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Xuanyuan's last wish has been fulfilled, the obsession is gone, and finally rests.

......

"That old ghost of the Xuanyuan clan has finally rested in peace...... Doesn't that mean I'm free?"

The candle dragon who was locked on the dragon lock pillar shook his head slightly, and then glanced at the bone gate again, and a complicated smile appeared on his face: "Actually, it's very good here, guarding the clansmen, so I won't feel lonely." ”

Whoa!

The next moment, the iron chain on the dragon pillar dissipated, turning into debris and falling to the ground, and the phantom of a silver nine-tailed fox flashed away.

"Hmph, if you beg me to go now, I won't go. ”

The candle dragon moved its body slightly, then shrunk rapidly, coiling its body around the bone gate.

But the next moment, a second candle dragon appeared.

This is the visualization of the candle dragon.

"Lu Yun's little guy's idea of the Yuan Shen Concept is really magical. Based on visualizing the heavens and all things in the fairy world, as long as the primordial gods are strong enough, as long as they are within this fairy world, they can go anywhere. ”

"But that little guy's mind is probably comparable to Xuanyuan. The body of heaven and earth of a pinnacle emperor, he said that if he gave up, he would give up, and there was no such decisiveness as nostalgia......"

The candle dragon sighed.

At that time, the Xuanyuan clan was also killed voluntarily, and completely blessed his power on the Five Elements Altar, so that the Five Elements Altar had enough power to give birth to the organs of heaven and earth.

The Xuanyuan Holy Emperor is the co-master of the human race, surpassing the Great Emperor, standing on the top of heaven and earth, if he doesn't want to die, who can kill him.

Xuanyuan's death was just to fulfill future generations and leave a glimmer of hope for future generations.

"Hey, hey, little girl of the Tu Shan clan, I'm afraid you've forgotten who you are now?"

The candle dragon muttered, dispersing his imaginary body, and then fell asleep on the bones of his own people.

......

Qingyu and Zi Ming were not hindered in any way, and they easily got the mother altar.

"They are the Xuanyuan slaves who were sacrificed to the altar of the mother!"

Suddenly, Qingyu was on the altar of the mother, and saw a dense crowd of figures, although Qingyu had not seen them, but he could still recognize that they were Xuanyuan slaves here.

There was no resentment or resentment on the faces of these Xuanyuan slaves, not even a little resentment.

It seems that they have known for a long time that this is their fate, and the only value they have left in this Xuanyuan tomb is.

Sacrifice to the mother altar and break through the Nine Heavens Great Array.

"Lu Yun can resurrect them. ”

Qing Yu muttered.

"But what is the point of them surviving?"

Two purple lights flashed in Zi Ming's eyes, she looked at these Xuanyuan slaves, and said faintly: "They have long known their fate, and the only purpose of their life here is to wait for the day when someone says that they will sacrifice to the mother altar." ”

"Guarding the Xuanyuan Tomb? In fact, the Xuanyuan Tomb is guarding them. ”

Zi Ming saw the slender corpse under the mother altar and sighed softly.

When Zi Ming was still Emperor Ziwei, he had been here and had a period of cause and effect with people.

Now, the person who made Zi Ming linger in his heart has fallen, and Emperor Ziwei has also become the Purple Hades Holy King and Fu Ying, which originated from ancient grievances and was written off.

"Shortly after her death, she volunteered to sacrifice to the altar of her mother...... Is this what is called fate?"

Qing Yu's hand moved slightly, and an inconspicuous tomb quietly bulged, burying the bones.

Qingyu didn't know who she was or who she was, so she could only bury her in an inconspicuous grave...... Qingyu didn't see resentment in her, for her, a grave for her to sleep in peace was enough.

......

In the midst of an unknown void, one section of the trunk of the zombie tree merges with another section of the tree that has been planted here for a long time.

Lu Yun ...... When your Great Emperor body is destroyed, it will be your time of death!"

The zombie tree turned into Qing Hongchen, he stood in the void, looking in the direction of Xuanzhou, and a hideous look flashed on his face: "One day, I will definitely take root in Xuanzhou, and turn the entire Xuanzhou and the entire fairy world into a zombie land!"

At this moment, the vitality of the zombie tree was greatly damaged, and the corpse fire and rest soil he got were all deprived by Lu Yun, and even the body was severely damaged and almost destroyed.

The power of the Great Emperor is too strong, unless the zombie tree obtains the Traceless and Xuanhe and achieves the integration of the five elements, it will not be able to compete with the body of heaven and earth of the stars at all.

The zombie tree was able to escape some of its branches, and that was because Lu Yun knew that even if it was completely destroyed in the Xuanyuan Tomb, it would be meaningless, leaving him with a small section of branches, but it would still have some use.

"Take root in Xuanzhou and turn the fairy world into a zombie land?"

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded: "Why don't you give me your body, you and I join forces, take root in the fairy world, and turn the fairy world into a demon land?"

The next moment, a little aura sank into the zombie tree's body.

Boom –

Qing Hongchen directly turned into a zombie tree and took root in the void.

He roared and struggled wildly, but there was nothing he could do.

The face of Qing Hongchen on the trunk of the zombie tree gradually changed, turning into the face of a demon god.

"Hey—I, the true spirit of the Great Emperor, have finally found a suitable body. But now that the immortal path has not been passed, whoever dares to become the emperor will have to die. ”

"Hehehehehe, it's coming, it's coming. As long as the Immortal Dao is cleared and the Immortal Dao is completely perfected, the Great Emperor will return to the world, and I will become the first Great Emperor in the Heavens and Universes, the Great Emperor of the Great World, the Great Demon God!"

The demon god divided into an incarnation, cultivated the immortal path, became an immortal from the virtual realm, and then returned to the deity of the blood quagmire, so that his great emperor's true spirit also fell under the immortal path.

Now, the Demon God took advantage of the zombie tree's vitality to take away the zombie tree and began to nourish the zombie tree with a blood quagmire, so that the zombie tree could turn into a magic tree.

Just wait for the immortal path to be through, and he can become an emperor.

......

"It's too late, that zombie tree has been taken away!"

Yin Jiuying and the generals came to this void, and their faces became a little ugly as they looked at the aura that remained here.

"It's the Demon God......

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The tenth day of the first month of March in the first year of Xuanhuang.

It seems that because the calendar has been recognized by the immortals, the entire immortal world, the nine heavens, ten lands, and four immortal seas all have a kind of artistic conception of spring flowers blooming on this day.

Originally, there were no four seasons in the fairy world.

But now, Lu Yun has established the four seasons in the calendar, and the law of the four seasons has gradually been derived from the immortal path, and he is in charge of the immortal world.

Of course, the laws of the four seasons are still very weak, and many people are not aware of the derivation of the four seasons.

The matter of Xuanyuan's tomb is completely over.

Although there are still some scattered zombies roaming in the Heavenly Site of Heaven and Earth, they will no longer have any impact on the creatures of Heaven and Earth.

The tomb door of the Xuanyuan Tomb has also been closed, and in the Xuanyuan Tomb, there are countless primeval magic weapons, and even the existence of innate magic weapons, but Lu Yun did not touch these treasures.

"You said you were going to write a history book?"

Qingyu's eyes widened, and he looked at Lu Yun with some incredulity.

"Yes, write a history book. ”

Lu Yun nodded: "Taking history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall." What's more, many things, many people, should not be forgotten!"

In the current fairy world, history is taboo, and many things are hidden.

The Battle of the Emperor's Fall, the Great War of the Immortals 100,000 years ago, is impressively listed.

Lu Yun wrote the history book to challenge the unknown in the dark.