The heaven is in a radius, with a figure standing with a sword, and the corpse is towering into a mountain, bloody and surging.

He cut off the greedy man's head and walked towards the divine bird that was nailed to death.

Li Xi'an actually felt a little familiar with this ancient feather, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

But he stopped.

Because there was a heavy sound of gold and iron in the depths of the radius, like someone pulling out a long-closed weapon. Then there was the sound of footsteps, something came out from the depths, and the whole space trembled with its pace.

Li Xi'an thought of a name mentioned by the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.

"emperor".

Yes, this dirty herd should have a herder. The filthy will not make such obscure and terrible decisions. They will only follow a certain existence and act as executioners. Some people have been laying out in the heavens for thousands of years, treating the heaven and earth as chessboards and pasture on earth.

The people who are behind the scenes are all chess pieces, and no one knows whether they are also chess pieces.

Li Xi'an hates playing chess.

Maybe the other party invited him to finish the game since the day he passed the tribulation, but was rejected. The statue of the gods set up by the people and the heavenly soldiers walking around the imperial capital, bit by bit, that thing was eroding the world.

The other party invited him to play chess, and he might never have thought that one day they would meet again in the radius of heaven.

This is no longer playing chess.

It's king against king.

Li Xi'an wants to kill the chess player, so he will win no matter what.

As the footsteps approached, a figure walked out of the light, wearing armor and holding a spear. This was a tall man, with his helmet engraved with the words of the sacrificial sacrifice of the Xia Dynasty. It was clear that the sound of his footsteps could make the world tremble, but when he stood here, it was no different from the aura of those heavenly soldiers. This made Li Xi'an alert. The aura of the heavenly soldiers was just an appearance, and the other party gave him the feeling of extreme restraint, and it was as quiet as facing mountains and rivers.

Because everything is gone, mountains, rivers and earth are the ones who are watching, and they look down on the heaven and earth silently.

There is no doubt that he is the "emperor".

"Red Dragon." The Emperor spoke.

Li Xi'an held the dim sword and stared at the face under the other party's helmet, "King Xia Zu."

They are separated from each other by a river of blood at this moment.

This is the widest river of blood flowing out of the feather's chest. The blood keeps rolling, and occasionally the divine fire will be ignited due to the excessive spiritual energy.

"That was the name that was a long time ago." Emperor sighed.

"You should call me emperor."

"Emperor?" Li Xi'an sneered, "You are not worthy of the title of Emperor."

"But this is the fact. Whether you admit it or not, I am the emperor of the Heavenly Court, and all the members of the Heavenly Court respect me. If I have the will, the power of the world will only be destroyed in the heavenly court, and they cannot stop me." The emperor did not seem angry, he spoke calmly and calmly about destruction.

"The world should be cleansed, but it happens to be now. Your only misfortune is that you were born in this era. If you move forward, you can walk into the universe as a dragon that crisscrosses of the world with those highly regarded feathers, and finally die in a corner of the starry sea that no one knows. If you go backwards, you are born as a creature in the heavenly court, and you will not usher in death, nor will you think of resisting me."

The emperor inserted the spear in his hand to the ground.

"Your arrival is too sudden, but I think it is not sudden, but some kind of destiny. This era is destined to stand in front of me and wave my sword at me. After all, this world is struggling so much in an era that has never been broken, and it is not surprising that a destined creature appears again."

"But I will say, everything is meaningless." The Emperor shook his head. "Chic Dragon, have you ever lost?"

Li Xi'an held the faint sword and danced wildly in red clothes stained with blood. He stared at the emperor without saying anything.

"You will lose." He looked at Li Xi'an, his deep eyes seemed to be able to break the future.

"And it's a complete defeat."

…………

At the top of the Imperial Temple, on the surface of the altar, the inscribed words are filled with the color of gold.

Su Yuelin danced.

This is an ancient dance move passed down from the Taimiao. Some people have said that the dance moves of the Taimiao Siming can make the gods lower their heads, which is a peerless beauty that makes the gods admire. She jumped on the altar, her wide sleeves were as relaxed as clouds. With Su Yuelin's movements, the sun, moon and stars on her robe were really rising and falling, and some rules came upon her and enveloped the world!

It's getting foggy.

There is a golden rain of light in the fog, and the fragments reflected by the raindrops shine in the ancient times. It is the journey of people fighting against barbarism under the starry sky.

The phenomena and laws of the movement between heaven and earth turned into gods in human hearts at that time, they worshiped those forces and finally held that power in their palms.

Su Yuelin's dance steps gently stepped through the water of time, and she was in a daze for a moment.

Because she didn't know whether it was the past or the future that was reflected.

History is a circle, and it goes around and returns to the origin. Just like this sacrificial dance, the Jiantiansi surrounded the altar and finally returned to the beginning.

She lowered her eyes, and her butterfly-like eyelashes gently covered her purple eyes, and the light rain and mist reflected in her eyes. At this time, she seemed to have become the gaze of time.

