After Xia Yuan and General Da Chu Zhongli separated, they continued to go deeper with the finger guidance of the "Navigation Treasure".

He walked on the cold land of the West Secluded Forest like an ordinary traveler, because the movement of the shrinking ground into inches was large, which might attract unnecessary trouble and miss the real goal.

On the evening of the third day, an "open-air altar" appeared in front of the two men.

It was dark and lightless, the river of blood condensed into red pipes, and the stumps, severed arms, and skull hair piled up into mountains, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was hell.

But the open-air altar was empty.

Xia Yuan's gaze quickly swept over, and then paused on the stone platform where the Son of Heaven was sacrificing in the center, where Ning Bao's fingers were specified.

It seems that it is time for "you can't see me, and I can't see you" again.

Xia Yuan looked at the sky, the distorted sunlight had been swallowed up.

It's nightfall.

The night of the West is a complete home for strange forces.

Xia Yuan didn't rush forward, but took two steps back and walked into the periphery of the nearby small forest.

The coiled silk swam silently in all directions, expertly weaving into a new generation of "spider web" modified hammocks, in which he lay comfortably.

Pillow your head, cross your legs, drink fresh water and eat dry food, and hang yourself obediently on your shoulder.

The miserable white moonlight seemed to rush into the deep water, producing a distorted feeling of water waves shaking in mid-air, bending and twisting, making everything more treacherous.

The western shadow is like the deep sea, and when the light falls here, in addition to distorting, it also dims a lot.

After resting until midnight, there was a sudden sound of rustling footsteps in the distance.

Xia Yuan opened his eyes strangely, these days, there are not many people who walk so honestly.

In a place like Xiyou, does spatial movement still make sounds?

At this time, he was in the realm of the Great Grandmaster of the Heavenly Soul, his divine consciousness was released, the gods had no thoughts, and the movements around him suddenly entered his mind.

A girl's voice sounded: "Brother must have taken this road the day before yesterday, he and Gu Gui should have come back a long time ago after taking grain." ”

Another old man's voice: "Miss, it's different now..."

"Uncle Zhao, Brother Ah is a very good assassin, and there has never been an accident on this path, I suspect that Brother Ah may be trapped. ”

"Miss..."

"Uncle Zhao, let's go quietly, just take this safe road, and never take the initiative to provoke anything, if you can't find Brother this time, I Yanya promises... Go straight back and never look for him again. ”

The old man sighed deeply, the brother and sister are affectionate, and the son is the only support of the young lady, he is missing, and the young lady can endure it until now to look for it, it is really not easy, so he did not dissuade him, rubbed the wood carving of the emperor on his chest, and grabbed the wood carving on his eyebrows, and said softly: "May the emperor bless us." ”

The girl named Yanya was also suddenly in awe, revealing a pious look, grabbing the emperor's wood carving embedded in her chest and sticking it to her eyebrows: "May the emperor bless." ”

The West is a treacherous country.

Gods and Buddhas are useless.

The only thing the remnants can believe is the original one.

The one with an unknown last name.

But like the king's landing.

That's why it's called the Emperor!

At this time, Xia Yuan was lazily lying on the spider web hammock, Ning Bao stuck out his tongue and hung on the side, a pair of cute legs hung in the air, and his pupils looked into the distance sluggishly, and a tear mole in the corner of his left eye showed a little weakness.

Her vision was the distorted and cold moonlight.

Before long, the two whispering voices also came into her sight, and in the distance was the open-air altar.

This is a Yan Ya dressed in a black bodysuit, and an old man who is also dressed in black, which facilitates movement and achieves what humans think is visual and hidden.

Suddenly, Yan Ya noticed something, hunched over like a cat, and walked to the periphery of the altar with a light spirit, and she saw two pieces of shriveled humanoid rotten flesh, the body of which was full of holes and stained with blood, giving people the feeling that blood was bursting from the inside out, penetrating the seven orifices and all the pores, until the man died miserably.

Yan Ya stretched out her trembling hand and slowly probed to the neck of the rotten flesh, and fiddled with the blood, the blood-colored emperor wood carving touched the waist of the rotten flesh again, revealing half of the jagged jade pendant.

This half of the jagged jade pendant happened to be the same as the one hanging from her waist.

Yan Ya's pupils were suddenly wet, and a strong sorrow instantly hit her heart, her small mouth opened slightly and wanted to cry, but she quickly reacted by herself, and her left hand slammed into her mouth, and at the same time, the whole person entered the highest state of vigilance, and the triple dark void wheel like a water grass ball appeared behind her, and the blood energy entered a state of rapid consumption, but it also brought her and the surrounding darkness into one.

When the old man saw this, he hurriedly restrained his breath, obviously he didn't know Yan Ya's Xuan Gong, but the method of hiding was not bad, and then he looked at Yan Ya worriedly, the young lady's whole body was trembling, her tears were brushing her water, and her teeth were biting her hands, not crying, for fear of alarming something.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

Xia Yuan, who was lying with his eyes closed, also slowly opened his eyes, looked sideways at the girl, reached out and gently picked up the half of the jagged jade pendant on the waist of the shriveled corpse.

Smack...

The lanyard is broken.

It was only a faint sound, but it thundered in the quiet night of the West.

