Sky, calm!
The world is peaceful!
The wind blew up a few breaths before and dissipated at this moment.
It seemed that it had never appeared, but the brilliant vortices formed by the star clusters painting on the sky curtain replaced the sky and were still turning silently.
They will last for a while, becoming traces of that shocking battle.
At this moment, the holy land departed.
Outside the Ancient Emperor Star, the three gods from the Netherworld Source Bone Clan, the Northern Ming Royal Clan, and the Chidi Daluo Clan also understood that the Empress's becoming a god was unstoppable.
So, the robes chose to step back, looking at the figure of the emperor on the sky curtain with scruples and complications.
It's just that there are still other thoughts in my heart, but whether these thoughts can become a reality depends on whether there is such an opportunity.
As for the sun, moon, and stars, they also completed the transaction, and at this time, staring at the sky and the great emperor of the human race, there were some memories and waves in their expressions.
What I remember may not be the great emperor in front of me, the waves, or the manifestation of looking at the ancients.
Perhaps, it is the Northern Emperor, the Northern Immortal Realm.
The robes remembered that person.
Eight directions, silence.
All the eyes, whether it was the empress, or the gods, or the ministers, or the people of the imperial capital, or the divine thoughts hidden in nothingness.
At this moment, they all looked into the air, and the last sword was cut out, stunning the figure of the ancient and stunning sentient beings.
In this silence, under the attention of all the people, the emperor slowly turned around.
The eyes of the vicissitudes of life look at the human race and the world.
Accompanied by a soft sigh.
The body transformed by his luck gradually collapsed until it became hazy, leaving only the outline, and the Xu Qing body was also exposed.
This physical body fell towards the earth and finally lay on the human war drum.
During the process, a vague soul figure walked out of Xu Qing's body and floated in mid-air.
That is the soul of the emperor.
It is irreversible and dissipated.
He has guarded the world for tens of thousands of years, fought countless battles in this life, and killed many gods, and today... He was tired.
The exhaustion from the soul, at this moment, spread into the sky.
His vitality was actually extinct many years ago, leaving only his clone to this day, to the end of his life.
His fatigue has long appeared in the past few years and has accumulated to this day.
And he, he could have had endless longevity, he could have had the highest glory, and he could not have been so tired.
Just choose himself at the previous node, between himself and the race.
But he chose the ethnic group.
Sometimes, a choice at a critical moment in life will be a road of no return, and if you go up, no matter right or wrong, there will be no turning back.
"Do you regret it?"
The emperor smiled, he had been there for a long, long time, and he hadn't smiled anymore.
"No regrets."
The emperor muttered in his heart.
Walking in the mountains and rivers of the world for several years, stepping on the waves of heaven and earth through the ages, this life slashing the gods, sitting and lying down to guard the tribe.
This kind of life is naturally much better than huddling in the sky and surviving.
Thinking so, the emperor's eyes swept over the world, looking at the imperial capital, looking at the great domain, looking at the mountains and rivers, and finally only looking at two people.
The other is Xu Qing, his sword-bearing man, who will continue to walk with his sword.
He will not bind the other party's way, how to go, how to go, is his freedom, as for how the sword is cut, how to cut, it is also freedom.
This child's cause and effect are too great, and his past and future may be even more exhausting than mine.
And the second person is the empress.
This woman who cried under the devouring of Xuan Zhan, this woman who gave all her talents for the human race, made waves in his heart at that time.
He thought of his daughter who was devoured by the gods.
So, he saved the empress.
Not all emperors are good, but at least when I left, he was good.
Looking at the empress who was burning violently all over her body, the emperor had expectations in his eyes.
He wanted to see what kind of outburst he would get if he turned to the divine path and became a monk who had crossed half a step to become a monk who dominated the peak with the support of a clan's luck.
Is it the peak of immaculate uselessness, or a step of gods.
As for the ancestral teachings from the Holy Land, the human race cannot become gods.
He complied.
Therefore, in this life, he will not choose to become a god.
But what should the tribe do after they leave?
After he left, who will continue to guard the human race between the ancestral teachings and the sentient beings of the clan, the emperor, don't want to think about it.
He just wanted to take a closer look at the world he had been guarding at this last time.
By the way, catch the fish again.
So the next breath, at the moment when his soul was blurred, at the moment when the empress's expression changed drastically, at the moment Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes.
Behind the Great Emperor, a figure appeared like thunder from nothingness, raised his hand towards the emperor's soul shadow, and slapped it hard.
Holding the sword, I will send you on your last journey.
The person who appeared was Yu Liuchen.
The robe did not leave, but always hidden, looking for opportunities, and now he was finally found, and finally the last journey of the view was said to be a send-off.
But just when everyone's expressions changed drastically, Yu Liuchen's palm was about to fall.
The emperor's expression did not change at all, he raised his hand and suddenly shook it behind him.
Under this throw, infinite power rose up on his body, and the swirling star cluster in the sky suddenly accelerated, turning from tranquility to violent in an instant.
