In the sky, in the vermilion temple.

Li Xi'an sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, above the throne that no god dared to covet.

He fell into a long sleep, and the blood-red immortality hung down upon the altar. The two foxes would occasionally come over and turn around the corner of their clothes, looking at the figures on the altar.

The golden flames like flowing clouds burned, which was the purest and most powerful spirit. As the master of the spirit breathed, he was ingesting the power of this space. Just like the gods who ate the world, he was doing similar things, but what he "eat" was this place, this mysterious land that had existed for a long time.

The gods worked hard in this space for thousands of years. They sacrificed countless things and obtained countless things. The altar naturally had spirituality. Now the dragon was chewing on it, which made his dragon bones thicker and his scales harder, and it seemed that there was thunder in his breath.

He equated with eating the altar.

The spirits in the vermilion temple are gradually decreasing, while the flames on the altar are getting brighter and brighter.

Whenever the God's envoy looks up at the golden flames on the altar, he always feels frightened.

Even if the sacrifice of the gods was not fulfilled, he still had to wait. In the sight of the two gods, red silk hung on the treetops, extending countless axes of light. The axes of light were unpredictable, and they tightly wrapped around the golden flames on the altar, which meant that this powerful and terrifying creature could not even leave. He could only live here day after day, waiting for the temple to respond to his day.

When is it?

Looking at the golden live fire on the altar and looking at the old trees growing wildly in the temple, the divine messenger had some guesses in his heart.

I'm afraid it's related to the emperors on earth.

The Emperor is the only creature in the world that can make the existence of heaven feel fear. The Emperor has overwhelming power, which even the gods cannot resist. However, the Emperor will not always exist as the creatures on earth imagined. If the God Envoy read it correctly, there should be only five emperors, representing the most primitive five elements in this world. Now the Emperor has three appeared. The God Envoy thought that their new masters would not wait too long.

The days here are simple and boring, but the Gods do not have the concept of boring. They do the same thing every day, cleaning the stone roads and temples. This place is clearly the most noble and mysterious end of the sky, but it will fall into dust like the mortal world. If they don’t clean for a period of time, the stone roads will be covered with dust.

But nothing outside the temple will not change, the eternal and deep night and the starry sky are far away like another place.

As usual, the God envoy cleaned the temple and then went to the largest temple to visit the owner.

But the ground was shaking and the temple was shaking.

The God's envoy was puzzled, but on the altar, a pair of eyes opened in the bath of flames. When there was a lotus blooming on the throne.

If Li Xi'an could watch this scene, he would find that he was so similar to the illusory figure he saw when he came to the temple.

The fox ran to the corner of the hall in a flash. The figure that had not moved for a long time on the altar walked down. The golden fire that wrapped him dispersed and paved the way for him. The red ancient clothes were erected. He walked down the altar, as if he had escaped from the mural.

Li Xi'an left the hall and came to the camphor tree.

The root of the shaking of this temple comes from this tree, with branches and leaves swinging, and the red silk hanging on the tops of the tree floats and falls.

He glanced at it, waved the two foxes to come, and said, "You go to the mortal world and do something for me."

The two foxes looked at each other and then tilted their heads, "Main Priest, even if you have your will, we still cannot stay away from heaven. As for the mortal world, we have no magical powers. What can we do to help you do?"

"Take this to the emperor of the world, you don't need to do anything else. Just leave it to him and return." A moon-white water flow gathered beside Li Xi'an, and finally formed a stream-like silk belt, with stars floating and floating.

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Emperor Bai died in the hills of the West Mountain.

It is said that when the emperor was about to die, his army was still sieging cities and plundering land for him, and constantly advancing towards areas that humans had never touched.

This is how people circulate the world. The emperor's army wants to kill Kunlun and get immortal elixirs for the emperor.

Zhuanxu knew that the truth was not the case.

The emperor led his army to attack Kunlun, not for the so-called immortal medicine. The emperor was looking for something, and the army led the emperor's descendants who built the bridge. Zhuanxu knew what the emperor was doing. After the emperor could not find the way to heaven, he turned to seek the world outside of Shenzhou. In his late years, the emperor had already sensed something in the west of Shenzhou. The emperor said to Zhuanxu that that thing was the world he had seen on the trunk of a tree.

There are creatures with him who call him in that world.

I don't know if it's an enemy or a friend.

But Emperor was not afraid of these things. It would be better to say that he was more expecting that the creature that called him was an enemy. In this way, the Emperor would finally have an opponent that could allow him to truly pull out the sword in his heart. The sharpness was kept in his heart for too long. No creature in this world could bear the sharpness of the Emperor's aura, so the Emperor's sword had never been sheathed, and the slaughtered tribe was just because of the Emperor's glance.

It's ridiculous and sad to think of it. An emperor in charge of the golden shop never drew his sword throughout his life.

Zhuanxu sometimes even thought that it might be because the sharpness that was kept in his heart could not be revealed that he slowly grinded the proud emperor to death.

In Xuanyuan City, an envoy quickly entered the central palace.

Zhuanxu received a letter.

The army led by the emperor has not returned yet.

But Gonggong declared war on him and wanted to fight for the position of emperor.

Gonggong's bloodline is ancient and traced back to Yanhuang.

The wife of Emperor Yan and the son of Chishui, Ting'ao gave birth to Yanju. Yanju gave birth to the festival, and the festival was born in the opera artifact. The opera artifact was born in Zhurong, and Zhurong descended in the river water and gave birth to Gonggong.

At the same time, Gonggong is also the god in charge of water.

"Konggong..." Zhuanxu's expression was cold, neither happy nor sad, and seemed to care about Gonggong's rebellion.

He just sighed and said, "Emperor, you pave the way for the human race all your life. Have you ever thought that there will still be rebellion. Rebellion even comes from the tribe you trust the most? Without foreign races, there are no conflicts. People will create foreign races and conflicts by themselves, and this has been the case since ancient times."

Zhuanxu put away his letters.

What he suddenly thought of.

"Maybe you thought about it, but you don't care."

Just like the Yanhuang dispute in ancient times, his uncle was a person who had experienced that era and might have expected the scene now.

Even the blood descended from the Yan Emperor tribe was the opponent left by the emperor. Taking away the army of Xuanyuan City left a fair room for this road to fighting for the emperor. The army of Xuanyuan City naturally obeyed Zhuanxu. If the emperor did not take away the army, Gonggong would not declare war.

In this era, it is better to compare whose blood is flowing in his body than whose fist. This is how the iron-blooded emperor taught him.

If he loses to Gonggong, he will naturally not be qualified to become the new emperor.
Chapter completed!