Chapter 771: Peasant's commission
He opened the existence of the blood chakra, the life span of the soul is the same as the life span of the physical body, the death of the body is eliminated, the death of the body, the soul will die.
Only before the death of the soul soars into the void, can the soul be preserved by the void, and if the sacrifice is continued, the soul will be permanent.
But in order to see Zhong Yue, the Emperor chose to stay after his death, tell him what he knew, entrust him with his unfinished business, and give him what he didn't dare to think or do.
Zhong Yue looked stunned, staring blankly at the smile of the old man who greeted them, in order to meet him, as for the end of the battle?
He could see that the soul of the farmer had begun to dissipate. This dissipation was irreversible and irreparable. If the soul died, it would really die.
The void can still save him. There is no time passing there. Although it will wither and decay, it is much slower, and it can be postponed if there is enough sacrifice.
"You finally came……"
The emperor's soul laughed: "Follow me, there are many eyeliners outside."
Zhong Yue and Jiang Yizhang followed the old man's soul and walked into the palace of the Emperor. The soul of the farmer stood in front of his coffin, his expression agitated and whispered: "Fu Xi, I thought I would never see Fu Xi in this life I did n’t expect to see you at last. I have a lot to say to you, and I have a lot to tell you. Unfortunately, I was born too early. If I could be tens of thousands of years at night, even hundreds of years, maybe not now The situation is ... "
"I was born too late."
Zhong Yue said apologetically: "Failed to come to see you during the victory of the Emperor."
"It's not too late, it's not too late to see you now."
The emperor ’s soul had a surge of light in his eyes, and he was very excited: "In this era, everyone who dares to be a Fuxi is a great existence. I dare not, Iyi dare not. I do n’t even dare to let Xuanyuan become Fuxi, but you dare, you did it. What you have to do is many times greater than what I do. Your pressure is many times greater than mine. I let the people in the ancient universe inform you that you are not here. , You just come here, this is worthy of Fuxi's name. "
Zhong Yue froze slightly. He insisted on coming, not trying anything, just promised to come to see him.
The emperor's soul laughed: "I'm waiting for Fuxi. I can't live to help you, and my soul is running out of time, before my soul dissipates. I tell you a few important things .Yi, avoid it first. "
Jiang Yimin said for a moment, the soul of the farmer said: "You are the next emperor. You are only responsible for the human race. Don't listen to the secrets of Fu Xi's. It will be harmful to you instead of listening to it."
Jiang Yizhang retreated, instead of leaving the Emperor's Hall, he went to the quiet room in the hall.
The Emperor Peasant is dead. There is still a lot of surveillance here. If he goes out, he will be seen. This raises doubts as to why Zhongyue's soul was left by Zhongnong instead of him, so Zhongyue would have many more dangers and temptations.
"the first thing."
The emperor's soul was dissipating, but he still said: "Fu Xi's ancient emperor's exercises have been broken."
Zhong Yue's body shook and she lost her voice: "How is that possible? How profound is the skill of the Emperor Fuxi's emperors? How can it be broken?"
In his knowledge of the sea, the salary fire almost jumped out, and shouted, "Impossible! What is the existence of the Emperor of Heaven? The emperor Fuxi Emperor was the most powerful being of that era. How could their exercises be broken?"
"Every Fuxi emperor's method has been broken. All magical powers have been spared."
The spirit of the farmer continued: "Including Fuxi's natural powers, natural totems, three **** eyes, divine heart, divine bone, innate dragon scales, snake tail, and spirit. All are broken. If you can't jump out of Fuxi's sage I ’d advise you to change your face and do not have to do Fuxi again. ”
The shock in Zhong Yue's heart still hasn't gone, and the skills and racial talents of Fu Xi's have even been broken, and the impact on him can be imagined!
In one era, a protoss with the most powerful era has accumulated wisdom for nearly a million years. That's useless.
Salary is also frowning, shaking his head again and again: "Impossible, impossible, even if they cracked the work of Fu Xi ’s Emperor Fu Xi ’s dynasty after Emperor Hao Hao, it is impossible to decipher the work of Fu Hao Emperor before Emperor Hao Hao. Because those exercises are with me, Fuxi in the future will not know, they naturally cannot know ... "
The emperor's soul did not notice this small flame in Zhongyue's knowledge of the sea. He was dead, leaving only the soul, not much cultivation for mana, and Zhongyue became a god, cultivation for a great increase in strength, and became more powerful, Even the idle Creator would not want to see him through.
"It was completely cracked."
Nonghuangdao: "The human race in the ancient universe was the descendant of Fuxi's exile. When Fuxi had not completely extinct, there were still several amazing Fuxis in the ancient universe. They tried to make a world-shaking move. Unfortunately, Defeated without exception. Everything in the Fuxi Protoss seems to be seen through. "
"Is that those who existed in ancient times were reincarnated to Fuxi, stealing the techniques of Fuxi Protoss, researching and cracking, and even researching ways to restrain Fuxi's racial talent?"
