Chapter 687 (1/2)

Ashes fly, there is not a trace left!

Dihong!

Henceforth, there will be no emperor Hongshi

There is no more loofah. I'd rather bury it myself than apologize to brother Luo and elder sister.

This is the blood debt of the demon clan.

The great emperor of the human race is a living creature, whose sword breaks through the ages

Emperor Hongkong has no choice but to sigh deeply. The chaotic clock falls into the palm of his hand and finally becomes the size of his fist

This is not my time after all.

My time is at the other end of the chaos gate, this broken world

Where to go in the future, and where is the empress?

What is the origin of the boy?

What level did brother Luo reach in the past and accurately predicted the situation today? Has he already taken the last step?

Think of fengqingning, who was a strong man in the real divine realm.

Zhuxia clan in those days!

Whether all of them are extinct, or all of them have entered the other end of the chaos gate.

”Brother Kong, have a drink!”

Gu Huang stepped forward and touched two jars of wine and threw one jar directly to Emperor Hongkong. Now he can't see how emperor Hongkong's accomplishments are?

I don't know what I have achieved.

Very strong, really strong.

However, since the mark of life has his memory, it turns out that he is a friend rather than an enemy. Such a man who values love and justice and is open and aboveboard is worth inviting him to drink a jar of wine.

All of the Dihong family were his people, but they buried him personally.

It's just because the emperor made a mistake.

It's not artificial, it's true.

”You You know me... ”

”Well, let's drink first...”

Emperor HongKong was also a frank and bright man. He slapped off the seal mud and poured it up. He almost drank up a jar of wine.

Countless years passed, I didn't expect to taste the taste of wine again, almost all of which have been forgotten.

And forget too much

I'm afraid this young man is not easy. He knows him in this broken world.

It's almost impossible

”Brother Kong, not only do I know you, but I also know what you are looking for?”

”What to do?”

”Do you know this?”

After that, Gu Huang also drank up all the wine in the wine jar, showed a calm and incomparable smile, looked at emperor Hongkong, and turned to the palm of his hand to emerge a big black brick.

I don't think it's easy to believe myself when I come to Dihong Kong, but as long as the big black bricks are exposed, then everything is enough.

The temple of eternity, these four words, is enough to explain everything.

”Brother, what's your name? You don't have to say it. I believe you.”

When Emperor Hongkong saw the big black brick, he immediately became aware of the inheritance of the eternal palace. How could he not know it? When brother Luo was killed, the object flew from outside the world and killed eight ancient gods.

Everyone on the road calls black boss. No one dares not to give black boss face.

Because the black boss really killed the sky.

And brother Luo's inheritance is from the eternal palace. It's the true story of the eternal palace.

”Don't be so polite, brother Kong. My name is Gu Huang.”

”What you're looking for and what you're going to do, I'm so humble that I can't help you for the time being.”

”But don't worry. I'll see you there in person when I've been around for a hundred years.”

”If you don't dislike this time, I'll go back to canggutian with me when I deal with the business here.”