Zhong Yue was silent. Emperor Jijie's immortal consciousness broke through the blockade of the sky and appeared in the burial area of ​​the reincarnation. It should be that he had foreseeed the defeat of Fuxi and could not bear to see the souls of Fuxi's emperor dissipate, so he called their remnant souls here.

"Is the scene recorded by Emperor Jijie's spiritual consciousness a Taoist god participated in the war?"

He was a little confused. Can the Taoist God go down to the realm?

If the Tao God could go down to the realm, why did Empress Houtu and Lei Ze Shenlong not come down to the realm and have no help?

In the war of the destruction of the Earth Chronicle era, there are too many annihilations and buried history. These history is no longer known, or hidden in a corner, waiting for future generations to discover, or have been deliberately erased, and there is no way to find the truth.

Suddenly, the tombs of soul burying were buzzing and shaking gently.

The time and space in front of Zhong Yue and Hun Dunyu had a twisted and chaotic feeling. They saw the soul burial tomb disappearing, as if time was flowing back. Back to the moment when the soul burial tomb was not yet established, countless soul fragments sensed the immortal consciousness of Emperor Jijie, which were the residual souls and spirits of Emperor Fuxi.

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

“What else can we leave for our descendants?”

An old emperor soul did his best to gather his soul and spirits, and his consciousness finally surged, asking.

"there is none left."

Another emperor soul who was about to be destroyed said sadly: "We have done our best to contribute all our strength."

"No. We still have it, we can fight again. Even if our souls are broken and even if our souls are scattered, we can still leave a little hope for Fuxi later."

The emperor souls that were about to be destroyed stretched out their palms, and in the sky above the tomb of the burial soul, one by one, the palms were stacked together, and dazzling light burst out.

"After we die, we can still fight for Fuxi in later generations, and we can continue to fight!"

"We use our residual souls, our broken corpse, and our remaining Taoist practice to nurture the corpse emperor of Fuxi here!"

"Use our remaining body to give birth to new life and fight for the future of our Fuxi! If we do not enter the cycle of reincarnation, we should not be reborn, even if I completely transform! "

"My fellow Taoists, senior brothers, seniors, seniors, we meet here through the history of Fuxi for nearly a million years. We join forces in the end of the world and fight side by side. I am very lucky to be able to meet the predecessors and wise men, and we can also see the heroes of the younger generations."

"We have not been born in the same era. Our bodies, our will, and our spirits will merge together and turn into the last barrier to protect the race and rejuvenate the race."

"Emperor of Fuxi, even after his death, will fight the final battle and contribute the last strength to our gods!"

"In the future, Fuxi will inherit our will, awaken us, and continue to fight for our race!"

"We're waiting for his arrival!"

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The sounds of those emperor souls gathered into a torrent, the ancient universe, the Ziwei Star Domain, the Three Thousand and Six Path Realms, and the tombs opened one after another, and the light burst out, and the emperor corpses of Fuxi cut through the sky of the universe and headed towards the burial area of ​​the reincarnation.

However, there are not many complete imperial corpses. More imperial corpses appear in battlefields across the universe, and have fallen down, either suppressed, or killed, with broken limbs and arms left, leaving only wreckage.

These wreckages are also flying up and flying towards the burial area of ​​reincarnation.

They flew into the Emperor's Burial Heaven in the Reincarnation Burial Area, and fell here. The Emperor's blood flew up, and the remaining spirituality was merging, gradually turning into an unparalleled giant, gradually submerged by dust.

They used their remains to create and nurture an extremely powerful existence. Their remains to lose their spirituality and turned into towering mountains and rivers, like tombs.

The emperor souls that were about to be destroyed were dissipating, and the heroic spirits merged into the unparalleled giant, allowing their residual souls to warm up and nurture new life in the body of the giant formed by nitrogen spirit.

They are fusing, dissipating, and finally disappearing completely, leaving only graves.

What is the way to die? I am the same mountain as my body.

"wait……"

“Wake us…”

"Continue to fight!"

Time flies, and this soul-burning tomb has returned to normal and calm. A roar comes from the ground, as if something is about to wake up.

"Can the ancient emperor of Fuxi really give birth to a living imperial corpse?" Hun Dunyu was shocked inexplicably, sensed the vibration under his feet, and said in a lost voice.

Zhong Yue was also feeling the shock under his feet. Fuxi's imperial corpse had been bred for 100,000 years, and now it was about to wake up. Their will and spirit merged with their residual souls and gave birth to a new life. We must make the final battle for the Fuxi gods and contribute the final strength.

"It's not time yet, it's not time yet..."

Zhong Yue suddenly knelt on the ground, holding his hands tightly on the ground, as if carrying an unimaginable burden. It was so heavy that it almost crushed him, making him unable to breathe and unable to stand up.

