When he walked out, his scarlet eyes were still a little dazed.
It seems to have gone through vicissitudes of life, and the sun and the moon have changed.
Just woke up from the long river of time.
He is slowly exploring the outside world.
"I haven't seen this sky for a long time. What year is it today?" the white-haired man asked.
His voice was so majestic that people couldn't help but want to answer quickly.
The Shiyan Taoist's face changed, and he couldn't hold it back and said, "It is already the year 1098 of the Holy Calendar."
After the words fell, the Shiyan Taoist felt a little strange.
He actually took the initiative to speak.
He could feel that the white-haired man did not deliberately use any force to influence him.
That's a trend.
There is a strong momentum of those in power.
Everyone in this world has power. After being an official for a long time, he will gain official power, which makes people afraid to look directly at him.
The more people are killed, the more violent the violence becomes.
And this man is like this, his power can already influence the general trend of the world with every move he makes.
As soon as a man opens his mouth, the people next to him can't help but answer.
"Holy Calendar!"
The white-haired man muttered to himself.
"Her time has passed so long."
"The current situation, the current situation!"
When the white-haired man said this, his eyes seemed to be looking around.
I read the entire map of mountains and rivers and the country.
He stood there doing nothing, the whole world was already in his sights.
"Shanhe Shejitu has woken up, why are there so few people here?"
He seemed to be asking a question, and Taoist Shiyan once again subconsciously replied: "The treasure was born too early.
The news probably only spread to other parts of the host city.
Those of us who were closer were the first to arrive.
As long as the sensation caused by the Shanhe Sheji Tu is greater, there will definitely be no shortage of people."
"Then wait, wait," the white-haired man murmured to himself.
"Who are you?" At this time, Xu Zimo asked.
He originally thought this was the residence of the empress, but he didn't expect such a presence to appear.
This white-haired man is very strong.
Exactly how strong it is, Xu Zimo is somewhat elusive.
He should have been a strong man with three corpses who had already achieved enlightenment.
It's just that now it has been sealed in dust or suppressed in this cave for countless years, and its own state has not risen or fallen.
Nowadays it seems that it is not even as good as the Three Flowers Realm.
Although this white-haired man looks very strong, this is actually the power he has accumulated over countless years.
This momentum makes him extremely powerful.
After hearing Xu Zimo's question, the white-haired man turned to look at Xu Zimo.
The white-haired man was stunned.
It was as if I had seen something incredible.
"It's very similar."
He looked at Xu Zimo and looked at it carefully.
"You look so much like an adult I met before."
"Which sir?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Demon Lord!"
"Yes, the Lord of the Demons," the white-haired man nodded affirmatively.
"It's not like, you are him, right?"
The white-haired man looked particularly excited.
He looked a little excited.
"That's right, the Demon Lord is resurrected."
"The Demon Lord is indeed resurrected, but I am not him," Xu Zimo shook his head.
"My name is Xu Zimo, and I only represent myself."
He once heard a saying.
The demon lords of the past generations will be resurrected, and this will happen again and again until they complete their plan to conquer the sky.
Therefore, there are many people who bear the power of the demon lord. The previous generation of demon lords, and the previous generation, there are many such people.
But there is only one Demon Lord.
The person who has died is completely dead. Even if the Demon Lord is resurrected, it cannot be him.
Just like the previous generation of demon lords.
When he dies, he dies.
Even if a new generation of Demon Lord is born, it will still be Xu Zimo and has nothing to do with the previous generation of Demon Lord.
In the same way, even if Xu Zimo dies and the next generation of demon lords is resurrected, it will have nothing to do with him.
Demon Lord is a title, but the people resurrected in each generation are different.
So the previous generation of demon lord said.
Those who cannot conquer the sky are not qualified to be called demon lords.
And Xu Zimo also understood.
He is just Xu Zimo, and other demon lords cannot represent him.
He only represents himself.
As for the Demon Lord, it was not what he wanted.
It's just that he inherited this power and had the same ambition as him, so he took it.
Even if something like this didn't happen with the previous generation of Demon Lord, with his temper, he would still attack the sky.
This is not because of other reasons, but something that every strong Taoist heart that is unwilling to be inferior to others will not allow to happen.
………
"The Demon Lord has been resurrected, so the Empress must be resurrected as well," the white-haired man laughed.
"Tell me, it will definitely work, right?"
"It depends on whether the empress has any backup plans," Xu Zimo said.
"The demon lords of the past generations can be resurrected, but they cannot be killed by the law of heaven.
As for others, not necessarily.
After all, if Fa Tian fails, the end will definitely not be simple."
If you die against the sky, Heaven will never give you a chance to be resurrected. It is easiest to lose your soul.
It would be very difficult for the empress to be resurrected.
Xu Zimo just couldn't bear to attack the other party.
"No, I will definitely resurrect her, no matter how many hardships there are, as long as she lives."
The white-haired man said.
He slowly raised his head, the scarlet look in his eyes even more frightening.
"How about you do me a favor?"
The white-haired man looked at Xu Zimo and Shiyan Taoist and said.
After the words fell, the white-haired man waved his hand.
On the bloody mountain, it seemed as if a portal had been opened.
Within this portal, there are countless gold and silver treasures, magical weapons, and magical elixirs.
In an instant, the treasure light exploded, the glow was overwhelming, and countless artistic conceptions soared into the air.
This turned out to be a treasure trove.
And it's no ordinary treasure trove.
The treasure house is definitely a treasure left over from the former imperial tomb.
Everything here may cause chaos and bloodshed in the outside world.
But now it is placed in front of the two of them.
Just listen to the white-haired man say: "As long as you help me, this treasure house will be given to you."
"What do you want us to do?" Taoist Shiyan's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.
Even though he is a descendant of Tianji Holy Land, he still covets the treasure of the Emperor's Tomb.
Among them were some treasures of calculation that even he coveted.
On the contrary, for Xu Zimo, treasures have no meaning at all.
The stronger the strength, the weaker the treasure's blessing to oneself.
He can kill everything with just one knife.
"I need people, more people, stronger people," the white-haired man said seriously.
"You...what do you want to do?" Taoist Shiyan seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but ask.
"Resurrection of the Empress."
The white-haired man spoke word by word, and as he spoke, a faint sound of thunder could be heard in the sky.
Thunder seems to represent the wrath of heaven.
Don't worry, this is the imperial tomb, this is the map of mountains and rivers.
Not even in the Nine Realms.
But the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Realms still seems to be able to see through this place.
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