The young man knew that it must be the strength of the Great Epoch that was exhausted, and Yuan Zun could die. Otherwise, even if the luck of the Terran Race fails, the Holy Emperor of the Terran Race will never die.

"Is it the end of the epoch in the blink of an eye?" said the young man in his heart.

He has been a Yuanzun for more than a billion years, he is relatively young among all the Yuanzun, he thought that there are still countless billions of years before the end of the era, so that he can prepare well, who knows that now the end of the era has come.

"Let's go back to the Great Red Sky. The young man thought in his heart, for a long time, and said suddenly.

"Huh, return to the Great Red Heaven?" Hearing this, the dozen or so fallen angels behind them were all taken aback, only to hear the old man say in surprise.

"Yes, when I return to Dachitian, I have to make some preparations. The young man said lightly.

He knew that when the end of the era came, every Yuan Venerable would have the opportunity to become a true saint. Once he becomes a saint, he can survive for several epochs, and of course he will not let go of this opportunity. In contrast, the temptation of the Hallows is secondary. In the past billion years, as the Demon Emperor of the Central Demon Domain, he has done a lot of preparations in the Great Red Heaven, in order to arrive at the end of the era. Now he had to return to the Great Red Heaven and then think about cultivating to the method of a saint.

The dozen or so fallen angels in the back are all his subordinates, and since the young man said so at this moment, these people can only obey orders.

A moment later, the young man took these people and flew in the direction of the Great Red Sky of the Central Demon Domain, not to mention it.

There is Kumahara, and now it is dark, and the rain is pouring non-stop.

Rumble!

At this moment, a huge white lightning bolt slashed in the direction of the Holy Palace, and the five princes and the Nine Mudao people in the Holy Palace had not yet reacted, only to see that the lightning had already split the Holy Palace to pieces, and the heavy rain fell into the Holy Palace.

"Father, father!" the forty-year-old Xiong Zhan was sad.

"Father, how can you just leave?" Kumano muttered as tears rained down.

"Father, you're gone, what about the Terrans?" The other three princes were also sad at the moment.

"Your Majesty, I feel that the luck of the Terrans is gradually declining, and I even see that the future of the Terrans is dark, is the Terrans going to perish? The Nine Mudao people knelt in the rain, and his heart was sad and terrified.

At this moment, in the distance, I saw countless figures flying towards here, these were some cultivators who lived on the bear plain, among which there were many immortal emperors and immortal kings.

Since the death of the Terran Holy Emperor, these Immortal Emperors and Immortal Kings all felt a chill in their hearts, and they all felt that there was a "despair" in their hearts, which made them frightened, they knew that something earth-shattering must have happened, so they were no longer willing to endure it, and they began to fly in the direction of the Holy Emperor's Palace.

There were already more than 10,000 cultivators who flew to the Holy Emperor's Palace, and they saw Xiong Zhan, Xiong Ye, Jiumu Daoren and others over there, and they also saw the body of the Holy Emperor Ji Xuanyuan lying on the bed, and for a while, more than 10,000 people were stunned.

Although the Holy Emperor used to be a tall middle-aged man, and now he looked like a skinny old man, they still recognized the Holy Emperor, and they felt that the Holy Emperor's body had no vitality or soul, and the Holy Emperor was already dead and could no longer die.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty is dead!"

"Oh my God, is the sky falling?"

Tens of thousands of cultivators knelt on the ground together, and they wailed and cried.

Gradually, more and more cultivators arrived, and when they saw the corpse of the Holy Emperor, they all knelt on the ground and wept.

In a short period of time, the number of Terran cultivators around here has exceeded one million. Moreover, those who can come here are all the powerhouses of the human race, among which there are hundreds of immortal emperors alone, there are thousands of immortal kings, and as for immortal monarchs and ancestral immortals, there are countless more. Among these millions of people, the weakest cultivator is also the Golden Immortal.

"Great Prince, what happened, why did Your Majesty die?" said a middle-aged man at the peak of the Immortal Emperor.

"Yes, the eldest prince, and all the princes, why did Your Majesty die? Your Majesty is the Yuan Zun, the Era Supreme, and he should not die. Beside him, another young man in his twenties at the peak of the Immortal Emperor also spoke.

"The eldest prince and the little prince, please explain to us. Another immortal king spoke.

More and more people opened their mouths to question the five princes and question the Nine Mudao people.

"Your Majesty's Shou Yuan arrived, and then he died. The Nine Mudao people sighed and said loudly.

"However, how could it be that Yuan Zun has arrived, Yuan Zun is immortal!" The middle-aged man at the peak of the Immortal Emperor who was the first to speak said angrily.

He felt that the Nine Mudao people were deceiving them.

"Yes, Yuan Zun is immortal, it is impossible to die!"

"Give us an explanation!"

"Who killed Your Majesty?"

Millions of cultivators couldn't help but ask.

"The reason why my father died was because the luck of my human race was constantly declining, which affected my father. At this moment, Kumano flew up and gritted his teeth.

"This ...... How could the luck of the human race fail?" said the Immortal King powerhouse in surprise.

"I also faintly feel that the luck of the human race is exhausted......"

"Yes, especially after His Majesty died, I felt very desperate and scared. ”

"Our human race is the strongest race in countless epochs, the first protagonist of countless epochs, will our luck fail?"

Around, there were millions of cultivators talking about it, some of them had amazing spiritual senses or people with powerful cultivation, they had already felt the change of luck between heaven and earth, and they also felt that it was possible for Kumano to say.

There are Kumano, there are Xiong Zhan, Jiumu and others are still sad, at this moment Jiumu looked at Youkumano and said: "Little prince, the human race can't do without the Holy Emperor, the human race needs a leader." Little Lord, you have refined the Human Emperor Sword now. If you can refine it, you will become the new Yuan Venerable and the new Holy Emperor of the Terran race. ”

"This ......" Kumano hesitated a little.

"Fifth brother, don't shirk. My father passed on all his skills to you before he died, and he had high hopes for you, thinking that you were the one who was most likely to refine the Human Emperor Sword, so refine it now, and it would change later. Xiong Zhan looked at his youngest brother and said at the moment.

"Okay, in that case, I'll refine it. Arikumano nodded and said.

He was full of confidence, feeling that he could refine the Human Emperor Sword, because he had now felt that there was an inexplicable connection between himself and the Human Emperor Sword, and he also carried the luck of the human race, and he should be able to refine it.

His hand was about to grab the human emperor sword in front of him, and at this moment, suddenly there was a fairy light in the sky, and he saw dozens of Daoists appear in the sky.

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