Yang Tiansheng's heart suddenly became a little silent.

In a sense.

His life was too bitter, he had been running around all his life, he was more tired alive than dead, and he wanted to enjoy his old age in the last time.

But he entered the world, and the woman he liked didn't like himself.

He sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but look at this race called "Demon Beast".

This look set off some waves in my heart.

"This race belongs to the extreme."

"Human-in-beast and beast-inhuman, the two forms are very special, and they should be a new branch of martial arts system cultivation."

"However, although this clan is powerful, it has a tyrannical temperament and bestiality, which may become a hidden danger."

He was pleasantly surprised for a few seconds, and saw that Hunter was happy:

"This demon beast is the starting point, and there are many possibilities for martial arts in the martial arts world, who are you? Why did you help us like this?? Our martial arts world used to have a relationship with you? ”

"It's just a choice, it's up to you how you choose." The voice was gone.

"Choice?"

He suddenly laughed, "My path is still here after all, it seems that I am tired after all." ”

Since I want to spend the rest of my life in an ordinary way, I can't ask for it.

Instead of immersing yourself in the emotions of falling out of love, thinking about the girl's shadow every day, and thinking about her in your heart, it is better to continue to push the times to numb yourself.

"That's it, that's it, maybe it's my fate in this life!"

He raised his head and sighed, with a determination in his heart, "Love, ordinary, is destined to have no relationship with me, and this life is tied to the word martial arts." ”

On this day, Yang Tiansheng, who wanted to retire, returned to Wushen Mountain.

In his later years, he began to exert his last residual heat.

Although he was tired and drowsy every day, he had a lot of experience.

This old man led the sects of various families and holy lands to study new martial arts secrets.

"This is a test, I will assist you, and test whether you can carry the future."

At this point, the "Demon Beast Ancestor Sutra" gradually opened up with the perfection of a famous genius of the Martial God Palace, and this vein of beast transformation and demonization began to be born.

The year 2931 of the martial arts calendar.

The Heavenly Emperor spread the method of demon cultivation and benefited the common people.

Mankind has also begun to emerge a variety of new martial arts era systems.

The martial arts of complete beast transformation belongs to a kind of magic skill, and even the entire population is not human, and the child bred is actually a little demon beast!

This method is powerful and irreversible.

A true martial arts powerhouse, disdainful of cultivation.

And what is more popular is that some of these martial arts, all kinds of flying wings, have become popular, which is convenient for many strong people to travel.

It's just gorgeous.

All kinds of local tyrant golden wings, at first glance, seem to have come to the earthy world of legendary page tours.

Even a few gorgeous warrior styles, the holy sons of certain sects, flying in the sky, wearing a pair of golden Chelsea, golden wings, and long purple hair with a shawl.

"It seems that the aesthetics of this world still need to be improved."

Li Qing looked at this scene and couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Of course, there is no idea of forcibly distorting aesthetics.

He is just a small fallout, affecting the general trend of this era, and it is impossible to interfere in such a trivial matter in all aspects.

What's more, aesthetics are changing with the times.

This kind of exaggerated and gorgeous clothing style will sooner or later be gradually eliminated with the development of the times.

And this natural emperor made Li Qing a little surprised after all.

Under his own small influence, he continued to promote the process of the times, laid the cornerstone in this era, completed his own prototype conjectures, and became a martial arts emperor with great influence.

"Counting the entire history of creation, it is rare to have such an emperor, who is so diligent, does not make trouble, and conscientiously promotes the era of civilization."

In the sense of the times, it is more time-driven than the Son of Heaven who has been reading books and studying cheats.

The Son of Heaven walked on a piece of land.

This is an extremely small civilization, he passed through a narrow world tunnel, came here, and saw the stone tablet in front of the passage, on which were written the names of heroes of each era.

"Is this the original wizarding world?"

"Which one, the original hometown?"

The Son of Heaven raised his head and walked in Ning Guochang's widow, the original three-bedroom and one-living room.