Xia Yuan moved directly.

And something moved at the altar in the distance.

The old man's complexion suddenly changed drastically, and Yan Ya also showed fear.

It's just a thought.

A thought is only 0.018 seconds, and the time is just enough for people's five senses to transmit to the bottom of their hearts and give birth to emotions.

At this moment, fear had just arisen in the hearts of the old man and Yan Ya.

A terrifying transparent figure appeared behind the two of them at the same time of this thought, and the big hand twisted and was about to twist the necks of the two at the same time of this thought.

In the void.

The two demonic hands that burned black flames appeared almost simultaneously in this time of 0.018 seconds, turning into fists, like two black dragons, passing by the ears of the old man and the girl, their flames were extremely contracted, and their power control was extremely perfect.

The black dragon collided with the big hand that twisted its neck fiercely.

Boom!!!!!

The two roars merged into one, as if the heart of heaven and earth had been electrosmeared, and suddenly it jumped violently!

In this fight, the transparent figure is not visible, and it is obviously not to the point where it can show its figure.

Xia Yuan didn't use all his strength, he didn't want to fight that thing in the dark at this time.

The left arm pulled back at will, taking the old man and the girl into his arms like a small figure, and disappeared into the distance.

Ning Bao sat on his shoulder, staring at the direction behind Xia Yuan, motionless, as if he was looking at a pair of eyes in the darkness in the distance, and the frightened transparent figure didn't chase after him for some reason.

From beginning to end, the old man and Yanya only had three thoughts in their minds.

The first thought was fear, and I didn't know what was happening.

The second thought was confused, and I still didn't know what was happening.

The third thought flew away? I still don't know what happened.

In the process of Xia Yuan's fight with that terrifying battle, time seemed to become extremely slow, and it was only then that it returned to normal.

Silently, he had already fallen, put Yan Ya and the old man on the ground, in the dull eyes of the two, he did not hide, and withdrew directly from the depths, showing the appearance of a young chivalrous man painting skin, anyway, just painting skin.

Through the bleak moonlight, the old man and Yanya saw the appearance of this young man.

The black hair danced wildly, moving without wind, and the whole body was full of magnificent and handsome temperament, and between steps, it was like a god and demon walking in the world.

Xia Yuan flicked his fingers, and the half of the jagged jade pendant turned into an arc in mid-air and fell into Yan Ya's hands.

Then, he waved his hand casually: "Go back, you shouldn't come here." ”

Yan Ya and the old man glanced at each other, and seemed to recall the scene just now, the black flame, the demon hand... There is also the calmness of being able to walk alone in the West at this time and confront the strange forces and gods.

The two of them suddenly blessed their hearts, knelt on the ground together, bowed prostrately, and trembled in an unbelievable voice: "See... I've seen the emperor. ”

Xia Yuan said casually: "I'm not an emperor, just an ordinary traveler passing by here." ”

"This..."

Yan Ya and the old man were stunned, but in Xiyou, almost most of the remnants knew that the Demon Hand Demon Flame was the emperor's signboard, and there was no one in this world who could be like the emperor.

As for why such a demonic existence is worshiped by them as the Emperor of Heaven, the answer is very simple, the gods and Buddhas are not benevolent, and the devil is the emperor.

Xia Yuan took two steps, and suddenly remembered that maybe he could collect some information through the remnants here, so he turned his head sideways and asked, "What is the situation in Xiyou now, and have you ever seen a girl wearing a black armor with a Vermilion Bird pattern and holding a Fang Tian painting halberd?"

Yan Ya held the jade pendant, after just circling on the edge of death, and the appearance of the person she believed in, her spirit was doubly stimulated, and she had temporarily walked out of the grief of losing her only loved one, she cleared her throat and said: "Emperor, can I invite you to a nearby underground town, there are more than 100,000 of your people who have survived here, and they must have the information you need to know." ”

Xia Yuan didn't want to be trapped by a title of faith, so he said, "I'm not your emperor..."

"Okay..."

Yan Ya didn't say much more, but from the tone and demeanor, she was basically sure that he was.

Xia Yuan returned the same way with the two of them, and to be honest, he was also a little curious about how these people lived underground in Xiyou, and where there would be such a large space for them to live underground.

After a stick of incense.

In front of the cave.

Yan Ya carefully removed a boulder blocking the door, revealing a dark and secluded hole behind it, the entrance of the cave shimmered with a faint light, and the space was slightly folded here, and there was a faint light inside.

The three walked in.

This is supposed to be the belly of the mountain, but it has become a cliff, and a simple boundary stone monument is erected on the edge of the cliff, and the words "Hope City" are engraved on the tablet.

In the distance, a simple outline of the town is outlined by lanterns, and in the center of the town there is a burning bonfire and a huge statue.

In the firelight, the statue wore an imperial crown on its head, and its face was blurred, but the two hands were completely different from the appearance of the imaginary emperor, which was a huge magic hand, and the magic hand and even the arm were embossed and painted with soaring magic flames.

At this time, there are many people around the statue of the emperor, prostrate, whispering mysteriously, offering incense, and worshipping reverently.

Xia Yuan glanced at it and knew that this was his tyrant form.

Is this really worshipping oneself as a god?