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Chen Jing still didn't know the origin of Emperor Ziwei, he only knew that the jade gourd was called the Immortal Gourd, which was once the magic weapon of Lu Pressure, this magic weapon was extremely weird, Chen Jing knew from the soul blood of Nanluo that this Lu Pressure was the third brother of the former Emperor of Heaven, and his identity was extremely noble, and the only magic weapon Immortal Gourd had mysterious and unpredictable magical powers, but now it looks powerful, but it seems to be a little infamous.

"You said that you are the prince of the demon clan, and a gourd that kills immortals doesn't mean anything, as far as I know, this is the magic weapon of the former Lu Daojun." Chen Jing said suddenly.

Emperor Ziwei looked at Chen Jing, his eyes seemed to be about to see Chen Jing through. He said: "It's not strange that you can know about the Immortal Gourd, but Lu Jian Daojun is not something that ordinary people can know. However, there are still people who will know, do you know what Lu Zhuan Daojun's identity is? ”

"Third Brother of the Emperor of Heaven." Chen Jing said lightly.

Emperor Ziwei didn't even have the slightest surprise, or he was surprised in his heart but couldn't see it on the surface. He said, "It seems that you really got something from the Qingyan Sword. ”

"It's a bit of a get, but it's definitely not a legacy." Chen Jing said.

"Of course I know, if you get the inheritance from the Qingyan Sword, you wouldn't be where you are now." Emperor Ziwei said: "Qingyan is pure, Nanluo is paranoid, Qingyan Sword can transform Tianhe into a sword in Nanluo's hands to wash the world, no one can inherit this kind of swordsmanship." There was a hint of Chen Jing's incomprehensible expression in his expression, like fear, hatred, and fear.

"Have you seen him?" Chen Jing asked suddenly.

At this time, Chen Jing was no longer the Chen Jing of the past, and his strength and realm allowed him to talk to any of the six emperors on an equal footing.

Emperor Ziwei said without the slightest denial: "Yes, I have seen him, not only have I seen him, but I have also fought with him. In this world, I don't know who else is alive except for him. ”

"You're not Lu Press, who are you?" Chen Jing said.

"He's my third uncle." Emperor Ziwei said: "I don't have a name, since I was born, my father didn't give me a name, nor did he let me live with them, but with my third uncle. ”

"So, you can survive." Chen Jing said suddenly.

"Yes, so I survived, no one knew about my existence, even the relationship between the third uncle and my father, no one knew, at most it was just speculation, so I was able to avoid it when Nanluo Sword turned into Tianhe, but unfortunately, the third uncle didn't die for protection."

"That sword has turned into the way of heaven, following the traction of the world and killing people invisibly. My father once predicted that there might be a catastrophe, so he cut off the blood relationship between me and him, and covered up the heavens, and handed me over to the third uncle to raise, but the third uncle rarely appeared, but he still had a few intersections with him, and still did not escape. Emperor Ziwei said.

"Anyone who has crossed paths with him or indirectly can't escape, right?" Chen Jing said.

"That sword is almost like the way of heaven." Emperor Ziwei said, and when he said this, he suddenly thought of the huge palm that Chen Jing manifested when he appeared just now.

"Why are you telling me this?" Chen Jing's voice is like the wind and clouds, without a little feeling.

Emperor Ziwei was silent for a while and said, "What do you think this world is?" ”

Chen Jing was silent for a while and said, "Nothingness and reality. After a pause, he added, "Change and eternity." ”

This is Chen Jing's perception of this heaven and earth, he often has the feeling of the illusory nature of heaven and earth, and often thinks about those people and things between heaven and earth thousands of years ago, only feeling that the people and things between heaven and earth are uncertain, but there is an eternal theme in it. For example, both cultivators and demons are only struggling to survive between heaven and earth, even if those are the most powerful beings between heaven and earth, every battle is a battle for survival, this is eternity.

"Daozu once said that yin and yang, understand the way of Tai Chi, have you realized anything?" Emperor Ziwei said.

He said it strangely and asked strangely, but Chen Jing didn't care, just said: "I haven't realized anything, it's just the deepest feeling in my heart." ”

"Do you know what this world is like in my heart?" Emperor Ziwei said. He didn't need Chen Jingxun to ask, so he continued: "In my heart, the soul of the demon clan is floating everywhere in the heaven and earth this day, and the void is full of the roar of the demon clan. ”

"This heaven and earth originally belonged to my demon clan." Emperor Ziwei looked up at the sky, his eyes full of infinite yearning.

"This heaven and earth have never belonged to anyone, neither in the past nor in the present." Chen Jing said.

"It used to belong to our demon clan." Emperor Ziwei's voice was full of remembrance.

Chen Jing didn't argue with him, in his heart, this world has always belonged to him alone, and in another sense, it has never changed. Heaven and earth never change, only the creatures between heaven and earth change.

"Therefore, it is my mission to rebuild the whole palace and redefine the order of heaven and earth." Emperor Ziwei said loudly, and the white clouds drifted above the nine heavens, but they were dispersed by his voice. In his heart, there is still a sentence that has not been said, that is, to restore the glory of the demon clan to dominate the heaven and earth, this is his lifelong dream, in the past, he never thought this was a dream, and after the demon clan withered, he surged up from the depths of his heart, the longer the time, the more intense.

"What does this have to do with me?" Chen Jing asked.

