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Tens of thousands of years ago, before entering the emperor's cage, he was a legend walking on the Shenzhou, half-step Shenxuan had a draw with the real Shenxuan Emperor, some people said that he was the reincarnation of the emperor, plus the current life, is the emperor of the two lives, it is really a world-famous figure who makes people tremble at the mention of the name, maybe he is not the only one who is the emperor of the Eastern Regions, but when it comes to fame incense, it must be respected in the name of Gu Hong, not to mention anything else, just say that it is the most widely recited in the mouth of the monks in the Eastern Regions, and the incense is the strongest, only Gu Hong is transcendent in front。

However, at the moment, this character, who can no longer be described by the words "Qiao Tianjiao", feels an aura that even he is afraid of.

The Lone Hong Emperor stood in the middle of the blood canyon in the sky, surrounded by mountains and mountains, and the blood was red.

He sacrificed a huge and immeasurable price to break through the imperial cage, came to the world, and became the emperor who truly walked the world, if anyone saw this scene, they would definitely feel shocked, not because of his status as a god emperor, but because of the amazing aura and terrifying coercion he exuded at this moment.

It was as if he himself represented a world of his own, a world as complex as Shenzhou, when these two worlds met in the Blood Valley, it brought about the shattering and distortion of the endless void, even if the True King Monk passed through this place, he was afraid that in an instant, he would be completely crushed by this power that surpassed the monk's comprehension.

Emperor Guhong had a solemn expression, and his eyes were always looking in one direction.

Before a stick of incense, there was nothing here, except for the black sand in the sky, there were countless blood-colored mountain gorges.

Now, a mysterious and strange huge ancient temple began to gradually show its invincible appearance, after seeing this ancient temple show its original form, Gu Hong's eyes flashed a little complicated.

Desolate, as time goes by, these two words become more and more unfamiliar to the young monks of this era, and they have become more and more deterrent and shocking, just like the rise and fall of dynasties, gradually from glory to decline, but in the eyes of these elders, the word desolate is still an insurmountable behemoth, although it is no longer unscrupulous to exude the power of can't help but worship, but with the swaying eyes of the candle to look at this ever-changing world, but when they really look directly at the ancient cloudy eyes, they will unconsciously have a sense of awe in the depths of their hearts。

The owner of this ancient temple is the man who once stood at the top of the ancient era, and in a sense, he is also the master of the ancient era.

In the face of such an existence, even if he is the emperor who looks down on the common people, it is difficult to maintain a transcendent mentality.

Gu Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said lightly and slowly: "You and I are not in the same position, you represent an ancient era that has passed away and is still being further forgotten by the world, that era, the way of heaven is at its peak, under the whole world, there are gods on the head, but now it is different, because the way of heaven has died one after another, and the rules of this world have begun to become different, maybe in your opinion, I am a mouse, but in my eyes, I just did what I had to do." ”

The man standing in the snowstorm in the blood-colored ancient temple looked at the sky and smiled faintly, and said, "Is that really the case? You think I'm old, so I can't understand the thoughts of you young descendants, but I have long expected you to do it, and even expected you to come here, I have calculated all your thoughts, but you can't touch my mind at all." ”

Gu Hong's face was still calm, and he said softly: "Then let me ask Lord Sword Emperor rhetorically, since you are like a god, I don't know if you have also calculated the changes in Canghai Country?"

Dugu Ye said four words: "I know it in my chest." ”

He sighed, then continued, "It's just that I'm still waiting for you here." ”

Gu Hong's eyes shrank slightly, and faintly, he realized that he and the others seemed to have gone wrong, but after he heard Duguye's words, he still couldn't think of what he had missed, and he didn't know what else Duguye could do to save the demon girl's life.

"I've never stepped into the gods, but I was on the platform to kill the gods. Duguye's voice was like an eternal bell, "In the same way, the Great Emperor is really so great? ”

This sentence fell, and the heavens and the earth were silent.

Gu Hong stared at the temple that had survived forever.

At some point, his expression began to become gloomy and cold, and the space around him collapsed further because it could not withstand the pressure of his climbing.

In the end, all the emotional ripples calmed down, and his deep eyes were like a deep pool without waves in an ancient well.

Then, a flame suddenly appeared in the deep pool, as if it was about to burn the heavens.

With a bang, the wind and clouds reversed at this moment, and a kind of earth-swallowing momentum erupted from the body of the Guhong Emperor.

A pair of wings the size of dozens of zhang suddenly stretched out from the back of the Lone Hong Emperor!

In the past, there was a Kunpeng soaring up to 90,000 miles, and today he can reach the end of the world as long as he flutters his wings!

This is the mystery.

Heaven and earth are so big, he can't go anywhere, even the emperor's cage can be broken, not to mention that he has now sacrificed the emperor's qi, even if it is the three old monsters high in the imperial city, he dares to fight, just a black desert blood canyon, can't you still want to keep him? !

Just give him a moment.

However, in the next moment, the world seemed to stand still suddenly.

In the silence, pitch-black feathers fell like jade dust, floating all over this blood-colored mountain gorge.

Since the last time he slashed the sky with a sword, Dugu Ye finally made a sword again.

The sword shattered the ancient temple.

Countless formation debris fell.

This sword directly poked a hole in the heavenly vault in the ancient temple.

Dugu stood calmly in the night, leaning on his sword and looking at the sky.

From the palm-sized heaven and earth, you can see the thrilling scene of the outside world.

The heavens and the earth were full of withered swords, flowing drops of crimson blood in their respective directions towards the center of the world.

The Emperor Guhong, who had not been injured for tens of thousands of years, was now full of sharp swords, as if they were shooting at his body from all directions.

His face was as gloomy as water, and he looked deeply at Dugu Ye, who was standing in the ancient temple and staring at him from afar.

Snort.

Another drop of blood flowed down and rolled down into the snow like magma on the earth, smelting everything pale.

The frosty and piercing blade in Duguye's hand still had a bit of the emperor's blood on it, and it was incomparably red.

"I didn't let you go. ”

He whispered.