Ancient Fish City, located in the southernmost part of the Four Seas Chaoge, is located on the edge of the Southern Barbarian Forest.

Relying on the burning mountain of the secluded forest, the city has an ancient inheritance accumulated over nearly 10,000 years, and the incense has been passed down from generation to generation. However, in the vast expanse of wasteland, there are many small cities with ancient heritage, such as the ancient fish city, such as the stars on the night side, and there are countless of them.

On the top of the Burning Mountain where the Ancient Fish City depends, there is a cemetery with a long history, like a torn breach in this handsome mountain forest, which will never heal!

Here, it is the ancestral land of the herdsmen, and the burials are all the ancestors who once had a glorious life.

Winter.

The cold wind blows the bones, the cold air on the burning mountain is extremely heavy, and the quaint bluestone ground is covered with a thick layer of frost.

It seems that it has been a while since Old Yutou stood in front of a newly buried grave in the cemetery.

He is the grave keeper of the ancestral land of the herdsmen, and is responsible for guarding the bones of the ancestors of the herdsmen.

At this time, Lao Yu had wrinkled his head and small eyes the size of mung beans, held half a roast chicken in his left hand, and held a pot of old wine in his right hand, leaning on the newly turned loess tombstone, whispering in front of the newly buried tomb.

His face was dark, and his eyebrows were full of sorrow, as if there was a cloud of sorrow in his eyes.

"Third young master, why are you walking in front of my old man? A good person, he is also kind, he always climbs this ancestral land to chat with my old man, and he never dislikes the old man and his humble body, but he said that he was gone. ”

"Why did you say you died all of a sudden?"

As he spoke, the sorrow on Lao Yu's face became even stronger, and he smashed his butt on the loess. Raising his head, he took a sip of old wine with his neck in his neck, and the orange liquid flowed down the old man's swarthy neck, with a touch of desolation.

He tore it in his hand, tore off the chicken leg and was about to take a bite, but he hesitated, and couldn't bear to put the only chicken leg of the half roast chicken in front of the grave next to him.

"It's good to be dead, it's good to be dead. The province suffers from the ridicule of those villains in the tribe!"

"Bearing the blood of a herdsman, born in a wealthy family, but being a mortal in the flesh, unable to climb the way of heaven, this is a sin. ”

"It's just a pity that the third master, but he still wants to fight for that glimmer of life for you, fight for the essence of the ancestral land, and break through the sword mountain and sea of fire"

Lao Yutou said the last sentence and took a sip of old wine. It's just that there are only a few words that he repeats in his mouth, and he can't say too much truth, so it is inevitable that there will be some nagging.

In the depths of winter, the cold in Guyucheng is extremely heavy, not to mention the burning mountain.

The cold wind and waves swept like sharp blades, as if they were about to tear the void to pieces.

But Lao Yutou sat for two hours, there was not much old wine left in the pot, half a fat chicken had become a pile of chicken bones, and Lao Yutou himself drank a drunken haze.

At this moment, a thunderclap suddenly exploded in the boundless night sky, directly tearing the sky apart. The flawless white light is like a rising mist, rippling in the night sky in waves, pulling the dark and deep night into a mess.

Bang la blah

With this fierce thunder, the brand-new tombstone beside Lao Yutou unexpectedly changed!

I saw that the erected tombstone slowly cracked, and the new grave behind him first stirred, and then pieces of dirt shook down.

The newly filled new grave was inexplicably cracked!

And, looking at it, it seems to start from the inside!

Old Yu's head was drunk and his eyes were hazy, and when he heard the movement of the tombstone beside him, he couldn't help but glance behind him.

This is a terrible sight!

He saw a pale palm sticking out of the dirt.

Old Yu was stunned for a moment, then wiped his eyes.

"Hell!!"

Lao Yutou woke up drunk, and couldn't help but let out a frightened scream, and the wine jug and half of the chicken bone in his hand were thrown into the corners, and he fled from this place in a hurry.

...

The pastor sat up in the grave.

He first looked around in confusion, as if a pair of pupils had lost focus, and after a long time, his gaze finally fell on his pale palm.

"Finally... Lived another life. ”

A slight murmur came out of his mouth, indescribably desolate.

The herd sighed, supported the edge of the grave with both hands, held on hard, stood up, and staggered out of the grave.

He lifted up his eyes and looked around at the darkness around him.

Then, his gaze gradually sharpened, as if he could pierce the heavy darkness around him, as sharp as a knife. His eyes flickered, and his eyes suddenly lit up with a fine light, clear and firm, like the eternal stars in the endless night.

"In this life, I don't know who carries the mandate of heaven, whether my pastoral realm once again has the emperor's mandate and has the opportunity to fight for heaven. ”

"Black Dragon King, Guo Tianzun, Lian Ni Shang, even if you join forces to take advantage of the danger of my ninth life, your qi and blood are decaying, and you fall into the realm of suspended death to steal my Emperor Yun?"

