Chapter 583 (1/2)
On the long snake stone tablet, the skeleton stroked the chest with one hand and bowed down respectfully. ”Humble people, see the emperor.”
Emperor Zhou stood with his hands in his hands. His face was calm, and his eyes were open and closed, which led to changes in the sky.
”Tens of millions of years ago, your family has not been exterminated. Now it appears in front of me, is it to take death? Sinners! ”
Low voice, just like thunder roaring, rolling in the air, resounding in all directions.
The skeleton stood straight, and his eyes were filled with black fire. ”Your Majesty, if you want to kill me, you can only turn your hands, but now the land of gods and demons is not the state of Zhou. The seven empires are divided into regions and regions. I'm afraid they won't open their eyes to see your majesty come to the world again. ”
”Are you warning me?”
”Humble people dare not offend your majesty, but now I am alive, maybe it is more beneficial to your majesty. Because our family and your majesty have the same needs now, to make this world into turmoil, your majesty can take the opportunity to recover the great week, our family can also return to their homeland, to avoid the extinction of the ethnic group
Emperor Zhou's eyes are bright, like a vast nebula, ”the cold wave in Northern Xinjiang has arrived?”
The skeleton nodded, ”yes.”
Naturally, he understood the reason why the founding emperor cared about it.
With his noble status, he could have enjoyed the highest honor and ruled the world for thousands of years, but he was willing to give up everything and fall into eternal darkness.
Is not that the only chance in these billions of years?
Emperor Zhou smiled at the corner of his mouth. After a few moments of silence, he slowly said, ”I will give you a chance to forgive if you bring me this news.”
The skeleton knelt down. ”If our family gets rid of the catastrophe and lives in the future, the honor and disgrace will be in your Majesty's hands!”
Emperor Zhou turned around and said, ”remember your promise to me. There is only one chance.”
One step down, the figure disappears with the wind, and it's an incarnation.
On the long snake stone tablet, the bones rise up and the black fire surges in the eye socket. I don't know whether to be happy or sad.
The Zhou Dynasty ruled the whole country and expelled the criminals into the cold regions of Northern Xinjiang. For tens of millions of years, the number of people who died or injured in this way was too large to be counted.
But now, he made a choice for the ethnic group and worshipped under the throne of Zhou
Can the living people understand his hardship? Will the dead people forgive his choice?
With a sigh for a long time, all the difficulties will be covered away. How has the world ever been perfect. As long as it can protect the whole ethnic group and make the babies grow up smoothly, it is enough that the old and the weak don't have to bury themselves in the snow.
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Illusory world.
Although it's a world of great powers, it's not stable and can't endure for a long time. It's a strong breath from the outside world.
Therefore, it is forced that the monks who enter into it have to be active at any time. Once they can't stop for a moment, their space will collapse and form a vortex of terror.
In the name of the world, it means that the illusory world has its own relatively complete world features, such as the collapse of the space, which is extremely powerful.
In this way, Qin Huan could not hide. He could not help but shake his head and show his regret.
With the help of Taixu crossing the sea bell and purple moon, Qin yuruo would not be found if he wanted to hide.
It was useless to think so much about the situation. Qin Huan gathered his mind and roared forward.
In the illusory world, there are mountains and rivers, but there is no breath of life. All eyes are gray, like a mist, everything is fuzzy, people feel invisible oppression between the mind and the spirit.
All of a sudden, Qin Huan's heart suddenly contracted, his mind didn't have time to turn, and his body instinctively responded.
Step on your feet, raise your hand and clench your fist, then hit forward.
Boom -
in the loud noise, the space is violently distorted, and a dark shadow emerges from it. Step back and stop. There is surprise in the eyes.
Obviously, I didn't expect that the boy with the weakest breath could find his own attack.
On the opposite side, Qin Huan's face was livid. He thought that he had just passed by death. His heart was still throbbing, and then he became more and more angry.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't receive any warning. After getting the sea crossing bell of Taixu and purple moon, he was still thundering -
the loud sound was like thunder. Around the figure of a great Confucian, there was a slight tremor, which quickly became blurred.
This is the curse power from hell, which can kill all living beings and annihilate all living beings.
Even the lost spirit can weaken it and finally dissipate in the world.
Xu Wenze's hesitation turned into perseverance in a flash. He recited it loudly, which was in line with the empty shadow of all the great scholars.
Bow your hand, and worship deeply!
The empty shadow of the great scholar breaks up by itself and becomes countless golden words. The first sentence of the opening chapter is: the heaven is healthy and the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement
Some kind of magnificent breath from the ancient times comes in a flash. With more and more golden words, it looks like the power of heaven and earth, which can't be resisted.
The evil spirit of hell screamed, and his whole body was bloody and flaming. He suddenly extinguished most of it. It seemed that he turned around and fled at a glance.But at this time, the change suddenly appeared, a big hand out of the sky, will escape the hell evil spirit a grasp.
”Ah!”
Hell evil spirit roars, but he can't wait for him to respond, and he clenches his hand.
The dense sound of bone and flesh breaking makes the scalp numb. The blood flame of hell evil spirit goes out instantly.
His body was limp and his mouth and nose were bleeding. He was killed directly under this grip.
Qin Huan's eyes were slightly glaring, and his heart leaped heavily. Although the evil spirit of hell escaped, he still had the power of World War I.