Chapter 1177: Where to die

Chapter 1177: Where to die

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Zhong Yue was silent, Emperor Jijie's immortal consciousness broke through the blockade of the sky and appeared in the reincarnation burial area. It should be that he had foreseen the defeat of Fuxi, and could not bear the dissolution of Fuxi's emperor's soul. Brutality. | Every two people who read romance, there is an account that has signed up to °° 乐 ° 小 ° 说 °.

"Is that the scene recorded by Emperor Jijie's consciousness?

He is a little confused. Can Taoism go to the lower world?

If the Taoist gods can go to the lower world, why don't the Houtu Niangni and Lei Zelong have no lower world and help each other?

There are too many annihilated and buried histories in the era of geography. These histories are no longer known, or hidden in corners, waiting for future generations to discover, or have been deliberately erased, unable to find the truth.

Suddenly, the burial soul mounds were buzzing and shaking gently.

The time and space in front of Zhong Yue and Hun Dunyu have a feeling of distortion and chaos. They saw the burial soul grave disappearing, it seems that time is going backwards, and back to the moment when this burial soul grave has not yet been established, countless soul fragments felt Emperor Jijie's immortal consciousness came one after another, it was the remnant soul and spirit of Emperor Fuxi.

Their final consciousness was surging, and they accepted the defeat.

"What else can we leave for our offspring?"

An old emperor soul did his best to gather his own remnants and souls, and the final consciousness was surging, asking.

"No more."

Another imperial soul that was about to die out suddenly said: "We have done our best to contribute all our strength."

"No. We still have, we can fight again, even if our soul is broken, even if our soul is flying, we can leave a little hope for Fuxi later."

Those imperial souls that are about to perish reach out their palms, and above this piece of funeral burial mound to be formed, one palm is superimposed together, and the dazzling light is bursting out.

"After we die, we can still do the final battle for Fuxi in future generations, and we can continue to fight!"

"We use our remnant souls, our dilapidated corpses, and our surviving ways to breed the corpse emperor of Fuxi here!"

"Grow a new life with our stubborn body, and fight for our Fuxi's future! We do not enter the cycle, don't be born again, even if I am completely gone!"

"Dear friends, brothers, seniors, descendants, we met here through Fuxi's history of nearly a million years, and joined together in the last days to fight side by side. I am very lucky to be able to see the ancestors of the predecessors, but also to see To the younger Junjie. "

"We have not been born in the same era. Our wreckage, our will, our spirit, will be merged together, and become the last barrier to protect the race and promote the race."

"The emperor of Fuxi, even after death, will do the final battle for my protoss and contribute the final strength!"

"In the future, Fu Xi will inherit our legacy and will come to wake us up and continue to fight for our race!"

"We are waiting for his arrival!"

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The voices of those emperor souls converged into a torrent, the ancient universe, the Ziwei star field, the three thousand six realms, the tombs opened, the light burst out, and an emperor's corpse of Fuxi broke through the universe and headed for the samsara burial area.

However, the number of complete imperial corpses is not large. More imperial corpses appear on the battlefields around the universe. They have all fallen down, or have been suppressed or beheaded, and their limbs and arms have been left.

These wrecks are also flying up to the reincarnation area.

They flew into the emperor's funeral heaven in the samsara burial area, and fell here. The blood of the emperor flew up, and the remaining spirituality was merging, gradually turning into a peerless giant, and gradually drowned by dust.

With the help of their corpses, they are creating a very powerful being. Their corpses have lost their spirituality and turned into towering mountains and rivers, like graves.

Those imperial souls that are about to perish are dissipating, and the spirit is immersed in the unparalleled giant, allowing their remnants to nourish and nurture a new life in the giant formed by the imperial blood spirituality.

They are merging, dissipating, and eventually disappearing completely, leaving only one grave.

Where did he die? Support body with the same mountain.

"wait……"

"Wake us ..."

"Continue fighting!"

Time flies, the funeral burial mound returns to normal, calmness returns, and there is a roar looming from the underground, it seems that something is about to wake up.

"Did the ancient emperor of Fuxi's family really give birth to a living emperor's corpse?" Hun Dunyu was shocked, feeling the vibration under his feet, and lost his voice.

Zhong Yue was also feeling the shock at his feet. The corpse of Fuxi's emperor had been bred for 100,000 years, and now it is about to wake up. Their will, spirit and remnant soul are merged to give birth to a new life, and to make the final battle for Fuxi Protoss And contribute the last strength.

"Not yet, not yet ..."

Zhong Yue suddenly knelt down, holding her hands on the ground, seemingly carrying an unimaginable burden, so heavy that he almost crushed him, so much that he couldn't breathe, so much that he couldn't stand up.

Firewood floated from his eyebrows, and looked at him with pity. This burden should not be carried by him, not by the young man who came out of Zhongshan, but carried by Feng, but now it is falling On his shoulder.

