Chapter 879 (1/2)
Supreme court!
It has stood for seven years, and it has not been opened for seven years. Except for a limited number of people, no one knows how terrible the supreme holy palace is.
An iron fist is unparalleled. It pushes against the ancient land and blows up the fengjiuyou old man of the foreign emperor.
The last existence of a Wanhua saints, known as the most Yin, the most pit of Wanhua emperor.
Fengjiuyou, Emperor Wanhua.
One is the elder generation of emperor Tianhuang, and the other is his brother. They all watched the emperor grow up.
Since the end of time, the sword of the great emperor of the natural wasteland has broken through the ages, blocking the strong enemies from fighting with them alone.
I don't know how many years have passed!
The ancient female emperor, fengjiuyou, Wanhua emperor, and dihongkong were all fighting side by side with Tianhuang emperor, but in the end, Tianhuang emperor forced them to fight back to the gate of chaos.
In the past, Emperor Tianhuang established the gate of latitude and created the world of Tianhuang.
And also with the original demon world a few good relationship.
And one of them is killing Lord you. In the Ancient World War I, killing Lord fell.
You lover, the chaos Lord explodes.
The two great masters of the original demon world have both fallen, but there is still a trace of true spirit that has not died, and they are reborn in this era.
In the depth of the supreme holy palace, a secluded and endless world, an ancient bronze gate stands tall, ancient, decadent, full of the desolation of the years.
”Squeak!”
There is a crack in the bronze gate, which is particularly harsh in the dark and dead void.
In the courtyard, the spirits of emperor Wanhua and the old master fengjiuyou immediately looked dignified. At the same time, the two figures disappeared.
In front of the bronze gate, the figure of the two people emerges. The sound of the gate is getting louder and louder, and the gap between them is also gradually expanding. It can be seen that a purple and gold flame shrouded figure is slowly coming out of the gate, which is hazy and incomparable, just like the reflection in the water, seeing flowers in the fog, giving people a sense of being close to the end of the world.
It seems to exist between reality and illusion, as well as between material and energy.
More like beyond the world of life!
Powerful, profound, mysterious!
Even if it is emperor Wanhua and fengjiuyou, two extremely ancient emperors who roam the world, they are also full of oppression in front of this figure.
”It's not the time, why are you recovering ahead of time!”
When Emperor Wanhua stepped forward, his expression and words were obviously full of awe. Even if he was a boy in the wild, he should be in awe with three points.
Purple and gold flame figure step out, the golden lotus flowers are blooming everywhere, full of incomparable mystery, just like the eternal holy general, people are afraid of it.
A Golden Lotus!
Two steps up the ladder!
Three steps to Hongqiao!
Zijin Guangyan's figure didn't make a sound, and even didn't take a look at fengjiuyou and Wanhua emperor. He climbed the ladder and crossed the Hongqiao bridge. Three steps had appeared at the entrance of the holy palace.
Strange stone!
Iron tree!
Still standing quietly, I don't know how many eras have existed, and I don't know exactly what it is.
Time flies, time flies, one period after another.
No one knows how many years exist!
Zijin's figure disappeared. It was a little girl with a blue pleated skirt and a beautiful face. She looked like an immortal and a mysterious lady.
Bright and merciless, as if there is no emotion in the starry eyes, looking at the strange stones in front of them gradually have a look, two lines of crystal clear clear tears slide down, the void condensed out of the crystal.
Her hands trembled lightly. She touched the strange stone, and her tears fell into the void.
”From the poor to the green!”
”Not in two places!”
”There is a long way to go!”
”One hundred and twenty-nine thousand and six hundred times...”
”One hundred and twenty-nine thousand and six hundred and fifty eras have been destroyed...”