Emperor Xiong was a little relieved at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little remorse for the previous darkness, it was really a bit immoral for him to speculate on an old hero like that.

The old dragon emperor didn't say much, and handed over the Hongmeng original stone engraved with the Ten Thousand Dragon Seal to the hand of Emperor Xiong, and said, "Give this to Wang Shi, and I won't need it below." Also, you tell him that his friend, I can't predict what the future holds, I can only see what it will be. ”

"Old Dragon Emperor......" Emperor Xiong wanted to express his apologies in his heart, but in the end he couldn't say it.

The old dragon emperor waved his hand and walked towards the depths of the ancestral land. He didn't care about these trivial things.

Emperor Xiong watched the old Dragon Emperor's back gradually shrink, as if a hero was gradually rickety. It's not far away, it's just old and irretrievable.

Emperor Xiong was not wrong to speculate on the old Dragon Emperor with the most sinister thoughts, and he guessed not much worse, if it weren't for some reason, Wang Shi might have become a fat sheep in the hands of the old Dragon Emperor now. But Emperor Xiong still had a trace of remorse in his heart now, and he should have apologized to the old Dragon Emperor.

The old Dragon Emperor is a strong man that Emperor Xiong admires and respects from the bottom of his heart, and before that, only Li Yixian is a strong man admired by Emperor Xiong.

After living for 10,000 years, all the friends and relatives in the past have died, and even the children and grandchildren he knows have died, and the old Dragon Emperor himself does not know how many descendants of the current dragon clan still have. In the current world, he knows a lot about him, but he doesn't know much.

Too many years have worn away his emotions, and now he is completely a machine, devoting all his strength to planning the future for the sake of the ancients. He just needs to think rationally, like a scale, and nothing else.

Born as a desolate ancient, until death rests.

The Old Dragon Emperor was supposed to be a hero, a peerless hero, he could even reach a level comparable to the Green Dragon, and he should not be trapped in the Ancient Wilderness.

But the ancient world is so big, and no big fish will be born in a small pond. If he insists on breaking through the human immortal realm, there will be no living beings left in the entire desolate ancient at that time.

Obviously has the top talent in the world and can reach a higher realm, but he can only look up at the smooth road to the peak at the foot of the mountain, and there may not be many people in the world who can understand that kind of feeling.

This is completely a kind of devastating despair, a higher realm is close at hand, but it can't be touched, it can definitely drive any strong person crazy, but the old dragon emperor endured it, instead of giving up on himself, he didn't go crazy and killing, but continued to calmly think about the future of the ancient wilderness.

There is nothing to do in life, and the only thing that can be done is to protect the ancient times.

Heroes are fearless, fearless is the enemy, who can live fearlessly like stagnant water, who can be fearless for thousands of years, who can be fearless of eternal loneliness?

A hero like the Old Dragon Emperor is worthy of admiration!

Emperor Xiong silently bowed to the old Dragon Emperor, and after this time, I don't know if there is still a chance to respect the old Dragon Emperor again. For the deep meaning of the old Dragon Emperor's departure, Emperor Xiong can still understand. At this time, the departure of the old Dragon Emperor can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence that Emperor Xiong can do anything, and he will not embarrass Emperor Xiong.

Holding the Hongmeng Rough Stone, Emperor Xiong was silent for a long time. He thinks a lot of things, and he thinks a lot of people.

Li Yat-sen, the old Dragon Emperor, and many heroes who have experienced it, in the end, are not for themselves, but for others who may be martyred for the so-called ideals, should the hero's return really be like this?

In this gloomy world, the only light is held up by these heroes with their backbones and death!

No matter what kind of era it is, there will always be heroes, and this is the only light that a nation can sustain! Only a nation that praises heroes can survive forever.

Without sighing or regretting, Emperor Xiong retracted his gaze, looked at Wang Shi, who was still soaked in the dragon's blood pool, and said softly: "Wang Shi, I hate the ancient times more than you, I hate this place full of killings more than you, I hate every living creature here more than you, but, it's ......."

Emperor Xiong paused for a long time and said, "We owe the old Dragon Emperor a favor that we can never forget. ”

In the empty dragon blood pool, the voice disappeared quickly, I am afraid that Wang Shi, who was in a state of concentration, did not hear a word, and Emperor Xiong could only say it to himself. But it's much better to say it, and it's not so depressing after all.

Looking at such a posture, I don't know how long Wang Shi will absorb it here. Emperor Xiong also sat down cross-legged and began to think about what he should do, some things must not be done, otherwise his heart will be uneasy, but because of the old Dragon Emperor, he still needs to restrain a lot, and the measurement can only be grasped by himself.

