Chapter 1525: Three Paths of the Emperor's Road, Three Questions of the Destiny Road

"When necessary, use the fire spirits. Tang Yan quietly reminded Huo Ling'er that he felt an invisible crisis, and it was impossible for him to continue to shake his seriously injured body now, so he could only use the last secret method.

Huo Ling'er was strange and dazed, it could feel Tang Yan's vigilance, but it didn't catch the killing intent and danger from the space, and it didn't know what Tang Yan was worried about.

"Kid, you're back. "In the depths of the thick fog, there was a sound floating slowly, abrupt but peaceful, with a majestic majesty, but it could make people feel calm and harmless.

Tang Yan's eyes shrank slightly, scanning the surroundings, looking for the source of the sound.

At this time, the fog fades slightly, and the vision is slightly clearer.

Just more than ten meters in front of Tang Yan, a hazy and blurred figure loomed, staring at Tang Yan through the thin mist.

"Who's there?" Tang Yan was on guard, Sen Luo's eyes were quietly excited, but the strange thing was that he couldn't see through anything, there was obviously a figure, but it seemed to be unreal.

The figure stared at him quietly, as if probing, as if thinking, after a long calm, the voice came out again, but it was an inexplicable word: "I shouldn't have come, and you shouldn't have come." โ€

"Who the hell are you?" Tang Yan was confused, come here, where is this swamp, or is it left behind?

"You just have to remember that the fate of the emperor's road is endlessly bumpy, nine deaths can be reborn, and Nirvana hopes for sublimation. โ€

"Countless martyrs have preached the Tao with their lives, and they have resisted the sky with their lives, but the emperor's journey is long, how many people can reach it?"

"Pure body, refining gods, and condensing souls are all indispensable. โ€

The voice was ethereal and loud, like the sound of the avenue, like the sound of Hongmeng, echoing in the thick sea of fog, roaring in Tang Yan's ears, making Tang Yan change color and frown.

"The emperor's path is by no means a dusty martial arts. โ€

"Pray for Wuzun, you can refine your body, pray for Wuzun, and you can have an epiphany. โ€

"Pray for a great stride on the holy path, and make a gift to the heavens and pray to all beings. โ€

The phantom came step by step and walked towards Tang Yan, but Tang Yan's vision was still hazy and vague, and it was like a majestic mountain proudly moving forward, bringing Tang Yan unspeakable oppression, and even more inexhaustible understanding.

Although Tang Yan was deliberately vigilant and did not listen very carefully, when the sound entered his ears, it was like an initiation, and every word was like a fresh life, which penetrated into his consciousness and integrated into the sea of qi.

Involuntarily, listening intently, even the vigilance and nervousness are invisibly dissolved.

"To pray for the emperor, you need to wash away the lead, destroy the body of the miรจ mortal, and kill the seven emotions and six desires. Inherit the unbearable weight of fate, and understand the unreasonable state of human nature. The reincarnation of nine deaths, when Nirvana is enlightened. โ€

"The Emperor of Fate, the Holy Emperor of Overlordship, and the Ancient Emperor of Enlightenment are the three paths of the Emperor. Three glimpses of the way of heaven, three numerology. Three steps to the end, the catastrophe comes, is death, is life, death, the end of the dust, the soul returns to the loess, life, and the sky Qiwei, and the earth live together. โ€

"Pray for the emperor's way, take away the luck of all beings, accept the essence of heaven and earth, look at the rise and fall of the ancients, step on the sky, and stand against the sky. Are you ready?"

The figure stood five steps away, still vague and hazy, but could feel its majestic and heroic posture, the grandeur of the Ninety-Five, as if the emperor overlooking his subjects, proud of the mountains and rivers.

Tang Yan's breath was heavy, his chest was stuffy, and he had an indescribable urge to kneel. For the first time in my life, I had such a mysterious and terrifying feeling, and it was the first time that I had the touch of insignificance and admiration.

The sentence 'ready' made Tang Yan's eardrums roar, and his body vibrated brightly.

"You ......"

"You, are you ready?" The figure spoke again, like thunder in the nine heavens, and the power was blazing, making Tang Yan breathless.

In the fog, in the haze, the eyes of the figure suddenly brightened like light, staring at Tang Yan.

"I ......"

"You, ready?" the third voice came out, the voice was louder and more powerful.

Tang Yan was very confused, but hesitated again and again, and nodded slowly: "In the near future, the position of the emperors will be lost, and I will eventually have the name of Tang Yan." โ€

Poof! The figure suddenly collapsed, turning into a loose white mist that dissolved into the thick fog.

Tang Yan frowned, looking at the fog around him distractedly.

The three rhetorical questions of 'ready' gave him a sense of foreboding.