The person who passes through the underworld.

Isn’t it also a dream of reincarnation?

"The rain is green and the clouds are shining, and the emperor returns..." She chanted softly.

It's raining.

"It's raining!"

"Really! It's raining! God bless you, God bless you!"

"Dad! Mom! It's raining! Don't be hungry!"

People look up, feel the chill that hits their faces, and cheer, which is unparalleled joy and excitement.

The raindrops fell to the world and were picked up by people with their palms. They stared at the drop of rain that soon disappeared in their hands and observed them repeatedly, afraid that all this was an illusion. But when the rain filled the cracked gullies of their palms and carried away the soil through the gaps between their fingers, they smiled.

The rain dripped across their faces and dripped on the corners of their eyes, as if they were crying.

Clouds and rains from all directions come, covering the world.

People can't help but kneel down, kowtow, and press their foreheads against the earth warmed by water. This is life, this is their future. Joy, great sorrow, and the complex world all become transparent in the rain.

The hazy rain and fog, and the figures of the heavenly soldiers and generals are melting.

The raindrops hit them, like the deadliest poison sprinkled on them, and the black mist was evaporated, like snow encountered flames, melting in an instant without leaving any trace. The tall king of the tower was glaring, but before he could descend his divine power, armor, helmet, and even himself melted into the rain.

The huge figures of ghosts and gods were silent under the rain curtain.

They watched the witches walk into the imperial capital without any stopping them. There were countless bowing on both sides of the street. The great witches chanted prayers. They walked slowly on the street leading to Shenfeng from the imperial capital. The rain splashed with mist around them, covering them. The low singing seemed to awaken something. Something woke up in a long sleep and casted its eyes on this era.

"It's still so beautiful." He exclaimed.

This is also part of the ancient sacrificial sacrifice, but they cannot be with Jiantian Siming at this time, so they have to walk on the road. At this moment, the highest point in the world belongs to Jiantian Siming.

With this rain, countless pale and slender corpses fell in the lead-gray clouds, accompanied by extremely thick blood.

It seemed as if an extremely dangerous war broke out in the sky, leaving behind countless corpses. The corpses fell and were turned into nothingness by the rain on the way down, as if nothing had happened, and thick blood also became part of the rain.

An ancient golden tree is growing under the rain curtain, and more and more jade plaques are hanging upside down on the branches.

Finally, the growth of the trees stopped and the name was engraved on the last jade token—

"Cinnabar".

It is a Dharma image, and now the branches and leaves are stagnant because its owner has passed away.

Li Xi'an's figure appeared next to the altar at some point.

His figure is blurred at this moment and is almost covered by the rain curtain.

Su Yuelin performed a magical dance, turning his head from time to time to look in this direction. Even though Li Xi'an's existence almost disappeared, she still noticed that the cinnabar mole at the corners of her eyes was particularly dazzling on her white skin, and it penetrated into his soul like a drop of blood.

The Red Dragon lost.

As the emperor said, he lost a lot.

But the emperor's murmur also echoed in Li Xi'an's ears.

"So she... is the destined creature."

The rain melted the resentment and returned the clear sky and earth to the earth. In the sky, the world sitting on the earth was broken, and all living beings on the earth heard a cry at this moment. The fire in the sky was so dazzling. The divine bird stretched its wings in the clouds and reborn in the fire. An ancient ten kinds of heaven, even if they were nailed and swallowed for such a long time, did not die.

Waiting for the arrival of the new day.

The initial flame burned and rolled above the clouds. At the moment when the rain fell, countless eyes gathered in the depths of the starry sea, but they were all blocked by the divine bird. Seeing the fire, Li Xi'an finally knew where his familiarity when he saw this divine bird came from. The three blue birds, Xiao Yu. She disappeared from the Jiuzhou Yaochi, lost in the world, and after countless times, she regained the power of the law.

"This is ten kinds of vitality, so tenacious and so great." The emperor also slowly walked from the illusion, stood by the altar, side by side with Li Xi'an.

At this moment, they are like old friends who are reminiscing about the same grand new life together.

The emperor will die too.

"When I climbed to heaven, she was there, and the blood from the wound became a cultivation ground for the priests."

"How did she get shot?"

"The inscription on the arrow comes from a supreme." said the Emperor, "Some ancient creatures kept searching for Jiuzhou in the universe. Perhaps it was the moment when she woke up and gained strength, and the supreme shot the arrow."

The emperor looked at the divine bird sitting in the fire, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

"She is leaving." said the Emperor, "Chinlong, you should know that if you gain power beyond the world in this world, you will attract attention. She is now reborn, and for such creatures, the power of the law will soon be held in her hands. Therefore, she is leaving and leaving this world."

"In fact, the same is true for the vanishing eaglemen who have disappeared in the past. They have to leave and find the source of their sight."

"Why tell me this?"
To be continued...