him easily! At this moment
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Emperor Ming's residual will bloomed with endless rays of light, pressing Su Xuan tightly.
The evil shadow is depleting at a speed visible to the naked eye! "I am Emperor Ming, how can a mere spiritual master compete with me!"
Emperor Ming looked at Su Xuan coldly.
"If you think you can suppress me because you are the emperor, then I can only say that you are too naive!"
Su Xuan sneered.
"Facts speak louder than words!"
"You won't be able to hold on until the moment you crush me to death! And...if I were here, you wouldn't be able to hold me down for the rest of your life!"
Emperor Ming was shocked, but the next moment he shouted coldly: "Nonsense!"
Su Xuan grinned and didn't bother to explain.
"boom!"
soon.
The huge underground mausoleum trembled.
Not from the inside, but from the outside! Emperor Ming Canyi's expression suddenly changed! It was the monks outside who took action! "You can start fighting!"
Su Xuan sneered: "Otherwise you would be better off being swallowed by me!"
Emperor Ming was furious, but he also started to fight as Su Xuan said! Once the emperor's tomb was shattered, many things would be out of his control, which was definitely not what he wanted to see! Of course.
The most important thing is that if the emperor's tomb is shattered, his power will be reduced a lot, and it will be doubtful whether he can seize Su Xuan's body by then.
"Boom boom boom!"
The power is raging.
Su Xuan's aura continued to weaken.
He has closed his eyes at this moment and is trying his best to resist the Ming Emperor's residual will! This is a certain risk! With his only support method of the heroic will, it is extremely difficult to fight against the terrifying Ling Emperor's residual will! However.
Su Xuan is fearless! Be afraid without fighting! This is something Su Xuan himself cannot tolerate! In the worst case, he will pull this spiritual emperor to die together! Su Xuan is mentally prepared for this.
Time passes.
Su Xuan was crushed as if he was dead.
The roar outside also continued to increase, and the underground tombs began to shatter.
Chen Xuance watched with cold sweat, fearing that Su Xuanzhen would be killed by the cruel will of the Spirit Emperor.
The most troublesome thing is that he can't help Su Xuan at this moment. After all, the only robe of holy blood that can resist the unknown has been given to Su Xuan! Moreover, Chen Xuance is afraid that Emperor Ming's cruel will will kill everything... At this time.
Su Xuan's consciousness was a little silent.
He is accumulating strength! Once the emperor's tomb is broken, it will be his time to explode! Then it will be the moment of life and death with Emperor Ming's Can Yi.
But right now.
"Wake up, wake up..." A soft murmur suddenly sounded in Su Xuan's consciousness.
"Buzz!"
Su Xuan's somewhat gloomy consciousness suddenly brightened.
At this moment, a cloud of mist was floating quietly in his mind.
Su Xuan's heart was shaken.
"Ten Emperors?"
He asked in a deep voice consciously.
"I am one of the Ten Blood Night Emperors, Yunmeng Ling Emperor."
This is a childish voice, but it also carries the vicissitudes of life.
The cloud suddenly rippled and turned into an exquisite little girl in white.
Her eyes are weathered, unreal, but also tender.
Su Xuan was suspicious.
If the intention is not evil, can it still be called evil intention?
"I know you don't believe me and are full of doubts, but there are some things I still want to tell you."
the little girl said.
Without waiting for Su Xuan to speak, the little girl said: "I, Yunmeng Lingdi, am good at dreams. My elder brother thinks that he turned me into an unconscious evil spirit, but how does he know whether it is an illusion or reality?"
When Su Xuan heard this, he was shocked.
If it is true, it means that there are two conscious remnants of the Spiritual Emperor here.
"Actually, we know that my eldest brother may have had this intention when he talked about entering the Cemetery of Immortals and Demons back then! However, we still went in without hesitation."
"The Everlasting Immortal and Demon Cemetery has turned into a thing that is neither human nor ghost. Actually... we are not so willing."
"But since this is what Big Brother wants, we naturally won't refuse."
The little girl is talking.
There was nostalgia in her eyes: "In the beginning, eldest brother may really want us all to live again, but some things will eventually become more and more desperate! And in despair, darkness often arises."
"But... none of this is important. After all, all nine of us are willing to die for my eldest brother."
The little girl smiled, looked at Su Xuan and suddenly said: "Are you willing to let our eldest brother live?"
"What do you think?"
Su Xuan sneered.
"I don't want to. Even though I have met you for the first time, I know that you are determined and decisive in killing, even worse than my elder brother!"
The little girl said softly.
"Then what nonsense are you talking about?"
Su Xuansen said coldly.
"Nothing is absolute. I think we can discuss this matter."
The little girl blinked, with an expression that was a little pure but not innocent.
"Humph, I refuse!"
Su Xuan drank it coldly.
He doesn't care what the difficulties of these ten emperors are. He only knows that the old man Ming Emperor Canyi wants to take him away, and what he has to do is to kill him! It's that simple! "I can let you quickly control all the emperors in your body.
Soldier!"
the little girl said.
"roll!"
Su Xuan shouted fiercely and wanted to drive it out of his mind, but the little girl was unable to do so.
"You are really boring."
The little girl wasn't angry either. She put her little hands behind her back and looked at Su Xuan with a smile.
"The old guy hurt you, but you want to help him. Where is your brain?"
Su Xuan sneered.
"I'm dead. I have no brain in the first place."
the little girl said.
Su Xuan paused, then snorted heavily, too lazy to pay attention to the little girl anymore.
Time passes quietly.
Half a day later.
"boom!"
The emperor's tomb was finally blown to pieces.
The monks outside were all shocked.
Smoke suddenly rose, and evil spirits filled the place! Their faces changed slightly and they backed away.
"Seal this place and never allow the evil master to escape!"
The loud shouts echoed in all directions.
It is surrounded on all sides.
At this moment, even a fly cannot fly away! And at this moment.
The underground mausoleum begins to collapse.
Unknown scattered! The altar collapsed.
Everything seems to be in ruins.
Su Xuan, who was no longer human, suddenly raised his head.
There.
The ten-headed nine-yin snakes all merged together and turned into a small, but lifelike little snake! The residual intention of Emperor Ming was hidden in it.
There was madness in those scarlet eyes! Emperor Ming Canyi knew it.
This is the final showdown of life and death! Su Xuan is also waiting for this moment.
"I will definitely live another life with great splendor!"
Emperor Ming Canyi roared, broke through the evil shadow, and rushed into Su Xuan's body.
The black light suppresses Su Xuan's physical body.
Emperor Ming's residual thoughts entered Su Xuan's mind.
Su Xuan was shocked.
His will decays but never dies, like a spark of fire that keeps burning.