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Chapter 964: The setting sun reflects people's hearts, and the rising sun shines on the ancient
"Yu Liuchen!"

In the void, there was a chilling sound of wind, containing seriousness and murderous intent. It was the voice of the Wind God from the distant Beiming royal family.

But that's all.

Now that Yu Liuchen no longer has a sword on his chest, there will be no obstacles in the recovery of his cultivation, and he was a god tens of thousands of years ago.

As powerful as the Beiming royal family is, although they are not afraid of the altar, they are unwilling to offend it too deeply unless it is absolutely necessary, especially a altar that did not choose to worship the Wanggu tribe.

Therefore, I can only bear this loss.

The other parties were also filled with thoughts when they saw this scene.

Only the emperor in the air, holding a sword, stared in all directions.

Wherever his eyes went, there was nothingness and the gods within retreated again and again, not daring to face it directly.

The spiritual thoughts of the powerful tribes on all sides were also shaken and restrained.

Everyone thought that the Sword-wielding Emperor was already at the end of his rope, but the scene just now turned the tide. At this moment, no one wanted to risk his life for this final test.

Because it is uncertain whether the Sword-wielding Emperor at this moment... still has a trump card, or whether... he is still fishing.

So, all parties remained silent.

Just like this, time passed little by little, and after dozens of breaths, the divine fire on the empress's body had risen into the sky.

At this moment, the heaven and earth turned golden. Endless divine fire formed a vast force, sweeping across the sky.

The final success...

Just over ten breaths left!
All eyes were fixed on him.

The sword-wielding emperor in mid-air also cast his gaze upon the empress, a smile appearing on his face.

But deep inside this smile, there is a deep sense of fatigue.

At this moment, he was really exhausted.

Although he hoped that the sword in his hand could continue to shine, the hidden weakness in his body eventually spread out, causing the sword to collapse.

Just like his soul shadow, it began to disappear from his inner essence.

But he is still holding on, at least on the surface, to keep his strength.

He has to hold on until the moment when the empress becomes a god.

Then, at the moment his life faded away, he wanted to take a last look at this world, at the human race here, and at this sad world.

Compared to the weakness of the Emperor, the divine fire of the Empress is becoming more and more vigorous.

The world in the emperor's heart was dim, while the world in the outside world belonging to the empress became increasingly golden.

The divine aura coming from the empress was finally rising, forming the sound of endless heavenly thunder, shattering the laws and collapsing the foundation of Taoism.

Life is undergoing a qualitative change!
This scene is really sad.

On one side, life is over, on the other side, life is full of vitality.

"Like reincarnation..."

The emperor murmured in his heart, endless fatigue and infinite weakness were like an eternal tide that flooded him from the inside out, making his sharp eyes appear cloudy.

A lifetime of wisdom has been covered in dust.

In a trance.

This turbidity unconsciously reflected a red color.

The dust silently turned into paper.

The red color and the paper blended together to form five... red paper figures.

The expression looks like crying and laughing at the same time.

Fourthly, it appeared out of thin air around the soul of the Sword-wielding Emperor, and firstly, it appeared inside the body of the soul of the Sword-wielding Emperor.

Then, with a roar of thunder and an eternal cry of grief, the expressions of the five paper figures revealed thick greed, and they pounced forward from all directions!

The paper man that appeared in the emperor's soul body suddenly melted and turned blood-red, spreading throughout the entire soul and intertwining with the paper men coming from all around in an instant!
All this happened too suddenly.

And the timing is also extremely precise.

Those five paper figures were like poisonous snakes hidden in time and space. They hunted with great skill and patience surpassing that of the gods. They caught the empress at the critical point of being at the weakest point in her life and about to collapse.

Bared his fangs.

Launched, a fatal blow!
The paper man fell down, covering the emperor's soul.

Instant fusion.

The heaven and earth roared, the breath of the emperor seemed to be wiped out, and the sword in Xu Qing's body let out an extremely sad cry.

And in mid-air, the only paper figure that enveloped the emperor's soul shadow let out a satisfied laugh.

"Finally, I was allowed to see the light of the immortal's fall."

At this moment, the strong men from all sides were all shocked.

At this moment, all the gods were in shock.

Seeing this scene, all living beings in the universe feel their hearts breaking and looking back to the past.

The sky roared, the earth churned, and the destiny of the human race cried out in shock. At this moment, both the ministers and the common people of the human race gnashed their teeth and gnashed their eyes, and their minds set off the greatest roar of their lives.

The sky is falling!

The great emperor has fallen!
"Emperor!!"

Figures instinctively rose into the air, and roars filled with endless sadness and anger echoed in the human world.

Seeing the Great Emperor like this was unbearable for all human beings, no matter how strong or weak they were.

At this moment, the overwhelming rage and shocking madness ignited within the human bloodline, burning the minds of all humans like flames.

Xu Qing's eyes were red and he said nothing.

This is his personality. The stronger his murderous intent, the quieter the sound. At this moment, his body suddenly rushed forward, and the imperial sword in his body hummed and flashed in all directions.

