In a fragmented world, snow turns into water and covers the earth, and the burning flames are almost stopped.

The master of this world has woken up.

He looked at everything around him again and saw the woman with a playful face.

So a strange and familiar name popped out of his mouth.

"Su Yuelin."

The woman's expression was astonished, probably like the kind of joy that you died and lived. She leaned over and squatted down, and the water-like waves flowed through the breathtaking purple eyes.

"Should I say something... Long time no see? King?" The woman pinched his chin and looked at her repeatedly, her eyes not like facing the most respected king in the world, but more like observing a rare object, observing whether the object was broken or what it was.

The man smiled bitterly in his heart.

He has changed too much in just a hundred years, but this woman has never changed, and it still makes him so disgusted and annoyed. However, her look was right, he was indeed damaged and in a bad state.

The body had been eroded and filled with things that were even more pale than Su Yuelin.

Su Yuelin seemed to have seen enough, clapped his hands and looked to the other side.

"He woke up, is my stove gone?"

The stove? The man was stunned.

What stove?

He followed Su Yuelin's sight and finally noticed the figure sitting cross-legged in front of him. He was black in black clothes and dragon horns and tails. There was no doubt that this was a true dragon in the head, a ten kinds of Zhoutian! The existence of the dragon was hidden, so that he woke up without any notice. The black shadow worn by the red ancient sword nail roared and struggled, and was in great pain in the wine that the dragon fell down, and the roar was like coming from the Jiuyou Hell.

What kind of magical power is this?

The man was shocked.

There were such creatures recorded in the most obscure rubbings of the imperial court, but they were no longer there. No one knew where they went, and no one even knew how they were born. Even this information was left by his ancestor, the ancestor king who opened up the Xia Kingdom and pacified the world. One thing that every Xia king would know was that the ancestor king did not pass away as the eyes of the world, and he was still alive.

There is a bronze spear deep in the imperial city. It was a weapon that the ancestor king used to conquer the world. To this day, the natal seal engraved on the spear has not been erased.

The ten types of Zhoutian in front of him may have approached that level.

During the century when his consciousness was subsided, such a monster actually emerged from the world.

"Haha...haha, hahaha!" The joy made him laugh loudly, and the majestic laughter echoed in the wilderness, "The world's blessing! The world's blessing!"

"Idiot." Su Yuelin had no expression on his face.

This stunned the man again.

What is a "silly"? He didn't know, but what came out of Su Yuelin's mouth was still used to describe him, and it was definitely not a good word.

"Don't be lucky." Su Yuelin said, pointing to Li Xi'an, who is known as "the blessing of the world", "Look at it carefully, what he is."

The man concentrates his mind and his smile stagnates on his face.

"Ghost...ghosts?"

"Such a great creature... has died?"

He looked at Li Xi'an, as if he wanted to get the negative answer that made him beautiful.

Li Xi'an took a sip of wine, "Well, I've died."

He was hiding himself, actually observing that if the treatment was not clean, the sword would not just be nailed through the shadow. Su Yuelin's existence is the most powerful reliance of his body at present. Wu Zhu and ghosts and gods, the farther the ghosts and gods leave Wu Zhu, the weaker their power. On the contrary, Su Yuelin is next to him, as Su Yuelin said, showing its full strength. But Wu Zhu is also the weakness of ghosts and gods. Most magical powers in the world cannot damage the root of ghosts and gods, and even if defeated, they cannot be completely erased. But Wu Zhu cannot achieve the tenacious and terrible vitality of ghosts and gods.

Wu Zhu, who kills ghosts and gods, is the best way to deal with ghosts and gods.

Compared to fighting a ghost and god, killing Wu Zhu seems so simple and so easy.

He has to ensure Su Yuelin's safety.

If the King of Xia did not "wake up", then he would die in the next moment.

On the other hand, King Xia, who got the answer, could not hide his loss, but it was only a moment. He adjusted very quickly. Soon, this lost man once again became the lord of the world who bowed to the people.

As he breathed, it seemed as if the highest power in the world was held in his palm.

But he did not show the kingly dignity to Li Xi'an, and that attitude was to his subjects. In the eyes of King Xia, the dragon in front of him was not inferior to the king's power. The dragon is of a hundred scales and the ultimate combat power of flesh and blood. What a true dragon in the ancestral realm can do, even King Xia cannot imagine.

He looked at Li Xi'an again.

Wait for the other party’s later words.

Since he has become dead and has become a ghost, how did he die?

Li Xi'an responded: "On the day I climbed to Zhenyi, the Heavenly Court intercepted and killed me, and my Dharma image was shattered."

"Even the ten kinds of Zhoutian will be defeated in front of the Heavenly Court? I can even believe that among the ten kinds of creatures, all of them are called the most powerful. After many years of ups and downs, many creatures are buried in the loess of the Emperor City, and no one can defeat Xia's blood descendants in the Emperor City. You are the only one." The man said in a deep voice.

"If you fail, the situation will be more troublesome than I expected." King Xia raised his head and looked directly into Li Xi'an's eyes.

"Roar--!" Suddenly, the shadow roared under the dizzy sword.

It burst out, and the extended claws touched Li Xi'an's cheek.

"Be quiet." Li Xi'an lowered his eyelids, swept his long tail behind him, pouring the entire wine in the wine pot onto the dark sword. The wine and the sword body intertwined, and in an instant, a golden and orange light burst out.

The shadow was suppressed.

Li Xi'an realized that King Xia should know some key information about the Heavenly Court.

The successor of the dynasty who had been in the world for thousands of years could not know nothing about the giants above his head. The shadow suddenly rose up and wanted to stop him from obtaining those secrets.