"The Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array comes from my father, from my demon clan ancestors. No one can occupy it, that is blasphemy. Emperor Ziwei said: "If Ye Qingxue wants to comprehend the Great Dao from the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, she must complete it first, and you will be her sharpest sword." ”

Chen Jing was silent. He knew that Emperor Ziwei said this to tell him that the relationship between his senior sister and him was irreconcilable, and he would only be able to survive. Not only these, there will definitely be a battle between Ye Qingxue and the other emperors, a battle to the death.

"I say so much to tell you that if you can leave Ye Qingxue's side, it will not be too late, otherwise, your road to the Great Dao will definitely come to an end." Emperor Ziwei said.

Chen Jing shook his head, and a gust of wind swept in, and his body drifted away like black smoke.

"How can this go? Today, you will fall here. Emperor Ziwei said coldly.

As his voice fluttered through the void, two lines of crimson light shot out of his eyes, piercing into the void like a sword. Obviously, he wants to kill Chen Jing, Chen Jing will come to defend Ye Qingxue against Emperor Ziwei, and no one can guess whether Ye Qingxue will come out of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall for Chen Jing again.

When the two red rays of light submerged into the void, the black smoke that was about to dissipate turned into a huge hand in an instant, the hand was a stone palm, each finger was several zhang long, the color was blue and black, and one eye in the palm of the palm stared at the Ziwei Emperor, and the eyes and palms had two completely different breaths. Both the fingers and the palms of the hands exude that cold and hard breath, and the eyes in the palms are like a puddle of water, revealing mystery, gazing at it, and the illusion is reborn.

The crimson brilliance in Emperor Ziwei's eyes submerged into the eyes of the giant palm, and the giant palm suddenly vibrated with ripples, pressed down, and grabbed Ziwei into his hand.

Emperor Ziwei appeared in the temple, and in front of him was Chen Jing sitting on the altar, his whole person looked like a stone statue, without a trace of vitality.

Emperor Ziwei he was motionless, but his heart was extremely surprised, in this temple of nothingness he felt suppressed, he had a hazy feeling of heaven and earth, when he slightly lifted his mind, he heard the sound of a flute in his ears, the sound of a sword, the sound of the sword and the sound of the flute were intertwined, it actually formed an illusion in his heart, he wanted to see clearly, but it was like a dream, elusive.

He looked at it with his eyes, and saw a table in front of the altar, and there was a lamp on the table, and the lamp was blue flame, which was the only light in the temple, and there was a book next to the lamp, which seemed to be damaged, and there was a sword hanging on the dry wall not far away, and the scabbard was as white as moonlight, which was the Guanghan sword.

Looking back, each of those two doors had a huge monster brand, like a totem.

The two rays of light shot out of the Immortal Gourd were condensed from the essence of the sun for thousands of years, and they could cut off all the void primordial gods and souls, not to mention the real body. However, when he used the Immortal Slashing Gourd before, Sun Gang Qi couldn't determine the target in the eyes of this big hand.

No matter how powerful the Immortal Killing Gourd is, he needs to determine the purpose, and when he can't be sure, he can't exert the ability to kill the Immortal God in a single thought. Although this temple surprised him, it did not make him feel intimidated, he was the person who had survived the era when the top group of great supernatural beings in heaven and earth were flying. He believed that as long as he could see his opponent and let him sense the existence of the opponent's primordial spirit or soul, he would be able to cut off the opponent's life with the Immortal Gourd.

"You know that I have an immortal gourd, and you dare to include me in your temple, should I say that you are bold, or should I say that you are arrogant." Emperor Ziwei looked at the stone statue coldly and said.

"Although there are very few legends in the world, I still know the power of the Immortal Gourd, but that is only once, you and I both know that the Immortal Gourd can only be used in the hands of your third uncle, Lu Zhudaojun, and you will never be able to do it, not to mention that this Immortal Gourd is a damaged Immortal Gourd. Now that you've made the decision that we can't coexist with each other, let's just stop it, and don't wait for the future, it's now. The voice seemed to come out of the space, and it looked like the temple was talking.

Emperor Ziwei's heart was beating, and he stretched out his hand, and there was already a jade gourd in his hand, and a cloud of rainbow light and red essence appeared in his palm, and the jade gourd was wrapped in it. However, at this moment, there was a earth-shaking change in the temple.

A sword groan appeared in the ears of Emperor Ziwei, the sword chant was cold, incomparably clear, like a meteor in the dark, the coldness of this sword chant was only for a moment, and it did not disappear, but stretched, and drifted away like a dream. A butterfly appeared in the eyes of Emperor Ziwei, and the butterfly transformed, turning into a demon god he knew.

The flute sounded, a ghostly woman holding the flute gently blowing in the distance, the wind sent the flute sound into the heart of the Ziwei Emperor, he felt the sadness from the flute, felt unwilling, heard the roar, the voice turned into a big demon in his heart.

The temple is no longer a temple, but a heaven and earth. The sound of the flute flew between heaven and earth, slowly blending into the space, and eventually, the sword chant disappeared, and the flute sound disappeared. And the red light flashed in Emperor Ziwei's eyes, but he couldn't see through this layer of illusory space for a while, he couldn't find the location of Chen Jing's divine soul consciousness, as if he had been scattered in this temple, everywhere.

But he didn't hear a cold and ethereal note from the temple: "Phantom Kill." ”