Powerful sound, deafening.

The heavens and the earth shook.

Snowflakes floated in the air, and the river in the distance rolled violently, causing waves to ripple, and the ground began to crack, and blood continued to gush.

On the ground, countless people were crying.

"Emperor of Heaven, I can still fight, don't. ”

......

"Emperor of Heaven, what can you do after ten thousand years?"

There are also people who are very pessimistic, even the Emperor of Heaven is about to fall, he is the spiritual pillar of Huaxia, he is gone, even if he blocks foreign enemies for thousands of years, what can he do?

The enemy is too strong, as long as the White Emperor is still there, there is still hope after all, but now, the Emperor of Heaven wants to take the initiative to die for the sake of his clan, and he has no soul, and he has to protect the thousands of years of Huaxia with his body.

How so, why has it come to this point!

This is the last emperor of the Huaxia clan!

Someone used all his strength and shouted, "Do I want to have no emperor in Huaxia?"

This is unacceptable, once, the seven guardian saints of Huaxia, only the White Emperor was left, and the rest were all killed in battle, and now, the last Emperor of Heaven is also going to die, Huaxia has no Emperor of Heaven to protect it, how to tide over the difficulties?

"Emperor of Heaven, even you think that we will definitely be defeated, and we must put hope in the future!"

Some people looked blank and asked in a stunned voice that their generation would be a loser.

"What hope! The Emperor of Heaven has fallen, everything is empty, and it is just a matter of breathing. ”

Some people say very bluntly, completely give up, since ancient times, there are a few people who can reach the height of the White Emperor, this kind of extremely powerful creature, people only know seven, and now the only one who is still alive has to take the initiative to die, how to fight, there is no hope at all.

"Emperor of Heaven, stop"

There are also people who are unwilling and want to stop it.

However, it was too late, the Emperor of Heaven's life had reached its last moment, and the oil had run out!

And those black fogs, in front of them, appeared a large number of transparent barriers. With the naked eye, it is almost invisible, but it is these transparent barriers that make it impossible for those black fogs to move forward.

The tumbling black fog was blocked out of the battlefield, this is the barrier formed by the White Emperor Shaohao, who used his soul and flesh to sacrifice heaven and earth, just to let the Huaxia clan survive this catastrophe and prosper for thousands of years.

The White Emperor's body was lit with black flames, like karmic fire, which looked inconspicuous, but it could burn the body of the Heavenly Emperor, as long as it was contaminated with a trace, it would burn it all.

The White Emperor was very calm, raised his palm, and gently stroked the back of the phoenix bird, he looked at the phoenix bird affectionately, they have special feelings among them, they don't need words to express it, through eye contact, you can know what the other party thinks.

The phoenix bird chirped, its once golden feathers disappeared, some became scorched black, and some burned through its body, it had no regrets, flapped its wings, and once again carried the White Emperor, patrolling this world.

On the ground, people saw this scene and were even more sad, and in the sky, around this bird, there was a vision, and there were five phoenix birds of various colors: red, yellow, green, white, and Xuan. These five phoenix birds appear opposite each other, but they are not living creatures, just like a mirage, just a kind of memory of heaven and earth.

This scene appeared when Shao Hao was born, and now, his life is coming to an end, are they here to see him off?

There was a torrent in the air, and countless birds converged towards the White Emperor, they flew and cried endlessly, they were crying, and countless tears fell, as if the tragedy of the sky had cried.

When the body of the White Emperor Shaohao was completely burned out, there was no more White Emperor in the world, and the world was crying.

The White Emperor has fallen, ten thousand birds are sad, and there is no emperor in China.

......

Qin Hao's eyes emitted a faint green light, for some reason, Qin Hao came in, entered the Shaohao Mausoleum, his body directly penetrated the wall, and the call on the road was even stronger when he came.

He could feel that the "little boy" had revived, and when the big battle appeared around him, he had revived until just now, when the picture disappeared, and Qin Hao entered the mausoleum,

However, Qin Hao is still in the lead of his body.

"Follow the feeling and go find it. ”

Qin Hao's heart sounded the voice of "little boy", this unbelievable experience, and now his sober consciousness, let Qin Hao know that this time was definitely not a dream, and things that could not be explained by science were happening to him.

Hearing the voice of "little boy", his original tense heartstrings slowed down a little, and he had a lot of questions to ask "little boy." ”

But he didn't know how to speak, and finally the ghost answered the little boy, "It? Who is it? The big roasted hairless bird? It's not bad yet?"

Little Boy: ......

The space Qin Hao is in now is very large, definitely bigger than what he saw outside the mausoleum, I don't know how many times bigger, but he is too lazy to delve into this strange thing, he can enter through the wall, the size of this mausoleum actually doesn't matter.

No, this is the mausoleum, this is the tomb of the White Emperor? I entered the tomb by myself! Fuck, I've made a fortune, hurry up and find it, the urinal used by the ancestor of the White Emperor or something.

After Qin Hao had such an idea, the little boy directly seized control of Qin Hao's legs, he wanted to do big things, and he was too lazy to deal with Qin Hao.

And Qin Hao's feeling now is that his legs don't obey the call, which makes him feel painful, looking at everything around him is a good thing, but he just can't take it. He could only look at it, and he had a good time, he narrowed his eyes, for fear that there was something good, and he didn't see it.

This space, or in the Mausoleum of the White Emperor, is indeed exciting, colorful, and in some corners, there are still old objects that have been sealed for a long time, such as quaint incense burners, gorgeous musical instruments, and crystal skulls with five-colored light, and even, the surrounding walls are all colorful crystals, here, everywhere are fluorescent.

Walking here, from a visual point of view, it is indeed a feast for the eyes, and there are many things that have not been seen before, but it is worth it when you look at it!

Those treasures were thrown on the ground at random like this, and every time Qin Hao saw a treasure, he felt that he was walking in the money nest.

After walking for a long time, his vision widened, and he came to an empty hall, and in the center of the hall, four steps were erected, and in the middle of which was a throne.

In front of this throne, there is a person, stepping on a golden phoenix bird, holding a cyan guqin in his arms, dressed in white, windless and automatic, especially the beautiful and bewitching face, it is very difficult to miss that this is a stunning woman.

It's really this face, it's so beautiful, it's fascinating, it's hard to imagine that there will be a man who is more bewitching than a woman, he is the White Emperor Shaohao.

Looking at the person in front of him, Qin Hao didn't dare to move, he swallowed his saliva, cold sweat flowed behind his back, and the little boy seemed to be sensing something and stopped in place.

After looking at it for a long time, Qin Hao took a long breath of cold air, he was really scared to death, it turned out to be a statue, it was too realistic, and he thought that the White Emperor had resurrected it.

I am also stupid, the old man of the White Emperor has a lot of opportunities, what kind of little reptile he is, how can he see his old man's true face.

"You're finally back, Tikal. ”

At this time, a demonic voice sounded, echoing in this hall, it was the voice of the White Emperor.

"Wow"

Qin Hao cried out in an instant, it was too scary!

Nima, it's fake.

He looked at the statue in front of him carefully, stiffened his neck, trembled with snot and tears, and said, "You, you, you recognized the wrong person, I... I, my name is Qin Hao, then, what, Lao Bai, is it you?"