And in the sky, the red paper man who was still laughing licked his lips and looked at the empress who was trembling all over and trying to walk out of the raging divine fire.

Then he laughed again and was about to take action.

His goal is not just the Falling Light.

But at this moment, his smile suddenly froze, and a shrill wail suddenly came out of his mouth, and his body began to burn at this moment.

This fire is extremely powerful.

That was the burning of the Dao Fire, that was the burning of the Sword-wielding Emperor's final obsession, and that was the burning of anger in the blood of the human race at this moment.

"At this time, you, Sword Master, actually still have one hand left. You use your death, your way, and your obsession to ignite the fire of the human race... You are cruel enough!"

As the red paper man wailed, his body instantly turned into ash. He could no longer make any further plans, and could only carry with him the remaining light of the quasi-immortal's fall within the ash and break through the void to fly away.

He did succeed in obtaining the light of the fallen emperor.

Among the many gods who came here, only He could do this.

But the number became extremely small due to the burning of the fire of obsession.

But the price... is extremely huge!

Therefore, the fire not only burned His paper man, but also followed the cause and effect to its hidden body!

Then His wailing echoed in the sky for a long time.

And the anger of the human race is still erupting.

The sadness of the human race spread across heaven and earth like a tide.

The divine fire on the empress merged with the flame of humanity at this moment. The rage of countless common goals of humanity in the flames caused the empress's divine will to fluctuate extremely violently with humanity at this moment.

It fills His mind and transcends His divinity.

Then, flames raged to the sky, and the sky completely turned into a sea of ​​fire, burning as far as the eye can see.

On the Ancient Emperor Star, all the emperors of all generations stood up one by one.

A rich aura of the gods rose and exploded from their bodies.

They eventually became gods.

From then on, although he had no spiritual wisdom, he was guided by the destiny of the human race... the Corpse God!
The will of humanity is their will.

The direction of the tribe is their direction!
And in the mid-air, at this moment, the aura of the empress was unstoppable, shaped like the thoughts of the heavens, and shining brightly in the sky!

The sky pales in comparison, as if in submission.

Make the earth roar, as if in worship.

It caused the mountains and rivers across the human race's territory to resonate, and the people scattered across the vast regions also felt their blood boiling inexplicably.

Because, under the fusion of the anger of the human race, in the peak waves of human nature, He completed His awakening from his dream.

It’s done, man-god!
And His aura, under the vast and magnificent ceremony before, with the assistance of the divine talisman of the divine realm, with the blessing of the Sword-wielding Emperor, and with the final blend of human anger, finally... leaped flawlessly.

One step, the altar!

The so-called divine platform is brighter than all the stars, and its momentum is like the thunder above the nine heavens. It is magnificent and majestic, and all living beings look at it with awe.

Its eyes are as deep as the sky, able to swallow up all things, so vast.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and every strand of hair was filled with a rich and stunning divine aura.

Any one of them, when swaying, seems to be able to tear the heaven and earth apart and shock people's hearts.

Even the surrounding void became extremely oppressive, and an invisible force was squeezing the chests of all living beings. At this moment, all the cultivators and gods here felt suffocated.

All heads bowed.

Only in the air, the figure wearing the imperial robe and the imperial crown was unique in the world.

He stood there, shining brightly, but the flames did not dissipate, but rose higher and higher, rolling up the fire of his own altar and gathering the anger in the hearts of all human beings, burning the sky together, burning time and space, and scorching all directions.

Transformed into a word that shook the world.

"Derozi, from now on, wherever space reaches, wherever time passes, whoever kills you will be of my clan! This is my oath on the altar."

This sentence has become a mark, engraved in the ancient world and above the rules and laws.

All human beings remember these words, engrave them into their souls, integrate them into their blood, and pass them down from generation to generation.

There was a strong murderous intent in Xu Qing's eyes and sadness in his heart. After a long time, he silently turned his head and looked at the statue of the Sword-wielding Emperor.

In the light of the flames, the statue of the emperor still stands tall.

It seemed as if he was telling the world that in his last breath, he accomplished what he thought and wished for, and finally succeeded in protecting the empress, and at the most critical moment, he implicated the fire of the human race.

He has tried his best.

No regrets.

Xu Qing lowered his head and bowed deeply to the statue of the emperor.

All the human beings were filled with sorrow at this moment and bowed down.

For a moment, sadness filled the heaven and earth.

The Sword-wielding Emperor traveled across the world in the first half of his life. He accompanied Xuanyou in his battles in all directions, made great contributions to the human race, and even founded the Sword-wielding Palace and established the creed of the Sword-wielding Palace.

Cut off the fate of the people and bring light to the world!
Create eternal peace and prosperity, use the sword as your command, and protect the people!
The rest of his life was a perfect interpretation of these two sentences.

Until today, the last remaining breath has been extinguished.

However, his wish to take one last look at the human world and the human race would never come true...

In the distance, on the horizon of the night sky, a new sun is rising.

The long night began with yesterday’s sunset and ends with today’s rising sun.

It is the setting sun that reflects people's hearts, and the rising sun that shines into the ancient times.

One day sets, one day rises.

(End of this chapter)