After he recovered from his injuries these days, he was not in a hurry to find the other party to fight a decisive battle, but absorbed the experience of that battle and began to improve his "Tianxin Jue".

Every battle worthy of attention is sacred to him, and he has to reach the peak of his skill and then find the other party.

Bear down.

That's respect for one's own martial arts, and it's also respect for the enemy.

You must know that in his life, he has just such a hobby.

One is an enemy of equal strength.

The second is to collect novel and interesting martial arts cheats.

And he took advantage of this period of time to improve and familiarize himself with "Heavenly Heart Decision" and came to this so-called original wizarding world.

He saw an original World Tree.

There is also a huge world of abyssal water.

The World Tree is an entity, and it is impossible for souls to travel through Ascension, and Minis's World Tree was rebuilt there.

This is the original World Tree.

"Ah, when will we be able to step into the Legend and ascend to the Upper Realm?"

"It's so hard."

On the streets, people are walking.

It is still very prosperous and has its own dynasty.

This wizarding world has not been abandoned, there are still living beings thriving here, but civilization has almost stopped.

When they reach a certain level, they will soar to the Great World.

Stomp.

The Son of Heaven frowned.

He passed through the guards of the elves, came to the original World Tree, entered the sealed secret passage left by Minis, and easily saw a fossilized figure of a tree, sitting quietly on the throne.

"Atabia?"

He whispered:

"How brilliant that era was, it was really desirable, even the black hand who is now grazing our civilization, the elven god king Minis, has become inconspicuous under the figure of those two thousands of lights."

It's a pity that no one in this era has been able to awaken this being.

Perhaps, only the true gods who have completed the path of demigods have the power to awaken each other.

"It's a pity"

The Son of Heaven looked at this statue quietly, "It's a pity that you and I are not in the same era. ”

"A mythical hero who once swung a sword at an ancient god. And the ancient gods, what kind of great existence? He whispered.

"Five days, another five hundred years, it's time to go back."

The voice fell, and the whole figure suddenly melted, and the Son of Heaven had returned.

The year 2991 of the martial arts calendar.

A piece of news resounded all over the world:

The Heavenly Emperor is seriously ill and is about to die.

When people heard the news, many sects exploded, and when they thought about his life, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

He rose in the darkest era of the entire martial arts era, hibernate all the way, and finally came out of nowhere, killed eight dark decays, and pacified the troubled times!

It is even more that he has opened up the world's martial arts mastery, most of the demigod life maps, a full 67 life maps are public, and there are various cheats and classics, so that the common people can completely see the future of the demigod realm, revealing their true faces.

It was still him who proposed the House of Fusion of the Great World, for the sake of the world, to integrate the Eight Desolate Continents and turn them into four domains.

Even before he died, he used the last embers of life to ignite the last fireworks, and then dragged the development of the demon martial arts system to open up a new martial arts future for future generations.

Do your best, and then die.

His life's work is unprecedented, opening up a great era.

Born Emperor, as his name suggests, this life belongs to the name of the Emperor, a born pure emperor.

Of course, this sick hemoptysis being is about to pass away, and people also think of the previous Son of Heaven, who was also so sick.

On the Martial Dao Continent, what truth is hidden?

Is there really a high-dimensional civilization grazing their continent?

All this is alarming.

And just when Yang Tiansheng was about to die, even the famous martial arts doctor immortal said that he had lived less than half a year, but he still did not die.

Stubbornly held on, creating a miracle.

The old man on the hospital bed seemed to have a strong spirit supporting him, as if he was waiting for someone.

3000 years of martial arts calendar.

The old man was lying sickly on the bed, his skin loose and his eyes cloudy.

The martial arts emperor who once shook an era and was full of imperial majesty, was eloquent and ambitious, overthrowing the dark and rotten tall young man, but he could not withstand the erosion of injuries and years.

"Ahem, ahem!" The old man suddenly coughed violently.

Ahem!

Suddenly, another coughing sound also sounded in the Martial God Palace.

The old man suddenly fell silent, and the familiar coughing sound, time seemed to have returned to the foot of the mountain more than nine hundred years ago, and the handsome and powerful young man in white looked at his only remaining head.

