It was raining heavily, and it seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

Yuan Sheng squatted slightly, and the ground on the soles of his feet seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, and a huge spider web was instantly spread out.

Soaring straight into the sky.

He clenched his fists, and the flames behind him burned and boiled, smashing all the raindrops that were passing through. A huge lion's magic image roared, and nine heads that were thriving in the sky and earth burned the majestic starlight in the realm of Nirvana.

The top of Hongshan Mountain in the distance.

The Holy Lord of Yaochi stretched out a hand to cover his son's eyes.

Mortals should not look directly at the gods... When practitioners in the Nirvana realm use all their strength to fight, they get too close to each other, or try to figure it out, and even if they see some scenes that should not be seen, they will cause extremely troublesome cause and effect. The mild ones are hit by the powerful spiritual power, and the heart lake is rioted, and the severe ones may cause the heart lake to be broken and the whole body is ignited by the empty Nirvana Dao Fire.

Song Yiren was covered in his eyes, and his face was very calm, but he knew this rule.

The whole world was rolled up and moved by the violent roar of a lion.

The wind and clouds all over the sky were shattered.

Then Song Yiren seemed to hear a "dong" sound-

A dull sound was like a slap in the drum surface, but there was no subsequent tremor.

The world suddenly became silent.

The Holy Lord of Yaochi slowly released the hand that covered Song Yiren's cheeks and eyes.

Song Que's face was a little pale.

Song Yiren stared at the scene above the clouds in the dome.

His voice was very hard and he squeezed out of his chest very slowly.

"That's it, it's over?"

......

......

Above the clouds, someone stood up, no longer in the posture of sitting empty-handed.

The emperor kept the posture of a palm pressing against Jiuling Yuansheng's forehead. He stood on the clouds and mist, with the burly monster surrounding the rain and rushing into the sky. The magic figure that appeared behind him still maintained a glaring face, but the pupils of the nine lions were all filled with a hint of confusion at this moment.

Yuan Sheng was a little confused. He felt his forehead was broken. Something flowed out, which was boiling golden blood... He should have fallen down, but the invisible clouds held his body. So his knees softened and he knelt straight down, his arms were weak and soft, swaying and drooping, like floating fluff in the wind.

He had never felt so helpless in this moment in his life.

Jiuling Yuansheng, kneeling on the clouds and mist, stared at the emperor standing in front of him. He clearly remembered when he first saw this man. This was a destined to be extraordinary. At that time, the emperor was not the emperor, but Jiuling Yuansheng was already the great saint of the demon clan. He could see at first glance that this young man had a supreme future and a heroic figure who looked down on ancient and modern times... Forget it, it has been nearly six hundred years. If he remembered correctly, the limit for human beings is five hundred years.

The man in front of him did not have any sign of aging, and he still looked young, so his master could do this. Taiyi saved the Ku Tianzun, who lived for more than 800 years in his first life before he forgot. There were very few humans in this world who could do this, but he and his master were both extremely rare geniuses.

Jiuling Yuansheng fell into a long memory.

With thought in his eyebrows and eyes, he looked at the man in front of him, and felt familiar and unfamiliar. What was familiar was this face that he would never forget. What was strange was that the man in front of him was no longer full of energy. He thought he had everything in this world, so the youth's spirit was taken away by time.

Taizong slowly withdrew his palm. He let go of his palm. Jiuling Yuansheng's forehead shattered with a crack, like broken porcelain, large pieces of skin peeled off, golden blood solidified like an oil painting and rushed out, winding into a river on his face.

The Nine Spirit Yuansheng kneels on the clouds.

The emperor stood calmly.

It’s like accepting the kneeling of your own people, with no turmoil... The biggest truth in this world is that fists are stronger, whoever is stronger should stand. When you have greater strength, you don’t have to kneel anymore. You can stand up. When you have the greatest strength, just find a chair to sit down, and that chair is the “True Dragon Emperor”.

This is the truth he has always believed in.

The man kneeling on the sea of ​​clouds, the figure of the lion behind him began to collapse slowly, like a burning firework, and would wither at some point. His back was still very straight, but his words were sonorous and powerful, not like a dying person: "I knew long ago... I would have such a disaster."

Jiuling Yuansheng's eyebrows and eyes were lowered. He witnessed many emperors of the Great Sui Dynasty. Before his master's second life, he crossed the upside down sea several times and fought with the Great Sui emperor... Those were extremely stunning existences. The overlords of the human race were kind, a little cruel, cruel, and gentle. The only thing they all share was that they all held extremely powerful power.

But none of them could be on par with Taizong.

Jiuling Yuansheng pursed his lips and confirmed this idea again... At least in the long years he has experienced, he has not seen any emperor that can be compared with the man in front of him.

He suddenly heard a calm voice.

The emperor, who stood in front of him and was always higher than him, said to himself in a calm and gentle voice: "This is not a disaster, this is fate."

