The sea of fire was surging all over the sky, and a hole was torn open above the sea of fire.
A man with blazing flames all over his body appeared on it through the air.
The man's whole body was covered in flames, with only his face clearly exposed.
He was tall and tall, as if the God of Fire had descended from the sky, and the flames were raging happily all around.
"Who are you?" The Vulcan man's voice was like a blow to the head, and he shouted: "Dare you break into the forbidden area?"
"Oh, you are the one who controlled this space before," Xu Zimo said.
He had previously thought that the person controlling this space was a man imprisoned by chains, but now it seemed that it was someone else.
The flaming man in front of me looks like the guardian of this space.
"I am Xing Yan from the Fire Tribe," the flame man said proudly.
"You retreat now, and I can forget about it.
Otherwise, you will get into big trouble, and no one will be able to save you then. "
"Fire Tribe Xing Yan?" The God Emperor was slightly startled, looked at Xu Zimo and said, "This seems to be a very ancient ancestor of the Fire Tribe."
"What kind of ancestor? He is just a lackey of Fairy Wanhua now," the man under the flame snorted coldly.
"Emperor Qi Tian, you are already destined to die, so why are you still uttering such arrogant words," Xing Yan said coldly.
"Fairy Wanhua promised me that as long as I guard the day of your death, she will help me ascend to the outer world and open the ninth channel."
When Xing Yan said this, he looked at Xu Zimo and the others again and dissuaded them: "Why do you two have to wade through this muddy water?
What kind of existence is Fairy Wanhua? To put it bluntly, even in the outer world, she is one of the most powerful.
Is it really worth it for a dying person?
Besides, I think both of you will be able to go to the outer world in the future. Do you really want to establish this big enemy? "
After hearing Xing Yan's words, the other party analyzed the pros and cons for himself while using the Wanhua Fairy to beat the two of them.
After all, compared to the existence of Fairy Ten Thousand Flowers, the benefits that this man in front of him can provide have yet to be considered.
Xu Zimo chuckled lightly and said, "What you said makes sense, but my personality is the kind of person who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to travel in the mountains with tigers."
"It seems that you two are determined to stay," Xing Yan said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Let the master behind you come out, you can't threaten me yet," Xu Zimo said.
"No matter how strong Fairy Ten Thousand Flowers is, it doesn't matter how many years have passed since my ancestor of the first generation of the Zhenwu Saint Sect ascended to the throne.
How could the Fourth Emperor be afraid of others when he was out there that day? "
As Xu Zimo finished speaking, the God Emperor raised his hands and suppressed Xing Yan directly.
The moment the God Emperor took action, Xing Yan felt great pressure.
It was just a brief confrontation before, and he didn't feel it so clearly.
A sea of fire surged around the body, and the sea of fire turned into the shadow of a giant beast and swallowed directly towards the palm of the God Emperor.
"I don't know what to say," the God Emperor snorted coldly.
The secret of Shinto was condensed in the palm of his hand, and the sea of fire that filled the sky disappeared in just a moment.
Boundless power suppressed the space, and this palm directly knocked Xing Yan flying down from the sky.
Seeing the mighty palm suppressing him again, Xing Yan could clearly see the gap between the two.
With a look of horror on his face, he took out a petal from the void and held it in front of him.
The petals were pure white, and the moment they appeared, the void seemed to be frozen.
I saw the petals spinning rapidly, and there was a rain of flowers all around it.
The rain of withered flowers is not as beautiful as imagined, but instead gives people a sad feeling.
It seems that these petals have withered from their most brilliant period, carrying a strong smell of death.
The next moment, I saw petals crossing the endless void, this most primitive petal passing through the vast rain of flowers.
Kill directly towards the God Emperor.
It carried the ultimate way of death, withered and entangled, and exploded in front of the God Emperor with a "boom" sound.
On the verge of the explosion, the figure of the God Emperor could not restrain himself and fell out.
After repelling the God Emperor, the flower petals remained unyielding, carrying the rain of flowers from the sky to suppress them.
The God Emperor slowly stood up and looked at the rushing petals with indifferent eyes.
He said angrily: "If you were here today, I would give you three points.
But if you want to suppress me with just one petal, you really think that my tens of thousands of years of cultivation are as weak as a feather. "
As the God Emperor finished speaking, the void behind him began to twist.
The realm of the boundless world is evolving behind him, and a destiny runs through the long river of time, like the Milky Way hanging upside down for nine days.
A mighty stream fell from one end of the sky, and in that fate, it seemed that there was a profound truth evolving, and the origin of the world was being reshaped.
The God Emperor stretched out his hand and squeezed it gently, as if the long river of destiny had purified everything, and directly destroyed the petals in his hands.
When the petals dissipated, there was only a "rumbling" sound coming from the side.
The clouds in the sky were opened, as if a force reached the other side of the sky, and a beam of light shone down from above.
Inside this light, a picture appeared.
What was reflected in the picture was a flower pond, but Xu Zimo had never seen the flowers growing in it.
A woman wearing purple gauze was sitting among thousands of flowers, with her back to everyone.
Just one picture made the surrounding atmosphere very solemn.
Xu Zimo looked at the woman in the picture with calm and deep eyes.
"Fairy Wanhua, save me," Xing Yan shouted for help from the side.
Behind the God Emperor, the destiny flows quietly, and a self-space is formed around him, facing the woman in the painting with such power.
"When the flowers wither, the leaves will wither," a voice said from the painting.
Immediately afterwards, Xing Yan's whole body began to rot very quickly.
It was as if something was corroding his flesh.
"Fairy, you can't do this. I have been guarding here for tens of thousands of years. You promised me, ah!"
Before Xing Yan could finish his words, he saw that his body was completely corroded in place, and in the end nothing was left.
Then the scene began to disappear. It was clear that the woman had her back to everyone, but Xu Zimo still felt as if he was being stared at by something.
At that moment, he felt as if the blood and soul in his body were frozen.
It wasn't until the scene completely faded that the aura around the God Emperor slowly dissipated.
"This world is really wonderful. I am looking forward to that day more and more," Xu Zimo said with a chuckle.
The two walked to the man under the waterfall again.
"I heard him say just now that your name is Emperor Qi Tian?" Xu Zimo asked.
"You don't know that I didn't become emperor in Yuanyang Continent, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it," the man said with a smile.
(End of chapter)
