It can be clearly seen that the statue of the White Emperor, which was originally like an immortal, turned from white to black on its face.

Just imagine, who is he, the White Emperor Shaohao, a mythical character, was worshiped by the ancestors as early as 10,000 years ago, and was the patron saint of the ancient Huaxia clan, suppressing the catastrophe with his own strength.

But now, he really wants to slap the person in front of him to death, what does he call himself, Lao Bai?

In the long years, no one has ever called himself like this, and, why are you crying, why do you cry when you see yourself, so excited?

Two strings of big snot hulahula, a little disgusting.

Qin Hao didn't realize his gaffe at all, and when he saw that the sculpture had changed color.

He stammered to "Live, live, live." ”

He wants to run, he just wants to leave quickly, what is my big man ancestor, the White Emperor's urinal, don't want it, don't want it, I'm just an ordinary person, I haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, you guys are playing too much, let me go.

Unfortunately, his feet were firmly on the ground, motionless, and his lower body was controlled by the little boy.

No one is good, he cried and cursed "Ni=*#*ヰ&#.... ”

There is an allusion to the story, there is a person who likes dragons and keeps saying that he wants to see them, but as a result, the dragon was moved by him and really went to find him, and that person was directly scared to death.

Qin Hao is like this now, when something indescribable happens, he has no idea.

Finally, maybe the little boy's conscience found that he couldn't stand it anymore, and removed the control of his legs, Qin Haoru was amnesty, but he sat on the ground with his legs weak and couldn't stand.

He pouted aggrievedly, his little eyes were full of horror and a hint of embarrassment, he subconsciously looked down at the middle of his legs, okay, okay, still dry.

When he raised his head again, his expression calmed down, his pupils turned completely green, and his face turned from bright red to pale.

He got up slowly, his temperament changed suddenly, with a kind of majesty, he twisted his neck slightly, like a king of the forest, who had just woken up and was about to hunt.

"Is it worth it, White Emperor. ！”

Qin Hao spoke up, but there was ruthlessness in his voice, he was no longer the original Qin Hao, he had lost control of his body, and now, it was the little boy who was in charge.

He looked at the sculpture, although he was called the White Emperor, but these two words were extremely heavy, full of irony, obviously they used to be creatures of the same level, at least, they were also similar in strength, otherwise, it would not be possible to be so casual.

The White Emperor has no waves in his heart, he is very calm, now he is just a sculpture, but he is still like an immortal, it is really hard to imagine how brilliant the real White Emperor is.

"Dikar, thousands of years have passed, haven't you also become a lonely ghost, no, even your soul is gone, you can only turn into a wisp of emotion, stored in someone else's body, sad. ”

The White Emperor was-for-tat, and he could see at a glance the state of "Qin Hao", or rather, it was Dikal, a creature at the same level as the White Emperor.

Qin Hao's face changed, his fingers couldn't help but clench into fists, as if he thought of some past events, he let out a low roar, like a beast.

As Emperor Bai said, he was in a very bad state, and he was so sarcastic that he couldn't control his irritability.

"Shaohao!"

He yelled, called him by his name, clenched his right fist, and headed straight for the statue of the White Emperor, and it could be seen that with his punch, his whole body had a green glow, flowing with his whole body.

His speed was so fast that he could barely see it with the naked eye, and he could only see a trace of afterimage, rushing towards the White Emperor.

"Bang. ”

With a loud bang, Qin Hao's right fist hit the sculpture's abdomen straight into the sculpture, and the sculpture that was originally like an immortal was full of cracks in an instant, like a cracked earth, almost shattered.

"Qin Hao" punched and almost smashed the statue of the White Emperor, which is a great disrespect and an insult, even if this is just a sculpture, but the White Emperor cannot be insulted.

The original green guqin, for a moment, dimmed, in a corner of the guqin, there was a drop of dry blood, lit up, the original red blood, suddenly, golden light, like a black hole, crushed everything around.

It's just a drop of blood, there is such a change, and it hasn't stopped, the golden light is getting brighter and brighter, and in the end, it actually conjures up a golden white emperor!

Appeared out of thin air, just like that, from a drop of blood, transformed into a transparent body, but extremely real, after he appeared, the original sculpture, suddenly, turned into powder.

The White Emperor appeared.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost. ”

Qin Hao said coldly, this can't be the real White Emperor, the patron saint of Huaxia, who has long been dead and can't die anymore, everything has turned into dust, and all of them no longer exist, this is just a trace of blood on the guqin.

Perhaps, it was left when he was at war with the enemy, or maybe it was the back hand that Emperor Bai did early before his death, through the warmth of this mausoleum and the continuous sacrifice of the guqin, barely retaining a trace of spirituality.

Of course, this hurts the guqin a lot, and the former Heavenly Emperor Qin has now lost its last essence and has completely become a mortal thing, which is a pity.

But, even so, it's scary enough, it's just a drop of blood, and it can reproduce the White Emperor, although, this is just a projection, but, after all, thousands of years have passed, so thousands of years ago, how rebellious the White Emperor Shaohao was!

Such a strong man has already seen through everything, his face is calm, even if the statue is destroyed, there is still no fluctuation.

Just quietly plucking his fingers in the air, as if playing the guqin, the sound of the surrounding dingdong sounded, so unpleasant, just like this, it really turned into the sound of the piano.

However, under the sound of this ethereal qin, there was a hidden killing intention, Qin Hao turned sideways slightly, and a terrifying opening appeared on the ground behind him, as if it had been cut by a knife, but it was silent, and on his right cheek, a blood mark appeared, and then, blood gushed out.

This is not the end, just the beginning, with the rapid flicking of the White Emperor's fingers, a large number of gaps appeared on the ground, and "Qin Hao" was quickly dodging, his body was like a light wind, flying back and forth in the air and on the ground.

"What has passed away is gone after all, there is no trace, Shao Hao, you are empty for eternity, and I will rise!

"Qin Hao" no longer dodged, allowing a large number of cuts to appear on his body, clenched his right fist again, and rushed straight towards the White Emperor.

The illusory body of the White Emperor suddenly turned, no longer hooked up with the air, put on a strange posture, and quickly swung out his right fist.

At a certain point, the two fists touched, and for a moment, it was like a golden light and a beam of green light colliding together, and then they bounced away and returned to their original positions.

Both of them stopped their movements tacitly, blood overflowed from the corners of Qin Hao's mouth, and his face became even paler, like white paper, without blood.

And the golden White Emperor, at this time, the light dimmed, almost illusory, and it was impossible to see clearly.

"Hehe, the last traces of the world are going to disappear, Emperor Bai, there is a will. ”

"Qin Hao" laughed coldly, he let Qin Hao enter the mausoleum, originally for the guqin, but now, the guqin has become a mortal thing, then he will destroy the last trace of the White Emperor.

Let this history, completely sealed, will only become a myth, be passed on by word of mouth, and, with the passage of time, after all, no one will know about those past events.