"Twelve-story building, martial arts ends. It really lives up to its name. But even if you can beat me, what good will it be to you on earth?"

Hearing the old beggar's laughter, the Lingchen Immortal did not panic or fear, but looked at the old beggar who was walking towards him with a mocking face.

"You may not know that Tongyuan is also considered a high cultivation level in the Great Xia Dynasty. In the East China Sea Immortal Domain, there are also a large number of immortal cultivators who transform into spirits, Tianwen, descend gods, and break the void realm, and even some of the great sects have land true immortals who have been temporarily ascending and are stranded in the human world. ”

"The Twelve Floors of the Martial Dao, in front of these decent immortal cultivators who have truly cultivated profoundly, is nothing at all, or do you really believe in the prophecy of the Human Emperor that you made up by yourself back then?"

Lingchen Immortal's sneering words echoed in the wind and snow, and the old beggar's laughter suddenly fell, and his pace subconsciously slowed down, looking at Lingchen's eyes as if they had become cloudy again.

The Lingchen Immortal noticed the unstable state of mind of the old beggar, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the words in his mouth asked more harshly.

"What else can you do bring to the world, apart from bringing more killing and suffering to the world? If not, why would the people of Yangjing and the capital so enthusiastically report it that year?

"Even you knights in the human world don't need our immortal cultivators to do anything, and they are drowned in the hands of the people in the human world you want to protect, aren't you?"

The Lingchen Immortal stood up and looked at the old beggar who had completely stopped in the distance, his body trembling continuously.

"Not really. ”

The old beggar's eyes were red and he stared into the eyes of the Lingchen Immortal, and his throat seemed to suppress the roar that was about to roar.

"The prophecy of the Emperor of Man was not made up by me, it has been circulated in the world for many years. The people of the capital are not all ignorant fanatics who worship immortals, there are still some of them, and there is one ......"

He whispered over and over again like a madman. In his bloodshot eyes, he seemed to see the scene of the group of bloody knights retreating into Yangjing in front of the immortals.

That year was also heavy snow, and there was a lot of blood.

Countless immortals vacated and sat in the sky above the capital, there was no way out in the sky, and the order of worshipping immortals and killing orders were also spread throughout the city, and there was no way out in the world.

In the heavy snow, under the heavy crime and heavy reward, one after another knights were reported and exposed by the people, and even some seriously injured were beaten and killed by the people on the spot.

In the heavy snow in Kyoto that year, blood flowed everywhere.

The world has worshiped the gods and immortals for hundreds of thousands of years, and the reverence and fear for the immortals have been deep in their bones, and they have become accustomed to the high of the gods, believing in the justice and majesty of the gods, and obeying the guidance and orders of the gods.

In a short period of time, it is difficult for mortals to clearly realize and accept that mortals no longer enjoy the blessings of immortals, but have to confront those immortals who can move mountains and seas.

Even if they were actually aware of it under the coercion of the immortals, how many people dared to face the reality of near despair?

What's more, immortals represent the most sacred kingship and divine justice in the world, not to mention, under the frenzy of cultivating immortals, it seems that everyone can also become an immortal.

Such a world is like a frog in a pot on a fire, the fire under the pot is raging, the hot water in the pot will boil, and the frog will die but cannot be conscious.

But no.

But not all the people of the capital are the frogs, and there are people, at least one person. A woman who dragged him out of the gutter and took care of Half Moon carefully when he was seriously injured, otherwise he would not have survived in the Yangjing Sacrifice Sword.

"Anyone else?"

The words of the Lingchen Immortal exploded in his ears like thunder again.

"How many people can there be? Can these people live in the world?"

The blood in memory seems to have penetrated through distant time and space, and it flows out again.

The kind woman who took him in was exposed by the man he loved, and he didn't know if it was jealousy or fear.

He only knew that the cloud immortals were falling like rain, and the sword was left on the Suzaku Gate to fight unarmed, this time he was not for the world, but for a kind woman.

However, he couldn't protect even one person.

He can't even protect one person, what qualifications does he have and what can he possibly protect the world?

After killing thousands of miles of blood, when he returned home, he was faced with the ruins of his family, no matter how well he hid them, they were still in the world, even if he could hide from the immortals, how could he hide from people?

The old beggar stood in place, and his eyes seemed to be dripping with blood again.

"There is also a prophecy of the Human Emperor, although you didn't make it up, but you twisted it a little, didn't you? You're just lying to those brainless knights. ”

"In the last days of the human race, the emperor of the human race is resurrected. But who told you ridiculous mortals that the Emperor of Man only meant you mortals. A great being who has reached the top of the Six Realms, how can he only see these ants in your mortal world. ”

"There are people in Penglai Imperial Shrine, there are people in the fairy world and there are people in the world of the emperor, and even the Buddha world and the demon world also have places to worship the human emperor, because the immortals, demons, and Buddhas are all headed by the human race. ”

"We are human beings, and you mortals, who are as weak as ants, may not be worthy of human beings. If the Human Emperor really wants to wait until the end of the human race to come back, it will also be the end of the pan-human race in the Six Realms, not for you humble ants. ”

The old beggar's footsteps had completely stopped, his body trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress something, his red eyes slowly raised, and he looked at Lingchen with a snarky sneer not far away.