If you want to deliberately introduce the emperor's way, there is more meaning in the words, and the words are soaked in cruelty and tempering, as if they are on demand, and they seem to be reminding.

"Who the hell are you?" Tang Yan looked up at the mist, inexplicably vigilant.

"The long river of fate is endless, and when you step into the abandonment, you are stepping into the path of fate. โ€

The magnificent voice sounded again, but this time it was ethereal and mysterious, as if it was echoing in the heavens and the earth, and it seemed to focus on Tang Yan's ears.

"Now that you are ready, please accept the test of the heavens, and accept the cruelest tempering of the emperor's path. โ€

"Is it life, is it death?"

"Is it the soul that returns to the earth after the nine deaths, and the supreme heavenly path after nirvana?"

"I, in the distant future, watch your struggles and listen to your wails. โ€

"Remember every word today, engraved in your heart, and practiced in action. โ€

Intermittently, fluttering, until there was no sound.

With the dissolution of the sound, the fog between heaven and earth gradually thinned, and the lush ancient trees and the vast green sea were all clear in the line of sight.

Tang Yan was now standing between a few ordinary ancient trees, with a dim red canopy above his head, a brown and yellow mire under his feet, and Zhao Zimo, Du Yang and others scattered not far away, scattered and scattered, all maintaining a vigilant posture, looking at the dissipated fog in dissipation.

Whoosh!

Nian Wuxin, Nian Wuxin, and the 'missing' Nian Wuyi and Nian Wude and others all rose into the air and looked around the audience.

"Is anyone there, is anyone hurt?" said King Mayama soared into the air, his brow furrowed. He found that there was no longer the previous vigilance between the mountains and fields, and it had disappeared cleanly.

Everyone looked around each other to look for it, and everyone who should be there was there, including several ministers and judges.

"How many days have we been in?"

"Why are you all here?"

"When we got into the fog, we lost our way, we kept going in circles, we couldn't get out, it was like we were stuck in a maze. โ€

The three judges were a little annoyed, and even more ashamed. A small exploration mission actually trapped all three of them inside.

"Who is playing with us?" Nian Wuyi was irritable, but he had been absorbing all the spiritual power he had waved in the mist many times before, like a mud cow entering the sea, and he couldn't be shocked by half a wave, which was really weird and terrifying.

"Have you encountered anything special?" Xuanyuan Dragon Carp felt strange, looking at all kinds of scenes, it was obvious that someone had set up a fog, but it didn't hurt anyone, nor did it leave clues, it was obviously abnormal.

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

King Ma Yan looked at Tang Yan, Tang Yan hesitated slightly, and also shook his head.

Tang Yan's heart was actually full of doubts, the figure didn't talk to others, only to himself?

Odd!!

He used to be active in the Beast Mountain, and then left mysteriously?

He had given Nian Er a body and then appeared here?

Could it be that he was looking for himself, and after failing to achieve results, he used this method to lure himself in?

Do you not hesitate to alarm the saints of Beast Mountain, and meet just to say a word to yourself?

Who the hell is he?

Why do you want to guide yourself, or are you wary of something?

King Ma Yan's eyes had never left Tang Yan, and he noticed the dazedness and complexity in his expression at the moment, hesitated slightly, and finally did not forcibly ask.

The young master is not a child, he knows the importance of things when he encounters them, since he doesn't mention it, he should have his own ideas, and he will rely on him for the time being.

"Be ruthless, pay more attention to the lesser master, and master the measure. King Ma Yan whispered without a trace as he walked by.

"Understood. "Nian is ruthless, and naturally can feel the weirdness of the whole thing.

The crowd exchanged views with each other and decided to return along the way.

Tang Yan fell a little at the end, looking back at the Huangnigou swamp again, looking back at the already calm sky. At this moment, a few special voices couldn't help but sound in my ears again.

"Pray for the Emperor...... Bear the unbearable weight of fate, and realize the unreasonable state of human nature...... The reincarnation of nine deaths, nirvana enlightenment. โ€

What is the unbearable weight of fate?

What is the incomprehensible state of human nature?

"I, in the distant future, watch your struggles and listen to your wails. โ€

Is this a declaration of war? or a reminder?

Is this an encouragement? or a curse?

"Pray for the emperor...... Take away the luck of all beings, absorb the essence of heaven and earth, and peek at the rise and fall of the ancients...... Walk against the sky, stand against the sky. โ€

What is the luck of all sentient beings, and what is the essence of heaven and earth?

What does it mean to walk against the sky?

"You, ready?"

Me, are you ready?

I...... You ready......

PS: Two more are offered, and there are updates, continue to walk, expected to be around six o'clock in the evening.

The flower list is in a hurry, it's going to be exploded, brothers, stand up?!