Where did the Emperor of the Wasteland go?

Fu Xi was silent for a long time. Could it be that the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven died in battle? Nameless couldn't help but think.

"He's gone," the silent Fuxi finally spoke.

"Gone?" Nameless asked.

"Emperor Desolate Heaven is dictatorial for eternity, in fact, he was about to break through the realm of the Immortal Emperor, in the battle that day, the Desolate Emperor was seriously injured but still survived strongly, and the surviving Emperor Desolate knew that the other party would definitely come again, so he transformed the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands into what it is now.

Of course, in the First World War, the starry sky was shattered, and the origin of the world was also destroyed, and the Emperor of the Wasteland separated several worlds and hid them in a period of time and space, so that even if some worlds were found, the other worlds still had the vitality to survive.

"And then?" Nameless asked.

"And then no one saw him again, he just told me that he was going to find a new world, maybe there was hope there," Fu Xi said in a low voice.

"So that's it?" Nameless was a little stunned, no wonder the original Nine Heavens and Ten Lands had become like this, the original world was cut off by the Emperor of the Desolate Heavens, separated, and hidden in several time and space.

The Immortal Realm was also separated at that time.

No wonder no one has been able to enter the Immortal Realm for so many years, it turns out that this is the reason.

"Put him away, don't let him run out" Fu Xi handed Xiao Ding on the table to Nameless's hand.

"Good," Nameless nodded.

A quaint small ding, the breath in it is very strong, and the nameless feeling is no worse than the barren tower.

However, the breath in it makes Nameless have an inexplicable sense of familiarity, "Demon~"

The breath that belongs to the demon path is blowing in the face.

Out of Fuxi's range, Xiao Ding began to shake violently and struggle.

Nameless tried to suppress him, but Xiaoding's strength was still getting bigger and bigger, and he was about to break out of Nameless's control.

At this time, Fu Xi looked at Nameless directly, and did not mean to come up to help.

After all, Fu Xi summoned Nameless to come so that Nameless could continue to suppress Xiao Ding, otherwise after one or two decades, if he dissipated and Xiao Ding flew out, the world would be dangerous.

"Duh~"

"Hum~"

"Grandma~" A Dao sound appeared next to the nameless body, which was a manifestation of the nameless Dao method running to the extreme.

Fu Xi next to him couldn't help but shake his head when he saw that Xiao Ding was about to break out of Nameless's control. Could it be that his own calculation was wrong, and this person did not have the power to suppress Xiao Ding at all?

I decided to make a move.

Suddenly, the conscription order, which had been silent in the Nameless Sea of Knowledge, had been a conscription order that had always existed as a tool for crossing, and suddenly became generous and powerful.

"Pardon~" A divine light instantly fixed Xiao Ding, and then pulled into the sea of nameless knowledge.

Ding was under the token, and there was no movement at all.

"Good, good, good" Fu Xi let out three consecutive yes.

"Whew" Nameless let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, this problem has been solved temporarily.

"Boy, listen up," Fu Xi said, and suddenly began to play the piano.

Fuxiqin, an ancient artifact.

Fuxi, congenital sacred.

Fuxi played the piano, and the sound of the Tao was bursting.

Fuxi's Tao was completely transmitted to Nameless's mind through Fuxi's qin.

That is the way of nature, that is the way of the world, that is also the way of the human race, is to work hard, the gentleman of Tianxing Jian is constantly striving for self-improvement, he is not afraid of difficulties, and he has no regrets.

Nameless listened and understood.

Fu Xi scattered.

With the sound of the piano, Fu Xi's body slowly faded.

Perhaps many years ago, Fu Xi had already died in battle, and now what is left is just a wisp of remnant soul in Fu Xiqin.

Either way, Fu Xi was gone, and the endless anticipation dissipated.

Nameless didn't speak, just quietly comprehended Fuxi's Tao and Law.

This should be the greatest respect for Fuxi, leaving its inheritance in the world.

In the end, the sound of the piano disappeared, and the Fuxi qin also dissipated, and finally only a streamer remained, which disappeared into the nameless mind.

"He is free"

As the streamer entered the brain, such a word appeared in the nameless sea of knowledge, followed by a large amount of information.

Nameless was a little excited, his transformation of the law is the supreme mastery of the Emperor of the Wasteland, which can transform years, all things, and himself.

It is even possible to summon oneself from other years and spaces to fight.

However, after reading it, Nameless realized that he couldn't practice this method by himself.

His Freedom Method indicates that this method is not in the realm of the Immortal King and cannot be practiced.

Nameless didn't delve into it, but just continued to study, and although he couldn't practice, the cause and effect and the principles of time and space involved in it were real.

There are great benefits for the growth of the nameless Tao.

Two days later, Nameless walked out of Wanqiu.

When you come, you have a horse, and when you go, you have only yourself.

Longma has long been left on Longma Mountain outside Wanqiu without a name, and it is rumored that Fuxi is on the bank of Weishui, forgetting Longma Mountain, and gaining gossip.

Ryoma Mountain has been the inheritance of the Ryoma clan since ancient times.

Now that Ryoma is passing by, he naturally can't give up the inheritance, and he left Ryoma without a name, and if Ye Fan comes back in the later stage, I don't know if Ye Fan surrendered Ryoma or Ryoma surrendered Ye Fan.

Nameless continues on his way, coming to the last location on Earth.

This is a node of the original Starry Sky Ancient Road, which is also a pass with a very special status in Chinese history.

This is an ancient city that no one can see in the world.

There are three big characters engraved on the city gate tower: Hangu Pass!

The pen is vigorous, this ancient city does not know how many years it has existed, engraved with the wind and frost of the years, written full of time mottled, so that people can look at it at a glance for thousands of years.

It's like a reincarnation, the ancient city is still there, but the creatures on the earth don't know how many generations have changed, the old bones have turned to ashes, and the race has changed and changed.

Few people know that this city is an imperial artifact.

It is not known who refined it, but it is known that this imperial weapon has almost merged with the earth.

There is a feature of Hangu Pass, activating the magic circle on Hangu Pass, which is equivalent to activating the protection of the earth, and if you can't break Hangu Pass, you can't enter the earth.

There are many stories of Hanguguan, before Lao Tzu sent out Hanguguan to leave 5,000 words of Tao Te Ching, and then Lao Tzu turned Hu into Shakyamuni.

At this time, there were four people practicing in Hangu Pass.

Four earthlings and four pinnacle quasi-emperors.

Four old people who should have died.

Lao Tzu, Emperor, Shennong, Shakyamuni,

Nameless walked to Hangu Pass, and the closed formation was not opened.

Hangu Pass is one of the places with the highest concentration of spiritual energy on earth, and it is also an excellent place for cultivation.

"Gai Jiuyou, please meet a few seniors" Nameless dwelling on the Hangu Pass, transmitting the sound to the pass.

Because in the four directions of the gate, there are four imperial arrays, guarding four secret places, and there are four people in it who are cultivating.

The first to come out was Lao Tzu, whose beard and hair were all white, but at this time there was no green cow to travel, and then it was Sakyamuni, a bald monk, and a peak quasi-emperor.

Then Shennong appeared, his appearance was not outstanding, it was a middle-aged man, tall and strong, with a burly body, like a hero from ancient times, powerful to the extreme, and his eyes were extremely deep.

The last person to appear was even more peculiar, flying out of the formation with a sarcophagus. The man stepped out of a sarcophagus, looking ordinary, not at all unusual, not heroic, but with a reassuring temperament.

This is the Yellow Emperor.

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