To kill or not to kill?

Emperor Xiong had been thinking about it.

The Dragon's Blood Pool fell silent, save for the faint sound of water.

The crystal blood continued to converge towards Wang Shi, slowly seeping into his spine, as if it had seeped into an abyss, never filled.

Wang Shi was as quiet as an old monk, the vitality in his body became more and more vigorous, and the power he exuded became more and more amazing.

Time flies by in this silence.

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In the depths of the ancestral land, there are no treasures, only a few stones and a few collapsed dragon's dens.

The old dragon emperor walked here slowly, looking at every stone here, and there were memories in his eyes.

Heroes are always amorous, but they make too many ruthless decisions.

It has been too many years since I have been here, and apart from the erosion of wind and rain, there is hardly any change here, and even the dragon totem outlined above is still left.

When you are used to seeing things like birth, old age, sickness and death, you will always become ruthless. At that time, it was already clear that no matter how strong his emotions were, he could not leave any life, and could only watch them pass. Instead of this, it is better to make yourself more ruthless, to always exist as a bystander, so that you will not suffer too much struggle and pain.

The old dragon emperor stretched out his dry hand and gently stroked the traces here, thinking back to the past.

He doesn't come often, it's not that he doesn't want to reminisce, but he knows that coming here to constantly reminisce will only make his life pass faster, and he needs to do everything he can to make himself live longer, even if it is to devour his people. However, this time, I'm afraid it will be the last time, so I have to take a good look.

"I don't remember how many years have passed, but it feels like it was yesterday. You guys once accompanied me to fight against the Wasteland, blocking the attack for me, and we fought the Wasteland together. Then I argued endlessly about how to kill the Wasteland, and worked hard day and night, but in the end, you died first, and you all died and rushed out of the Wasteland. ”

The images of the battlefield appeared in front of him, but there were no longer bursts of fighting, and those faces were blurred, and the color of blood had faded too much. Everything is like a black and white picture, incomplete.

"I've almost forgotten what you look like, and I can't remember your names anymore, and I'll forget all these things eventually. For example, today, if I am alone, there is nothing to be missed. ”

"I chose a Terran, maybe it would be a hope. So many hopes were planted before, but they were all shattered in the end. This time, maybe it will be the same! I've done my best, and don't blame me. ”

The Old Dragon Emperor walked slowly, carefully looking at everything here, pausing from time to time, trying to remember what had happened back then.

What has happened over the years is as if grains of sand have been squeezed together, and each grain of sand has been polished clean in its original appearance, and it takes a lot of effort to remember some fragments.

"You should be the dragon girl in the yellow shirt, you were so bold enough to steal the real dragon scales from me, and you made a bet with me that you would win me within ten years...... Is it 10 years, or 20 years? What did you say back then?"

The old dragon emperor thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't remember the real agreement.

It was too far away to remember anyway, he could only think of that vague shadow.

Without sighing, the old Dragon Emperor just said lightly: "I'm sorry, I can't remember anymore." I just remember that you wore a yellow shirt, and you still looked good. ”

Walking slowly, the old dragon emperor could remember fewer and fewer things, but he did not show any remorse or other emotions. He was calm and able to look at everything here calmly. Everything that was in the past is already the past, and he will not have any waves now.

Walking into the collapsed dragon's lair, thinking back to the years of cultivation and struggle, the old dragon emperor only smiled lightly.

It was only a hundred miles away, but the old Dragon Emperor had walked for a long time, and he needed to remember quietly, trying to recall all the things that were still in his mind. Soon he will forget even more.

He had forgotten where time had gone, after all, the old Dragon Emperor had never had a specific concept of time, he was just waiting for the end of his life.

It was late at night.

The night of the wilderness is extraordinarily deep.

There was not a speck of moonlight falling here, only a piece of darkness, and even the specific objects could not be distinguished. The old dragon emperor stood on a low mountain peak, looking at the ancestral land at his feet.

Without much emotion, the old Dragon Emperor just stood here and glanced at it.

After one glance, everything will dissipate and never exist again.

There was a breeze in the mountains, blowing the old dragon emperor's thinning hair.

After standing for too long, the old dragon emperor sensed a hint of coolness, and without any further hesitation, he turned around and left.

From this moment on, the only thing he has left is life, and he will no longer have any feelings, he is just an emotionless guardian, allowing the bloodlines of all races to continue to multiply and survive in the pool of desolate ancient times.

After thousands of years, looking back, they have all become ashes, and even their memories have begun to be broken, only a few cool breezes are left on their temples.