Jiuling Yuansheng suddenly felt a little funny. What does this mean... He tried his best to accumulate divinity and broke the ban on the bedroom. When he came here, he knew that there were many disasters in this world. If he wanted to open up his mind, he needed to go through a disaster; if he wanted to transform into a human form, it was another disaster; if he wanted to practice, he would be a disaster step by step.

Calamity and fate are different.

The disaster was found by oneself, and the fate was arranged by God.

The emperor continued, "After ten thousand times, you will still die here. I will not let you live."

Jiuling Yuansheng was a little dazed...

He understood what the emperor meant.

He smiled, his voice hoarse, and he slowly pushed out of his throat in one breath, asking, "Is this...to make me...receive my life?"

The emperor nodded.

Jiuling Yuansheng looked at the emperor with a sad look. He swallowed a mouthful of blood, and the voice became much smoother, and the voice still trembled. He asked, "Do you think the disaster can be overcome, but you can only admit your life?"

The emperor nodded again.

"So my master's death is just a life... You killed so many people, they are all destined to die. You ascended this position, not because you have made sacrifices, sacrificed, and fought for it, but because you are destined to ascend?"

This time the emperor did not nod.

Jiuling Yuansheng sneered and spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood, saying disdain: "You actually believe in the shit like fate. She really misjudged you."

The emperor stood in the clouds, and he was neither sad nor happy, but just listened quietly to the dying lion, constantly squeezing out his throat.

"My master, she was the least convinced of life in her lifetime. She wanted freedom and immortality, so I could follow her... without complaints or regrets."

"You are just a hypocritical, disgusting, disgusting person... Even if you sit in the position of the emperor, you can't change your essence. You can never hold your destiny in your own hands. You deceived my master, you deceived the undead who had followed you." The man kneeling on the sea of ​​clouds stared at the emperor's eyes word by word: "Don't forget what you promised her. She later enfeoffed the entire bedroom and returned to the land with you. I didn't wait for the day when she was unblocked, but I waited for the disappearance of the ancient sword of the ancient sword of the sacred sword."

"She's dead."

The lion kneeling on the sea of ​​clouds gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know how much I have paid for my master to open up the second life and how long have I worked hard? The demon kings who followed me were all refined by me. In the end, I exhausted my divine thoughts in the bedroom, and this is why my master's second life is forgotten. She has the talent of being able to achieve immortality in the world... Tell me, how did she die, and how did you protect her?"

The emperor was slightly silent.

Then he said calmly: "She was killed by me."

The lion kneeling at the end of the clouds and mist was stunned.

Jiuling Yuansheng stared at the emperor blankly.

The emperor had no expression on his face, and it looked like he was extremely indifferent. When the road ended, it was the word "ruthless".

"I did not break my oath. I remember what I said. I would not let other people in this world hurt her." The emperor whispered: "There will be no mistakes in every word. If I violated my oath, my heart of Tao will be broken... So I killed her myself."

He frowned and said, "Don't look at me with that look... I don't believe that there is a so-called second life. Your master is already dead. The one who lives out of the second life is the "Quanke", the natural master of the demon clan. No one knows better than me what is the biggest enemy in the world of the Sui Dynasty."

The kneeling man no longer had the strength to clench his fists.

He said in a daze: "How could you...be so indifferent...you are not like this."

The emperor did not answer the Nine Spirit Yuansheng. He had long been used to such gazes. He had lived for too long and experienced too much. Many people would feel that the emperor he imagined was not the same person as what he really saw... So sometimes he would also wonder what kind of person he was?

"Yuan Sheng, it's all over."

The emperor spoke softly.

"I promised her that you will live for five hundred years. If you don't want to wake up and stay in the ground forever, and wait until I die... maybe you can escape this fate." He said lightly: "After you die, I will keep your flesh and blood. This land will always have your people... to live for you."

Every year from now on, the Hunting Day of the Sui Dynasty will also achieve greater harvests.

The lion kneeling on the sea of ​​clouds watched the emperor stretch out a finger and was about to point it on his forehead.

Everything will come to an end.

He murmured, "Are all the vows you said to your master false?"

That finger didn't fall.

The emperor's voice came again.

"Every sentence is true."

From meeting, acquaintance, to falling in love, to the final parting, he said many vows, and every word was closely connected with the heart of Tao. If he lie, he would never be able to make a breakthrough in his practice.

So every word he said is true.

He also suffered and suffered, but he had no choice.

This is a story that no outsiders know in the long six hundred years of the emperor's life. This cold-blooded and ruthless emperor, his prestige in his youth, was blocked in the corner of time. No one wrote it, and no one knew that when the lion died, no one would know about it.

When the emperor was young, he once loved someone.

Quanke once gave him a sincere tears.

When this finger falls, it is retracted.

There was an extra blood hole in Jiuling Yuansheng's forehead. He fell to the clouds, his head tilted, his consciousness had not yet dissipated, and some confused questions had not been answered... Where is the "Crying Bead"? Where is the master's body? Only the master can urge the ancient sword to pull the Sin Sword and go again...

He opened his eyes, looked at the Hongshan Mountain in the distance.

Some answers are doomed to be unavailable.

The wisdom is eliminated.
To be continued...