"How much do you know about Heaven?" Li Xi'an asked.

"Many." King Xia's face was gloomy. "To be precise, I know a lot. After the dynasty has been continued, only the king can open these secrets and inherit the memories left by his ancestors. The king's responsibility is not only to maintain the existence of the dynasty, but also to suppress the secrets of the heavenly court in his heart. Monarchs of all dynasties can only rely on themselves, and we cannot tell anyone these things."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "The rules set by our ancestors?" Su Yuelin raised his eyebrows.

"The Zu King's warning is only one aspect, and on the other hand, the creatures who know this secret will gradually become corrupt. The powerful creatures who followed the Zu King to fight in all directions fell and were buried by the Zu King himself."

"You won't?"

"I won't."

"The Emperor's City Shen Peak, the Golden Palace, and the Piaomiao Linghe are all products created by helping the kings of all generations fight against the filth in their hearts. We have always been the ones to win. It is precisely because of this that the dynasty has been able to continue from ancient times to this day."

"You have been corrupted," Li Xi'an said.

"Yes, I have been corrupted. Their power is increasing, the foundation of the imperial city is decreasing, and I am afraid." The man clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his forehead thundered, which was far from the ordinary majestic king. He was like a desperate beast, fierce and terrifying. "I can't stand my descendants continuing to torture with the filth day and night. At that time, I decided to go deep into the darkness and explore the roots. Everything should have its source! I want to cut off its source!"

"When the power reached its peak, I finally decided to take action." The man turned to look at Su Yuelin, "Shi Xunian's Jiantiansi, she helped me. I stepped into the bottom of the imperial city and tried to pull out the spear of the ancestor king. After failure, I turned to the inscriptions carved from the source of the Linghe River and the Shenfeng. The battle with Jiantiansi dyed his hair all night and also shook the foundation of the imperial city."

"So, what is in the dark?" Li Xi'an still lowered his eyes, which made people unable to tell what was hidden in his eyes.

Dirt.

He also explored and walked into the endless darkness.

It’s like coming to the end of the universe, so desolate that even the stars cannot reach. The form of filth is pale, but when you explore the past, it is only extremely deep and dark. Li Xi'an has had a lot of dealing with these things, knowing how to deal with them, and knowing why they appear. Whenever the world reaches the end, these pale things come as promised, causing the world to fall.

Even a civilization as glorious as Jiuzhou is no exception.

But what after the world fell? Where did the creatures in that world go? They completely disappeared and became the nutrients of filth? Li Xi'an didn't know. In the past, the Supreme Lord of Jiuzhou could not stop him from falling. How could he figure it out at this moment? He was not surprised that the appearance of filth in the secret era was because Jiuzhou in the secret era was also Jiuzhou that was surviving. In the process of death, this world was just an existence or something that delayed the death of Jiuzhou.

He listened quietly to King Xia’s description and sought out the clue.

King Xia said—

“I saw the ‘people’.”

"The people in the world, their sufferings, their struggles, all the connections that exist in this world as humans." King Xia's tone was very tired, and he didn't want to mention these, "Then, I saw the power of wishes. There was no possibility of mistakenness. It was the power of wishes, and there was the existence of the power of wishes in the darkness of the filthy."

"The heavenly court of the world... is forged by the hearts of the people." He spoke slowly.

"As long as the world is dependent, with desires and hopes, they can be reborn again, and even if they are killed, they can be revived in prayer forever. The heaven has died countless times in the past, but no matter what, it will become a shadow on the earth again."

"The secret of the Heavenly Court left by the ancestor king is also related to this. My ancestor not only killed his followers after his corruption, but also killed the Heavenly Court. The bronze long spear once carried the head of the ancestor of the Heavenly Court to wander around in all directions, establishing the first dynasty on the wild land. The official position system in the dynasty actually had the shadow of the Heavenly Court."

"Since you can't defeat, what kind of victory are you eager for?" Li Xi'an asked.

"The ancestor king killed the Heavenly Court, leaving behind thousands of years for future generations. Red Dragon, if you killed the Heavenly Court, that's the same."

"Fight time and win the power of living creatures in the world to destroy the shadows!" King Xia growled.

But Li Xi'an got up.

King Xia was stunned and saw the dragon tail rolling up the wine pot on the ground.

"Give me some time, I can't do it like killing the Heavenly Court for the time being."

"By the way, you are completely corrupt. Do you need me to give you some fun?" Li Xi'an looked back, his golden vertical pupils burning like the sun, looking down at King Xia.

The man took a deep breath and shook his head and said, "I can still control myself now, so that the court will not interfere with you within ten years. The golden palace has been corrupted long ago. If I really want to die, the situation will be worse. The Linghe River is still clear and clean. Before I completely sink, the root of the Linghe River will be handed over to you, so that the river left by the ancestor king will flood the imperial city."

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The world was broken, and the vermilion red gate appeared at Su Yuelin's feet.

She held an umbrella and looked at her back as she left the mountain steps.

One ancestor and one king, all his backbone was hunched down, like an old ordinary person.

"Zhu, do you want to do what Xia Zu did?" Su Yuelin leaned over to Li Xi'an.

"Where are you from?" Li Xi'an suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Where did you come from before you pass through the Netherworld?"

"If you have to describe it, it is the future of this era."

"Did those people in later generations believe in gods and Buddhas?"

"If you don't believe it, the so-called believers are just seeking peace of mind. The so-called practice is just to cultivate one's own character and nature. No one will believe that these things really... exist!" Su Yuelin was stunned.

In the future of this era, no ghosts and gods in the heavenly court exist.

"How, have you figured it out?" Li Xi'an closed his eyes, his figure floating like a black cloud dissipating.
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