The roaring sound was deafening in an instant.
It seems that everything in the past was false, waiting for the fish to appear.
A storm that was shocking again broke out at this moment, forming a powerful force that swept towards Yuliu Chen and blasted in front of it.
Yu Liuchen's whole body was shaken, and a mouthful of golden blood spurted out uncontrollably.
The sword on his chest even shot out infinite sword energy, sweeping through Yu Liuchen's body, and wherever it passed, countless flesh and blood were destroyed, and the mournful sound from Yu Liuchen spread throughout the heavens and the earth.
You still have a hand, and you don't do it at this time, so how long will you wait?
Yu Liuchen's expression was distorted, and the voice made the sky collapse, and the moment it came out, he rushed towards the Sword-Holding Emperor again.
Almost at the moment when Yu Liuchen's words came out, the strong wind in the sky rose again, this wind was cold, and wherever it passed, the heavens and the earth were filled with white wind and snow, and everything was sealed.
Whether it's clouds or mist, mountain love, rivers, and local things, even the laws and rules must freeze in this wind.
Because, this is the wind of immaculateness, this is the wind of the gods.
This is the wind of divine power from the Northern Ming royal family, another immaculate god.
In the wind, a god came.
The robe melted into the wind, turning into a palm composed of wind, and grabbed it towards the emperor.
Looking from a distance, on both sides of the Great Emperor at this moment, one side was Jade Glass Dust, and the other was the God of Cold Wind.
These two terrifying gods shot at the same moment.
Moreover, in all directions, at this time, in the midst of the shattering of nothingness, there were seven or eight gods, all of whom came out of the sky, and they were always hiding around, for this moment.
What they wanted was the natal light that emanated from the body of this last quasi-immortal who looked at the ancient manifestation before his fall.
This scene fell in the eyes of the human race.
The Empress's body shook, he wanted to make a move, but now his body could not move, and the moment when this divine fire was formed immediately was also his most vulnerable.
As for the others, they are not qualified to take off and participate in this battle.
Xu Qingyi's eyes were instantly filled with blood, and after resuscitation, he felt that something different had appeared in his body, and so did his soul.
The sense of completeness that was once felt by beating the drums reappears and becomes stronger.
It was as if all the scars, whether outside or inside, obvious or hidden, were carefully repaired by the Great Emperor.
Now, completely complete.
Not only that, but on that emperor's sword, the last trace of the emperor was also erased.
gave him this sword, complete and without any hidden dangers.
In addition, he also left a legacy in his mind.
"Sword style."
The name of this inheritance is these three words.
This is the most precious skill in the emperor's life, and it is his mantle.
It was also the move that once slashed at the heavenly sword.
Such a kindness was so deep that Xu Qing couldn't repay it, but now he saw that the emperor was facing such a siege, but he didn't have the ability to help in the slightest.
Xu Qing suddenly stood up, even if he was not qualified, he still had to show his sword.
But at this moment, a faint sound came from the sky.
"Don't be impatient."
This sound was calm and echoed the human race, just like the guards for countless years, which could make the race feel at ease.
At this time, it spread throughout the world, and at the same moment when the empress and Xu Qing's minds were calmed, the sword-wielding emperor in the sky did not have the slightest wave of expression, as if facing many gods joining forces like this, it was nothing more than this for him.
I saw him raise his right hand and grab the rushing Yu Liuchen in the air.
Under this grab, Yu Liuchen's whole body trembled violently, and the illusory sword on his chest actually made an earth-shattering sword sound, and then rushed out.
This sword, for the first time in tens of thousands of years, was pulled out of Yu Liuchen's chest.
At this moment, the shining sword light shone brightly, and the monstrous sword aura came out, which fell into the hands of the Great Emperor.
After being caught by the Great Emperor, he suddenly slashed towards the cold wind god hand that was coming behind him.
The sword light rose, and the heavens and the earth were shocked.
The divine hand broke in the wind, without any power to block it, countless divine blood spilled between them, and the wind that could freeze everything also disintegrated, collapsed, and shattered.
One of the gods from the Northern Ming royal family also disappeared suddenly without the slightest hesitation.
As for Yu Wei, it swept in all directions at this time, causing all the hidden gods who rushed out of the void to spit out divine blood one by one, each retreating, not daring to approach the slightest.
The Great Emperor actually has a sword.
This sword, tens of thousands of years ago, was left in Yu Liuchen's chest, and it was taken out today.
It shocked and angered people from all directions.
When the gods retreated, Yu Liuchen was the same, his body quickly retreated, but his eyes showed an unprecedented clarity, and all the reactions he had had in the past dispersed in an instant, becoming extremely calm.
The grace of not killing back then has been repaid.
The robe came here to see the last journey, and it was also the last sword.
After speaking at this time, he turned around and took a step, rolled up his crimson robe, stepped into nothingness, and walked away.
"The cause and effect have been broken, and I will say goodbye with the sword."