Luo Bing and Xue instantly erased the afterimage, and were ruthlessly devoured by the surging fire!

Sitting on the plane in the distance, a tall and long man with short black hair, a high nose bridge, and thin lips pursed slightly, showing nobility and ruthlessness. His cold eyes were as unfathomable as a deep pool, and he took a sip of black label rum with difficulty, and said coldly and ruthlessly:

"Starry Night—goodbye."

He narrowed his deep dark eyes coldly, stared at the Earl's possession ring on his finger, his long figure trembled slightly, and murmured bitterly:

"Don't blame me.... Luo Bing.. Only then will it be able to get you there. ”

Piaget possession ring, custom-made by men in a prominent family, can only be customized once in a lifetime, meaning:

"The only true love of my life......"

A black-clothed subordinate hurried over and reported in a panic:

"Lord Bill.... The air currents of the underground shock are too strong to storm our private warplanes. ”

The man pursed his thin lips lightly and quickly spat out a word,

"Withdraw."

———— the continent of Jiazhou, looking for the country

After Luo Bing's body was burned by the fire, his body gradually became light.

Am I here....dead?

Wrong.....

The soul and body were torn apart, as if they were restrained by some powerful force, and I felt that my body was dragged to a very strange place by this powerful force.

In an instant, the golden light rushed through the dim sky, accompanied by endless purple gas, the dragon was pretty, the phoenix and the song, and the virtual image of the crane dancing to the fullest appeared from the sky, and the qi of the five elements rose out of the air, and it did not disperse for a long time, which was obviously an auspicious scene.

The people of Li were awakened by this vision, pushed the door out, looked at the sky in astonishment, thought it was an auspicious scene, and continued to prostrate on the ground, shouting long live the gods, and kneeling down respectfully....

———— the Divine Realm

"Master, such an abnormal phenomenon, containing the breath of a dragon and a tiger, symbolizing the breath of the Son of Heaven, appears in the human world, probably... Uh, master.... It must be that the emperor of the human world is about to be born. Priestess Zuo Lan replied respectfully to a gorgeous and elegant man.

The man is so peerless, peerless, his skin is like condensed jade dew, his beautiful eyes are longing, and he is full of rippling autumn waves, but the breath is always so indifferent and alienated, noble and indifferent, and rejects people thousands of miles away.

A rage of heroes all broke their courage, and a ride on the red dust charm of all beings.....

This person is none other than Emperor Huali.

"Maybe." Hua Li Qingyan said.

"Master, you seem to be a little happy today." The woman in the blue butterfly coat asked curiously, she had followed Hua Li's cultivation for thousands of years, and she could grasp at least one or two of Hua Li's temperament.

"What I owe, naturally I have to pay it back to her......" Hua Li muttered in a low voice, his eyes a little gloomy.

"Huh?" Zuo Lan was surprised, Master, when did his old man owe the debt, why didn't she know......

Who is that person? What exactly does it have to do with the master? For some reason, Zuo Lan was vaguely jealous.

But in any case, since ancient times, emperors who can have the strength to unify the human world are either cruel and ruthless tyrants or invincible heroes.

Whether it is a catastrophe or a peaceful reunification of the human world depends on the person's creation.

Zuo Lan thought in a daze.

———— search for the Imperial Palace.

"Bing'er, my Bing'er, it's the queen mother who hurt you......" A middle-aged woman knelt on her knees by the wall, shaking the jade hand of the person lying on the ground, crying in despair and sadness, her voice hoarse and desolate.