"Son of Heaven."

The old man's eyes on the hospital bed were moist, and he forcibly dragged his death and waited for nine years, just to wait for the next thousand years of the Son of Heaven's order, three thousand years.

He wanted to wait for an answer.

He hoped that the Son of Heaven had not died, and that there was still a future for martial arts civilization.

And now, he has finally waited for the answer he wants, and the request of the Son of Heaven has come as promised.

The old man's eyes were cloudy and snow-white, and he couldn't see anything, and his vision seemed to be hazy with a fog.

"I know you're back," the old man whispered, "I'm sure you're coming back and you're not dead. The corpse wasn't really dead."

"So, you've forced yourself to hold on until now?"

The Son of Heaven suddenly coughed violently, covering his lips with a handkerchief, and blood still spurted out.

"yes, I want to get an answer, it doesn't matter if you're alive and I'm dead, if even you are dead. We don't have a future. ”

The old man's lips were only moving, and Mu Ne looked at the ceiling blankly: "This time the Son of Heaven order, I am ready. Although there is still a lot that has not been worked out. ”

But in reality, most of them are impossible to study in the first place.

But the Son of Heaven did not say this.

What else could he say?

Everything is a beautiful misunderstanding?

Or something else?

He didn't want to say anything, to break the will of the other party, that would be more cruel than killing.

I remember the first time we met, this young man was rebelling against the eight dark decays of Martial God Mountain, and only one head remained, just at the foot of the mountain.

And then go out beyond the void.

After just five days of fighting with those high-dimensional civilization guys, five hundred years had passed by the time he returned.

The weak man back then also climbed to the top again, completely defeated the other party, and became the greatest martial arts emperor in the new era.

He's now.

It's just five days of going out.

Take a trip to the wizard's world.

When he returned, another 500 years had passed, and the high-spirited heroes of the era had become old men, and they were about to usher in the end of their own era.

Two and five days were just a moment in his eyes.

Of those, only three of them met.

It has already penetrated the other party's youth, peak, twilight.

It was rare for the Son of Heaven to sit next to him and communicate with this old man, and they talked a lot of things.

Yang Tiansheng said a lot of experience and knowledge, whether it was useful or not, and told the mysterious voice from outside the world what he was providing for himself.

"It's him."

The Son of Heaven was not surprised, but just said.

After a pause, he said:

"That senior, I shouldn't like that I didn't take responsibility, I treated this martial arts era indifferently, and treated you indifferently. He couldn't get used to it, so he helped him out. ”

"Maybe I was wrong, and when I actually see him, I'll apologize." The Son of Heaven also seemed to feel a little guilty.

The old man on the hospital bed trembled and opened his lips.

He had too many doubts in his heart, even the Son of Heaven reacted like this, what kind of existence was it.

It's a pity that he doesn't have time to ask anything.

saw the last face of the Son of Heaven and got the news that he was still alive, he had completely fulfilled his wish, without the slightest fear of death, and some were just free and easy.

In his eyes, this coughing and sick figure is extremely reliable in his eyes.

Although it is a filter.

"In the long era, in the long years, who can transcend?" The familiar young man smiled affectionately, his hand gently stroking the old man's face.

Feeling the temperature on his face, this old man, who had devoted his life to the promotion of the times, couldn't hold back any longer, and cried in this silent Martial God Palace.

"Please be sure to win. I've broken free from my cage, it's up to my seniors. I wish you prosperity in your martial arts. ”

The Son of Heaven did not answer, and was silent for a long time.

He still remembered the familiar scene of the last battle, the boy with only his head left, and a similar voice.

It's just that the teenager has become an old man.

"I hear your plea, and no cage can trap me."

He suddenly became serious, turned around and walked outside, picking up the thousand-year-old Son of Heaven Order, and he didn't have the slightest nostalgia for this blood-stained Martial God Mountain.

In the 3000 years of the martial arts calendar, the Emperor of Heaven passed away, and the whole world mourned silently, and every household hung white silk.

Today there is wood