The fire rose from his eyebrows and looked at him with pity. This burden should not be carried by him, nor should the young man who came out of Zhongshan carry it, but by Feng Shi, but now it fell on his shoulders.

Too heavy, too heavy.

Although Zhong Yue tightened his body, his nerves, he tried his best, and used all his wisdom and strength, he still felt unable to bear the heavy pressure from this burden.

The ancestors who shine through history have an extremely glorious past that is 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 some more time, I won't let you down..."

The earth shook, as if the things below heard his words, slowly silenced and slowly fell asleep.

After a long time, Zhong Yue slowly stood up and fell silent, and his eyes were silent. Slowly, a ray of light burst out from the deadly darkness in his eyes, as if the fire of stars lit up the universe in his eyes.

"Zhongshan, you are under too much pressure. Have some children and leave them." said Tinghuo.

Zhong Yue took a long breath and looked at the tombs, and seemed to become cheerful again: "Leave it to your children? Toilet, do you think I have paid more, or do the seniors and wise men buried in these tombs pay more?"

The firecracker was stunned.

"After their death, their souls dare to fight for the race, and their dead bodies dare to fight for the race, and their souls are wiped out, and their bodies are crushed. Their souls are wiped out, and their bodies are crushed, and they still have to fight for the race, and they do not want to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and they do not want to be reborn, and they are willing to be ghosts, and corpses, and they contribute their last strength."

Zhong Yue was excited, as if the pressure that almost crushed him just now did not exist, and said calmly: "I have not reached that point yet, how dare I shirk responsibility and give it to my descendants? If I hand over the burden to my descendants and my descendants, the Fuxi Gods will be really extinct and there will be no rejuvenation. Let me carry it."

The fireworks were silent, returned to his eyebrows and floated in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Zhongshan, you have grown up completely. You are now the contemporary leader of the Fuxi God Clan." Xinghuo said softly.

Zhong Yue took a step and walked out of the tomb. Hun Dunyu followed, took back the mirror that recorded the scene just now, thought about it, took out the mirror and wrote a sentence on the picture in the mirror.

"On this day, people inherited the will of their ancestors and were baptized by the spirit of ancestors before the remnants of their ancestors. Fuxi's ancestors have witnessed their becoming the leader of Fuxi in the contemporary era."

He took back Mingjing and was stunned: "My ancestor asked me to follow him, observe him, and record him. Do you want me to witness this history?"

He felt that he was growing up, and he became more mature without realizing it.

"Senior Brother Yu, hurry up and follow us, let's go to the tenth heaven!"

Zhong Yue turned around and smiled and urged: "Let's go and see if there is really the perfect world that the King of Pilgrimage said!"

Hun Dunyu quickly followed up and said with a smile: "Mr. Yi, have you said that the truth is always dark and bloody, why are you still interested in the tenth heaven? Also, you say that we may fall into the control of an existence, so if we go to the tenth heaven, isn't it exactly what we do? Everything we do may be to make wedding clothes for him. Since that's the case, we will also be the tenth heaven?"

Zhong Yue looked up and looked up at the barriers of the tenth heaven. It was the coffin born from the nature of the heaven and earth, as if it could bury everything. The long rivers of stars formed by the roots of the ninth spiritual root fell into it, appearing gorgeous and colorful, reflecting the colorful and beautiful place, and it is like a perfect world of bliss.

"We fell into the calculation of an existence, and I am very familiar with his methods."

Zhong Yue continued to walk forward and said, "Perhaps, all sentient beings in this world are their chess pieces, and the universe is the chessboard for their game, but wherever you go, you are still chess pieces and are still in the chessboard. Since that's the case, why not strive for it? Moreover, the chess player is obviously not just him."

"It's not just him?" Hun Dunyu seemed to understand, a little confused.

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "What if I were both his chess piece and other chess pieces? In this way, I could eat the chess of the Hei family and eat the chess of the Bai family, and eat the chess of the black and white, and cultivate myself into a big dragon!"

His eyes flashed, a little stern, licked his lips and whispered: "The dragon wants to jump out of the chessboard and eat everywhere, and the chess players who play chess will also be eaten! This chess game is not so easy to play!"

Hun Dun Feather was creepy and wanted to take out the divine mirror and write it down, but hesitated for a moment and did not record this.

The Wisdom Demon King looked at a huge magic mirror and found Zhong Yue's trace. He couldn't help but feel shocked. He stood up and smiled and said, "Little Fuxi is in the game! Everyone, prepare to set off!"

At this time, Feng Wuji and others also appeared in a magnificent holy realm of Emperor Burial Heaven under the leadership of Ling Zishou to pay homage to the Lord of the Emperor's Tomb.

"Is Fuxi coming?"

The master of this imperial tomb is the saint of the emperor's corpse. His eyes opened and closed, and his terrifying light scattered, his voice shaking the time and space, saying: "I am ordered to guard here, and I will wait for this day!" (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!