Zhong Yue was distraught: "It's impossible, it's impossible, after all, the skills of Fuxi's Emperor Fuxi before the fire fell asleep, they should not have these exercises, how could they be cracked? Except for the fire, where did they get it? Emperor Hao Yi and Shi Yi? "
"The second thing."
The farmer emperor Shen said: "There are still a few fuxi skins in the Ziwei star field. They are extremely cruel. You have to be careful. They have the same bloodline as you, but they must be the most fierce for you."
Zhong Yue was silent.
The cruelest to their own people must be the traitors of the people. The traitors are far more cruel, even cruel, than their real enemies!
"The third thing."
The peasant's soul gradually faded, saying: "The seal of Fuxi's blood, extinction of Fuxi's existence may be just the existence before the stage, and there is most likely to be a stronger presence behind it. The fourth thing ..."
His speech speeded up, apparently feeling that time was not enough, and his voice was intermittent: "Escaped to Fuxi in the ancient universe, and took away a terrible weapon, after 80,000 years of worship and worship, it has matured. Weapons have been awakened and born. "
"Fifth thing, I left a lot of forces for you, and may help you in the future."
"The sixth thing is that I am a proton, so I am under house arrest. Protons mean that there are powerful beings behind them. These beings may help you in the future, provided that you have the capital to help them ..."
...
He talked about one thing after another quickly, and eventually his soul became more and more dim, and finally he was about to disappear.
"Fu Xi, I have entrusted you to the human race! One last thing, survive, there is hope!"
His soul was completely disintegrated, a generation of heroes, a generation of arrogance, the greatest existence of the human race, so it turned into a soul and became a sing.
Zhong Yue stood in front of the coffin and closed the coffin cover.
He yelled with all his strength: "The peasant emperor is dead! Send the peasant a ride--"
He bowed down to the coffin and worshiped the respectable old man.
Outside the hall, many disciples of the Emperor Emperor kneeled down at the Emperor's Hall, and the entire holy land could not hear any sound.
Jiang Yizhen ran out of the quiet room, his footwork was getting slower and slower, and finally he bowed to the ground and fell to the ground.
"Congratulations, Brother!" The elder cried.
The farmer went away.
On the day that the emperor was buried, there were a lot of messengers from other ethnic groups in the holy place of the human race, and they came to pay their respects. On the other hand, it depends on whether the emperor was really dead.
It was quite ironic that another angel of the emperor came to read the intention of the emperor and pursued the peasant emperor as a loyal hero.
"Nonghuang's life is coming to an end, gratifying and congratulating!"
Suddenly, a human deity among the guests stood up and laughed: "I don't know how many existences I want to make a good death is not available, but he died unharmed. This is a good thing!"
Many disciples of the Emperor Emperor were furious and looked at this man, only to see that this man was another human race leader in the Ziwei Star Field.
Zhong Yue frowned slightly, looking at Jiang Yizhen.
Jiang Yizhen was also angry, but he didn't show it in his complexion, and said: "I am a disciple of the Congenital Emperor, called Qi Ding."
"After all, the emperor of our human race, no matter what, no matter how much he has done, I should worship."
The **** man Qi Ding stepped forward and worshiped the peasant's coffin. Jiang Yizhen was furious and suddenly stood side by side in front of the spirit coffin. He heard only a loud noise and an invisible magical power colliding Then, banging on Jiang Yizhen, shocked the old man with bleeding from the corners of his mouth, took a few steps back, and nearly hit the coffin.
Jiang Yi swallowed the blood that swept up his throat, and said angrily, "Qi Ding, how dare you want to break the farmer's body?"
Qi Dinggan laughed and got up and said, "I don't believe he is dead, so I need to scare him. What is Brother Yi Yi so nervous about?"
Only then did Zhong Yue know that the leader of this tribe turned out to secretly perform magical powers and shatter the peasant's body in the coffin to see if the peasant was really dead.
"Some people kneeling down are not as good as dogs." He was angry.
Many disciples of the Emperor came in, holding on to the coffin, and sending the old man who contributed his life's work to the human race into the heavens of the human race.
Numerous human races inhabit and reproduce in the heavens of the human race. This is the only pure land for the people of the Ziwei Starfield. It will not be oppressed by foreign enslavement, will not be used as food, and will be used as livestock.
The old man opened up the heavens, sheltered them, opened up the wisdom of the people, taught spiritual practice, and planted grains. Now the old man is gone, forever.
In front of the statue of the emperor, the incense was full of prosperity. People in the heavens worshiped him and worshiped him, but he had already lost his soul. This sacrificial worship was just a spiritual sustenance.
The Peasant Emperor can no longer manifest himself in the spirit and reappear in this world.
He planted grains and fed an unknown number of people. He regarded the farmer as the emperor, diligently and diligently, and worked for the people. (To be continued.) () "Humanitarian Supreme" only represents the author's point of view. If it is found that its content violates national laws, please delete it. Its position is only to provide a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!