"Why should I believe your words, don't think that I don't know that you know that my sword heart is lacking, and you are deliberately messing with my Dao heart. ”

"I'm really messing with your Dao heart. But you have to believe my words. Because that's what you've been running away from for years, I'm just telling you. By the way, I heard that you seem to be looking for a human emperor body all these years, right? I guess it has something to do with your prophecy of the human emperor who made up to deceive yourself. ”

"Don't you really think that the little guy in the back who can't even hold the Human Emperor Sword is the Human Emperor Body, right?"

Speaking of this, he mockingly glanced at Ye Mingke and Yi Er in the distance.

Facing Yi Er, who was drawing his sword in his hand, Ye Mingke, who was originally able to rely on the heavy sword to hold on temporarily, was soon in danger, and was cut bloody by Yi Er's dexterous spirit sword, and was cut back again and again, spitting blood from his mouth, and he had almost become a bloody man.

"It just so happens that I have the last human emperor body in my hand, do you want to see it?"

The Lingchen Immortal didn't know when there was a strange wooden box with an ancient pattern in his hand, and he pressed his hand on the wooden box and asked with a smile.

"You should know that my favorite collection of all kinds of strange constitutions is the best. The human emperor body is one of my most precious collections. ”

"Impossible!" The trembling amplitude of the old beggar's body suddenly intensified, and his eyes were fixed on the strange wooden box in the hands of the Lingchen Immortal, and he said word by word.

The Lingchen Immortal did not respond to him directly, but lowered his head to look at the wooden box in his hand, gently brushed the wooden box in his hand, and called softly.

"Da, I have an old friend who has been looking for you for a long time. Why don't you give me a face and come out and take a look at him. ”

His words fluctuated with a peculiar rhythm, and as his words rang out, the wooden box in his hand suddenly vibrated violently.

The wooden box on the first floor opened silently upwards, and a pair of pale and smooth hands slowly stretched out from the small wooden box, grabbing the edge of the side wall of the wooden box, and then a pair of golden eyes slowly rose from the wooden box.

A low and majestic roar that was far more terrifying than the roar of a tiger suddenly sounded in the wind and snow, and the white hands that were holding the edge of the wooden box suddenly grasped hard, and the golden eyes rose from the wooden box.

It was a tall white figure, leaping from a small wooden box several feet high in the wind and snow, and then slamming down on the snow. The face of a young man as pale as wax was raised, and on his face was a pair of bright pupils flowing with molten gold.

Under his white jade-like skin, there seemed to be extremely hot blood, and the snow falling from the sky immediately evaporated into a misty mist.

He bowed his tall body, slowly raised his golden bright pupils, and stared at the old beggar who was standing not far away, his eyes flowing with a bloodthirsty light like a beast without wisdom.

"This is the physique that perfectly conforms to the legend of the human emperor's body, golden pupils, fire blood, strong physique, and infinite strength. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the white jade-like boy suddenly pounced on the old beggar, and the fist that pulled out a long white line in the heavy snow and hit the old beggar hard.

The old beggar stood in despair, but when the fist wind was approaching, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to resist it, and was suddenly smashed out dozens of feet away by the white jade-like fist.

"You see, it's just a young man's imperial body that hasn't fully matured and hasn't cultivated, and his strength is already faster than that of a monk in the Wheel Sea realm. ”

"That's what ...... Man, Emperor, Body. ”

The Lingchen Immortal stared at the old beggar's old and dark face playfully, and said word by word.

"Oh, you may be a little surprised, my family's Ah Da's skin color is a little different from the legendary human emperor's body. ”

The Spirit Dust Immortal suddenly remembered something, and continued to add with a smile.

"You know what I'm best at refining puppets, Ah, I'm already my most obedient child. ”

His heart-wrenching words came one after another.

"So, Brother Liu, you're a little late. ”

"This person's imperial body is actually dead. ”

"And I extracted his memories in the process of refining the puppet, and according to the information in his memory, he is the last vein of the entire human emperor. ”

"It seems that it is impossible for Brother Liu to find another emperor in the world in the future. ”

The Lingchen Immortal's eyes were cold, his face was smiling, and his words were poisonously pierced into the old beggar's shaking sword heart like a sharp sword.

The wind and snow were shaking between heaven and earth, and the golden-eyed young man who was like white jade approached the old beggar's side, smashing it one punch after another, and the old beggar with a stunned and obsessed expression retreated again and again, and a large amount of blood had overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Mingke, who was not far away, had also been completely cornered by Yi Er, who was wielding the sword, and let out a roar like a trapped beast.

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