It's too heavy and too heavy.

Although Zhong Yue tightened her body, her nerves, and tried her best to exhaust all her wisdom and strength, she still feels unable to bear the heavy pressure from this burden.

An ancestor with glorious history and an extremely glorious past are both glory and pressure.

"Don't wake up, don't wake up, I'm not ready yet, give me some time ..."

He murmured to the raised ground: "Give me more time, don't force me, give me more time, I will not disappoint you ..."

The ground shook, and it seemed that the things below heard his words, and slowly fell silent, slowly falling asleep.

After a long time, Zhong Yue slowly got up, was silent, and there was a dead silence in his eyes. Slowly, a ray of light burst from the dead darkness in his eyes, as if the fire of stars lit the universe in his eyes.

"Zhongshan's, you are under too much pressure. Have some children and give them to them."

Zhong Yue took a long breath and looked at the graves, and it seemed to become cheerful again: "Give it to your children? Fire, do you think I paid more, or the seniors buried in these graves paid more? ? "

The fire was gone.

"After their death, the soul still dares to fight for the race, the dead flesh still dares to fight for the race, at the expense of the soul, and at the expense of the corpse. Not willing to enter the reincarnation, not to have a new life, to be a ghost, to be a corpse, to contribute the last strength. "

Zhong Yue was inspiring, as if the pressure that had almost crushed him just now did not exist at all, calmly said: "I have not yet reached that point, how dare I shirk my responsibility and give it to my children and grandchildren? The children and grandchildren gave the burden to their children and grandchildren, the Fuxi Protoss, and it really became extinct. There will never be a day of revival. Or ... let me carry it. "

Firewood was silent, returned to his brows, and floated in the sea of ​​his knowledge.

"Zhongshan, you have grown up completely, you are now the contemporary leader of the Fuxi Protoss." Salary whispered softly.

Zhong Yue stepped forward and stepped out of the grave. Hun Dunyu followed up and took back the mirror that recorded the scene just now. After thinking about it, he took out the mirror and wrote a sentence on the screen in the mirror.

"Here, people inherited the ancestors' ancestors, followed the ancestral teachings and spiritual baptism before the remnants of previous ancestors, and Fuxi ancestors have witnessed them becoming contemporary Fuxi leaders.

He withdrew the mirror, and his heart was astonished: "My old ancestor asked me to follow him, observe him, record him, do I want to witness this history?"

He felt like he was growing up, and he became more mature without knowing it.

"Brother Yu, come quickly, let's go to the tenth heaven!"

Zhong Yue turned her head and smiled and urged: "Let's go and see if there is really a perfect world that King of Paradise says!"

Hun Dunyu quickly followed and laughed: "Mr. Yi, haven't you said that the truth is always dark and bloody, why are you still interested in the tenth heaven? Also, you said that we might fall into Someone is in control, so if we go to the tenth heaven, aren't we in the middle of his arms? Everything we do may be made for him. In this case, are we tenth heaven? "

Zhong Yue looked up Looking up to the tenth heaven's barriers, there is a coffin born from the nature of heaven and earth, as if you can bury everything, and the stars of the ninth spiritual root have fallen into it, It looks gorgeous and colorful, and the beautiful and beautiful scenery that reflects there is truly a perfect blissful world.

"We have fallen into the calculation of someone's existence. I am familiar with his methods."

Zhong Yue continued to walk forward and said, "Perhaps, all beings in this world are their chess pieces, and the universe is their chess board, but wherever you go, they are still chess pieces, and they are still on the chessboard. In this case, then Why not fight hard? And obviously, the chess player is not just him. "

"Not only him?" Hun Dunyu seemed to understand, a little puzzled.

Zhong Yue laughed: "What if I am both his chess piece and other existing chess pieces? In this way, I can eat the chess of the black family like a fish, and then eat the chess of the white family, black and white, and develop myself A big dragon! "

His eyes flickered a little, licking his lips, and whispering, "Big dragon wants to jump out of the chess board, eat all four, and the chess player will be eaten too! This chess is not so easy to play!"

Hundun was horrified and wanted to take out the mirror to write down, but hesitated again, not recording the words.

The Demon King of Wisdom looked at a huge magic mirror, and found the trace of Zhong Yue. He couldn't help but shake his spirits and got up. He smiled, "Xiao Fuxi is in the game!

At this time, Feng Wuji and others also appeared in the magnificent sacred realm of Emperor Funeral under the leadership of Lingzi Shou, and met the Lord of Emperor Ling.

"Are there Fuxi?"

The emperor's corpse is dominated by the emperor's corpse sanctification, and the horrible rays of light between the opening and closing of the eyes are trembling, and the voice is shaking the space and time, saying: "I am here to stay here and wait for this day!" (To be continued.)