"I really didn't die in the pastoral realm, and I lived out the tenth life again!" "I said that as long as my pastoral realm does not die, one day, I will carry the Mandate of Heaven and achieve the dignity of eternity. ”

Mu Jie's voice became more and more excited, and with a swing of his hand, his pupils suddenly burst out with brilliant divine might.

In a trance, the stars in the sky seemed to be slightly stagnant, and the white dimmed a lot!

Even if the Mandate of Heaven is not recognized, what if the Black Dragon King and the three Heavenly Mandate Supremes set up an earth-shattering killing situation, and they do not hesitate to use the rupture of the Three Heavenly Mandates as the basis to destroy the Five Realms and rain down a curse all over the sky?

How can I help my pastoral world?

After all, I still survived the ninth life, and ushered in another new life.

I finally returned against the sky and witnessed this great world again!

I am the Pastoral Realm, the Ninth Crown Prince.

Adhering to the heritage, carrying the foundation of the Mandate of Heaven of the Tenth Generation, living through the Ninth Generation, and being the Crown Prince of the World.

The so-called crown prince.

Adhering to the emperor's order, the opportunities are endless.

That is the closest to carrying the Mandate of Heaven and controlling the Heavenly Dao.

The ethereal Heavenly Dao was almost palpable in the eyes of the imperial prince, and he only needed to take one step forward to ascend to the throne of God, commanding three thousand, and doing everything.

It's a pity that creation makes people.

The ninth generation of the pastoral world is the crown prince, but the world regrets it, and he is always defeated.

Although it is only an inch away from the Heavenly Dao Emperor's destiny, but it is just a matter of creating people, and this inch is like a heavenly moat, becoming the biggest obstacle to the pastoral world to control the destiny of heaven.

In his first life, he went through hardships and dangers, escaped the suppression of the Supreme Great Sect, and grew into a towering giant. But at the last moment, when fighting for the Mandate of Heaven, he was unfortunately defeated in the hands of the Demon Emperor. Heaven is unpredictable, he has lived for 100,000 years, and after all, he is invincible to the power of time and is unwilling to fall.

In the second life, the yin and yang are wrong, the avenue is withered, and everything is inferior. The pastoral world reversed the tide and shook the three thousand worlds, gathering the world's luck into itself, but the Heavenly Dao chose a newborn child. In this life, the pastoral world has lived for 90,000 years.

In the third life, the pastoral chess was one move short and lost to the benevolence and righteousness of the Emperor Yaoguang Heavenly Emperor, enjoying 80,000 years of life.

In the fourth life, the pastoral world was defeated at the hands of the Black Dragon King.

The fifth

Sixth

VII

Until the ninth generation, the pastoral world lost to Lian Nishang again.

The ninth crown prince of the pastoral world, adhering to the emperor's Yun.

From the second life to the eighth generation, the pastoral world has a heritage and foundation that others cannot reach, but even if the time and place are on his side, the way of heaven is still like a flower in the fog, it seems that it can be touched by waving his hand, but it is far away.

"Heavenly Dao is disgusted, don't you want me to carry the mandate of heaven and take charge of the emperor's way?"

"Heavenly Dao Emperor's order, when will I be able to let the pastoral realm take charge?"

"The Emperor of Heaven can reach out in the eyes of the crown prince, but to me it is like a chasm, and my longevity is less in every life, could it be that the ninth generation of my pastoral world is the crown prince, but I really can't carry the way of heaven?"

There is no joy or sorrow in the eyes of the pastoral world, let alone waves.

Fighting for the heavens, for the crown prince, the heart of the pastoral world has long been as solid as a rock, even in the face of death, he has never given up. Even if it is really disgusted by the Heavenly Dao, he will also have to fight for it in the pastoral world.

Suddenly, a slight pain appeared on Mu Jie's body, and he clearly felt that every inch of skin and every bone around his body was in pain, as if all the limbs and bones were in this pain.

Mu Jie snorted, coughing up a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Could it be that this living tenth life has mutated because of the curse of the Black Dragon King and other Heavenly Emperors?"

"As the ninth crown prince of my pastoral realm, even if I live out the tenth life, I will cultivate to be completely alone. But the emperor's life is added, and all evils are not invaded, even if he returns, he shouldn't be so embarrassed at all. ”

The pastoral world pondered, but there was no panic in his eyes.

He sank into his mind quietly, silently feeling the unconcealable pain in his body, looking for what went wrong.

The more I looked, the more solemn the pastoral look became.

Bone is mortal bone, fetus is mortal fetus, and life is mortal life!

Until he completely concluded that the fetus at this moment was mortal, his face was as gloomy as water, and the mortal life made the pastoral world change color.

It's not the emperor's order.

"How is this possible. ”

The pastoral world's expression suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but let out a low roar!

Even in the face of the murderous situation laid down by the three Heavenly Emperors, his face suddenly became grim.

Without the emperor's mandate, it means that it cannot carry the way of heaven, how can this make the pastoral world not angry?

Could it be that he didn't live out of his tenth life?

But you've been reborn?

The pastoral world was in deep doubt.

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