Zhong Yue stared at the scene in the light flowing. The reason why he widened his eyes was mainly because he was afraid that tears would flow down and his tears would evaporate in his eyes.

The Emperor of Fuxi is already dead, and his soul returns to the void realm, but now he comes down from the void realm and fights again!

After death, he still fought fiercely, and used a sword to face the powerful enemy.

This kind of spirit should be Fuxi's spirit, right?

However, this battle was destined from the beginning, the evil existence was boundless and his allies were countless, all of them were top gods and demons, gathering into a huge force!

Their faces are invisible, and they obviously do not want to know their true identity.

They did not dare to move before the Emperor of Heaven, but when the Emperor of Heaven died, they had no fear.

The purpose of this battle was to block the backbone of Fuxi's clan. Those who escort the body of the Emperor of Heaven must be the most valued existence of the Emperor of Heaven.

Killing them can make Fuxi no longer have masters for thousands of years, and a huge fault will appear in the inheritance!

The old-fashioned Emperor Fuxi fought again. The former emperor amazed an era and suppressed an era. He was the most powerful emperor in the entire Earth Ji era and the most talented emperor in the world. Fuxi created the Six Paths and Houtu completed the cycle of reincarnation. He was the Fuxi.

But his body was already old. Zhong Yue had seen many old gods and demons. When they were old, their essence began to lose and their magic power began to dissipate. When they died, the great way they had cultivated had to be returned to heaven and earth.

This is the death of the Tao.

The hero is old, let alone the hero is dead?

The combat power he received from burning his soul was still not comparable to his peak moment.

Even if the most powerful being returned to the world from death, it cannot change the destined ending.

He is no longer the Emperor of Heaven, he is just an old man, an old soul.

Without Fuxi retreating, without Fuxi running away, guarding the imperial coffin, continuing to fight around the late Heavenly Emperor, the war gods of the Fuxi gods fell.

Zhong Yue couldn't bear to see it anymore. It was his ancestors fighting and bleeding, and it was the ancestors of the human race who struggled for their future destiny.

Finally, the battle ended, and the old Emperor of Heaven could not change the situation. In the end, the soul and spirit were completely burned and turned into the last blow.

His sword stuns the years.

The evil existence was severely damaged, and the boundless shadow was retreating rapidly, leaving like a tide.

"It can stop you for a thousand years at least."

The late old Emperor Cang Tian stood on his coffin. He smiled while leaning on the divine sword. His body turned into a spiritual light and dissipated, his soul turned into a spiritual light and dissipated. Even the sword in his hand was dissipating.

He will no longer exist.

"I hope that in this thousand years, my juniors can rise and turn the tide..."

His body and soul completely disappeared, and the imperial coffin shattered with a bang.

Fuxi's last Heavenly Emperor was unable to return to the ancestral land of the gods for burial.

The tears in Zhong Yue's eyes had dried up, and he stood at the bow of the ship. Although Fuxi's last Heavenly Emperor had fought for a thousand years, there was no one who turned the tide a thousand years later, and Fuxi still declined.

The evil existence broke through the head of the Pangu god in the first sixth realm. Taking advantage of the death of the Great Saint Emperor of Reincarnation, he sacrificed the first sixth realm, allowing the era of Earth to end from then on.

"Strange, why did a scene appear 100,000 years ago?" King Shang Tian murmured.

The teleportation light flow of Emperor's Dao gradually became dim, and the ancient warships became mottled, as if they were going back to the years.

This is the old thing from 100,000 years ago that was reappearing in the transmission of the optical flow. It was a mark in the optical flow. The mark broke out for some reason. That is why they mistakenly thought that they had gone back to 100,000 years ago and experienced that battle.

Now that the light flow disappears, naturally that scene disappears.

"Look, look!"

The heavenly eyes of the eight gods among the generals of the gods suddenly said in surprise: "What is there!"

Everyone looked at it. They saw that a trace of light in the teleportation light stream that was about to completely disappear, and it was still bright and dazzling.

"What is that?"

Everyone looked at it, and even King Shang tried hard to widen his eyes, trying to see what was in the light.

But the light was really strange, and even the divine emperor could not see clearly. Although the eyes of the heavenly general had the greatest power in the six realms of the divine world, he could not see through the light.

However, everyone could see that the ball of light was flowing and was moving towards this side, because at the beginning the light was only a little small, but now it looks much bigger.

King Shang Tian felt something was wrong and quickly whispered: "Set, set sail quickly! Get out of here quickly!"

Many gods and demons on the fleet quickly activated the tower ships and drove out with all their strength.

And behind them, the light became bigger and brighter, brighter and brighter, making their bodies seem transparent.

Not only did their bodies look transparent, but even the stairs under their feet looked like they were transparent hulls!

Even when they looked at their bodies, they saw countless particles, strange particles, not only their physical bodies, but even their souls, and magical powers. Soul weapons and magic weapons, are they like this!

The boat under their feet seemed to have been decomposed and turned into countless tiniest particles!

Even King Shang was frightened. His soul, body, and imperial-level divine weapons were shining with the light, and they were still in the subtle form!

