He raised his eyes, stood up a little lazily and stretched, and turned to the stars in the sky and said, "Dust, what do you say the immortal will only become when he dies?" ”

The Divine Venerable of the Hustle and Void respectfully returned: "The Divine Venerable is feathered, or it becomes the nectar of the Nine Heavens, or it becomes the breath of the hundred rivers, or it becomes the inextinguishable karmic fire, or it becomes the soil, attached to the Xuanhuang, and circulates in the Qiankun. ”

"It's just one side." The Heavenly Emperor said lightly.

Do you know how God came to be? At the beginning, the lightest qi on the body of Pangu, the god of creation, floated up and turned into the sky, giving birth to my god race, and my god race was born to take root without being attached to the earth, but after death, it also turned into pure qi and dissipated...... What attachment came from there? He looked at the tide and said: "But, these tens of thousands of years of accumulation, look at this mirror of the sky, what is still printed there?" ”

"Since the First Divine Realm War, the Celestial Realm Barrier has been broken, and this turbidity will inevitably affect the Celestial Clan. The Mirror of Heaven has become a little darker, and it makes sense. Dust whispered.

The Heavenly Emperor shook his head, and then sighed at the hustle and bustle: "It's a pity that what has changed is not the mirror of heaven, but the human heart." Whether it's my father or me. ”

His voice gradually deepened, the Dust Divine Venerable didn't know how to answer his words for the first time, the Heavenly Emperor stood there for a long time looking at him, and the Dust Noise felt in him as if he was about to disappear, and there was a blankness between his eyebrows.

"No matter what you become, Your Majesty, I will always be by your side." He pondered for a moment, then said firmly.

Hearing his words, the Emperor of Heaven let out a chuckle and slowly withdrew his mask, and the hustle and bustle hurriedly lowered his head in fear, and heard the man say, "Raise your head." ”

The hustle and bustle was stunned, he had never seen the heroic posture of the prince of Huadian before, but he heard that it was also a peerless independent and dusty posture, he had heard of it for a long time, but since he succeeded to become the emperor of heaven, he used a gilded mask to cover his face, but this graceful and luxurious temperament is still overwhelming, he was already impressed when he saw him at the first sight, and then a lot of things happened, the moment he was scattered, he landed in front of him, and a auspicious cloud crane feather suit was like wings, redeeming him.

The Emperor of Heaven did not dislike that he was just a small martial god, but kept him by his side and cultivated him carefully, and the people he admired kept him by his side, no matter what he did, he was satisfied, and he had been leaving for tens of thousands of years. But he never showed his face to the public...... What was the reason he took off his mask? Does it mean that he has finally accepted himself?

"You're the sword I'm most comfortable with, and I don't have to worry about anything when I use you...... But you haven't seen the real me, and that's a great injustice to you. I'll give you two paths, if you don't look up, I'll let you go, and if you look up, whatever happens in the future, you have to swear not to betray me. ”

His tone was not the cynical frivolity of the past, but so cautious, the atmosphere

The weight almost crushed his head, and he wanted to lift his head, but there seemed to be a thousand pounds of weight on his neck—every time he tried to exert himself, it would be heavier than Fang Cai, and it would increase a hundred times.

The Emperor's clothes hung in front of his eyes, the intricate silver lines were shining, and he had to bear the weight of his clothes in fine clothes, and if he wanted to accompany him, he also had to understand the responsibilities he shouldered, and the Emperor wanted him to have no regrets, confirming that he was now ready to embark on a difficult and dangerous road.

Is he qualified to walk with him on this road?

He used all his strength, clasped his hands on the ground, collapsed his mind, his chest seemed to be pressed by a boulder, squeezed out hot blood, his ears were ringing, like thunder, he tried his best to lift his forehead up, every inch was a suffocating pain, time seemed to be stopped, he couldn't feel his neck, the ear drum seemed to be bursting, and his throat was surging with the smell of rust, but so what?

He is his own faith, and it is the direction he has wanted to pursue all his life.

The corners of that person's fluttering clothes, the delicate jade pinned to his waist, the silver tassels hanging from the corners of his sleeves, his eyes have begun to blur, and his figure has begun to distort in front of his eyes, but so what?

That person needs no one else, but himself.

An angry roar overflowed from the clamour's throat, and he tried his best to lift his neck up!

There was a sudden darkness in front of him, and his body fell to his feet like a kite with a broken string.

The Emperor of Heaven moved his fingers, slowly put the mask back on, leaned down and said helplessly: "Why do you have to force yourself so much? Don't you know what the price of a rebound spell is? ”

"No matter what you become, Your Majesty, I will always be by your side."

When he heard this, his heart suddenly moved, he wanted to know if the people who had always guarded him saw his true face, and if he would say such a thing - maybe he was too tired during this time, and he actually wanted to take off his mask in front of outsiders. Whoever it is, let his tired heart rest for a while.

But he didn't expect that the hustle and bustle would actually reach this point, and the spell resistance would be reversed and all the internal organs would be broken, did he still want to experience the feeling of his soul flying away again?

He sighed again, his hand hung on the hustle and bustle, and a large area of emerald suddenly spread out from under the body of the hustle and bustle god, the branches gradually stretched and flipped, stretched out the body, and countless gorgeous buds bloomed from the air, and for a time the flowers bloomed in the cold palace, and the spring was full of color from afar.

Hua Bud carefully lifted the hustle and bustle of the body, he gushed blood from his throat, submerged under his feet, his chest was still rising and falling, even if it was in pain, he was just frowning, this stubborn look, no matter how he teased it, it was also serious, so he always let him never get tired of playing. But just now he burst out and roared, allowing him to see the hustle and bustle he had never seen before.

Bloodshot tendons, full of explosive power.

"You're a strange person, too."

Although he said this with helplessness, his uncovered lips overflowed with a smile, and his fingers gathered a soft light, caressing the five orifices that burst out of the blood, because he resisted his own spells, so he suffered a lot of backlash, and had to recuperate for a few days. When he gradually fused the light into the body of the man who had passed out, he touched the mask again and thought, "I am also a little impulsive today, it seems that when I am older, I will always be a little emotional." ”

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