He couldn't help but feel a great sense of fear in his heart, and he said with a voice: "It's the aftermath of the magical power of that sword!"

That was the last sword of Fuxi Emperor Tian, ​​known as the sword that smashed everything. Its magical powers were amazing. If it was caught up by the aftermath of the magical power of this sword, I am afraid that all of them would completely collapse and completely crush them!

King Shang Tian roared, shocking all his magic power, and urged the tower ship to gallop, glittering in the shadows, and fleeing to the distance. But his efforts seemed futile. The light behind them was faster. In less than a breath, the light came behind them.

The light was extremely bright, leaving everyone with nothing, seeing nothing, and seeing nothing clearly. Everyone felt as if they had broken down into the tiniest particles.

The huge ball of light flooded all the fleets of ships, and the world was quiet.

Dead silence.

Suddenly, the light disappeared, and the tower ship fleet appeared again. Everyone on the tower ship was confused. Gradually, some gods and demons were gasping for breath, some gods and demons were lying on the ground, some gods and demons were trembling, and they all felt like they were escaping from death.

King Shang Tian's legs were trembling. He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse and he couldn't say anything. His soul was also trembling and his soul was absent.

Is it true for others, it's so scary, the light just now was so scary.

Zhong Yue was also very palpitations. Suddenly, he felt something more in his mysterious realm of soul.

"Tungsten!"

Zhong Yue's soul was throbbing and sent a trembling voice: "Turbine, that ball of light..."

The fire penetrated into his mysterious realm of the soul. In the secret realm of Daoyi, he saw the light that had just been chasing them quietly floating beside the Pangu God who was Panyue.

"Inside this light, it seems..."

Tinghuo looked up and down and wondered: "A sword hilt!"

Inside the light was the hilt of a divine sword, with only the handle left and no sword body. The earth-shaking light shot out from the hilt of the sword. It was the hilt of the sword that scared tens of thousands of gods and demons to the point of being almost scattered.

"Hand of the sword?"

Zhong Yue wondered, looking inside the light ball, suddenly his heart was shaking slightly, and he said in a lost voice: "Is this sword hilt..."

"It's that sword."

Tinghuo nodded, turned up and down around the hilt of the sword, and said, "The old Emperor's divine sword has not completely disintegrated, leaving the hilt of the sword. It must be that the hilt of the sword sensed Fuxi's bloodline, so he chased after him, which scared you so much that the dead souls almost jumped out. Fuxi seems that you and Si Ming are the only ones left."

He was a little sad and whispered: "Otherwise, it would be impossible that you were the only one who passed by this Emperor in the past 100,000 years..."

The hilt of the Emperor's Sword has been here, waiting for Fuxi to pass by, but this wait lasted for 100,000 years, and it did not wait for any Fuxi. Only today, Zhong Yue passed by here on a boat, and then it sensed Fuxi's bloodline and flew over.

Although the Emperor's Sword is only left with the hilt, its power is also shocking. When it flew out of the Emperor's Way, it triggered the imprint in the Emperor's Way, so the scene that Zhong Yue and others saw was the one seen.

"The reason why this sword hilt chose you was probably because you were the only Fuxi who passed by here." said Tinghuo.

The only Fuxi.

Zhong Yue's heart was heavy. He was the only Fuxi who had passed by here for 100,000 years. Sadly, Fuxi, had not fully awakened his bloodline, and had only awakened 35% of it.

"Although this emperor sword only has the hilt left, it should not be underestimated. After all, it is the sword of the Emperor of Heaven who created the six paths of reincarnation, symbolizing the highest divine power of the Fuxi gods."

Tinghuo said: "The hilt of the sword of Emperor Fuxi, the previous generation, fell into your hands, and I don't know whether it is good or bad for you."

This is the authority of the Emperor of Heaven. The authority granted to Zhong Yue, which seems to be of great significance to the Tinghuo, but at the same time, for Zhong Yue, he is afraid that the burden will increase and the danger will increase.

He did not regard Zhong Yue as the real inheritor. After all, Zhong Yue was not a pure Fuxi, but he regarded Zhong Yue as his friend, so he couldn't bear to watch Zhong Yue take on this burden.

"Maybe the hilt of this sword should be thrown away." Xinghuo suddenly said.

Zhong Yue shook his head and could not be thrown away. This was the last relic left by Fuxi's emperor. How could he throw it away?

The hilt of the sword was given to the deceased emperor in another lifetime. Since he chose him, he must keep it!

He suddenly had the urge to cry. The old sect leader Feng Shang chose the next sect leader, but did not choose him, so he chose Jun Sixie. The human emperor who lived far away in the Ziwei Star Domain chose the next generation of human emperors, but did not choose him, so he chose Gongsun Xuanyuan.

Tinghuo did not choose him as the inheritor, but was still stubbornly waiting for a pure blood Fuxi.

And now, the sword with only the hilt left in the sword has chosen him!

He felt a sense of being identified with, a sense of being identified with his own race, and felt satisfied in his heart.

"Fuxi...I am Fuxi!" He raised his head and showed a bright smile. (To be continued.) Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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