Sixty years of the Eight Emperors of Kyushu.

In the downtown area of an ancient city in the south of the seventeenth heaven of Qiongyao Prefecture, it is bustling and lively. All kinds of vendors shouted loudly with local accents, customers bargained as best they could, and children took their parents' hands and walked to all kinds of snack stalls.

A young man dressed in a Confucian robe, holding a feather fan, walked among the crowds in the downtown area. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he came to the end of the city. He set his sights on a deep, narrow alley at the end of the city.

The young man put away the feather fan, his face was solemn, and he walked quickly into the alley.

In the alley is a row of shops. The young man looked at the wooden doors and plaques of each store, and his face was solemn, as if he was looking at hundreds of billions of years of historical precipitation. Along the way, there are shop owners lying on the rocking chair at the door of the store and closing their eyes and pretending to sleep, and some bosses are sitting behind the counter and settling accounts, or knocking melon seeds.

The young man walked to the deepest part of the alley, which was a room without a plaque.

He stood at the door, looked at the old man sitting behind the counter in the room, took out the feather fan in his sleeve, bent his knees, and knelt at the door. "The ancestor had the world in his heart, and he once ruled Kyushu with the Ten Emperors, and the creatures of Kyushu were able to recuperate for trillions of years. Now, the external troubles have not been eliminated, but the two emperors have fallen, and the heavenly machine in Kyushu is disordered, and it has been proved that the catastrophe is coming. The young man lowered his head and dismantled the crane feathers from the feather fan, and a token appeared in his hand. He looked at the token, and the tears in his eyes could not be suppressed, and fell on the token.

"When the ancestors crossed the catastrophe, the eighteen heavens in Kyushu recited the virtues of the ancestors, and they did not stop thinking about it, helping the ancestors to succeed in the tribulation. Now that the common people are in trouble, I hope that the ancestors will come out of the mountain, find someone who can be inherited by the emperor, and save the people of the world from the catastrophe and the suffering of reincarnation. The young man held the token in both trembling hands and held it high above his head.

The old man in the room stood up and stared at the token, he knew that if this token was in the hands of anyone in Kyushu, it would not be used to do this kind of thing of petitioning for the common people in the world.

"Your father's possession of a son of thee is better than the nine heavens. The old man said slowly as he stepped out of the house. When he walked to the gate, all the shopkeepers in this deep alley were already standing at the door, and they all bent down to salute the old man, "I've seen the old ancestor." ”

"The heavens are in turmoil, the Kyushu catastrophe is coming, the two emperors have fallen, and the inheritance of the emperor is unsustainable. This is not a warning from heaven and earth to all sentient beings.

Foreign tribes invaded Kyushu, and the Ten Emperors blocked it, but the external troubles were not eliminated. All beings in the world do not understand the danger of Kyushu, and think that heaven and earth are still that heaven and earth. Every person's inner desire is being stimulated step by step. The weak are slaughtered by others, and they cannot even grasp the most basic right to live, and the strong can determine the life and death of hundreds of millions of people with one word, but they do not know that foreign races are their real enemies.

All beings in the world are just toys and jokes for those in the eighteenth heaven. In such a world, what is the use of saving it!

Troubled times are a blessing for the common people. The common people who have experienced the suffering of reincarnation can truly understand that the so-called quiet years are all flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

One person who stands up to save Kyushu can only save a few Jiazi.

If all the people in the world stand up, then Kyushu, why not be afraid of foreign races!"

The old man picked up the token in the young man's hand, and his gaze fell on the token, gradually becoming softer. "Your father was once greatly favored by the Star Emperor and was able to achieve the Emperor of the Nine Heavens, so he took the Star Emperor's ambition to protect the world as his own ambition.

However, the world is not worthy! not worthy of the Star Emperor and his death inscription!

Therefore, this ninefold heavenly decree should not be used to seek for the world. ”

The young man knew the stakes, but he still felt unwilling, and said: "Ancestor, please show the way forward for Meng He, so that Meng He can live up to his father's dying will." ”

Young man, Meng He, the lord of the First Heaven to the Ninth Heaven Dao Domain of Gulong Prefecture. The Dao Domain is the strongest giant force in the Nine Heavens of the Ancient Dragon State, and the rest of the forces are dominated by the Dao Domain. The Nine Heavenly Order, once it is born, can order all the powerful people in the Nine Heavens of Gulong Prefecture to make the Lord fall into flames.

Meng He knew that the white-haired old man in front of him had been the emperor's teacher! Moreover, he was the head of the Great Emperor and the teacher of the Star Emperor! If he was willing to go out of the mountain, it was possible to educate another generation of Great Emperors. But after the fall of the Star Emperor, the old man left from the eighteenth heaven and lived in seclusion in the seventeenth day of Qiongyao Prefecture.

"When the catastrophe comes, the world is in turmoil, and the troubled times will produce people who change their lives against the sky, and they can be called the sons of the catastrophe. The old man seemed to be caught up in a memory, and did not speak for a long time.

"Get up. The old man said, and turned and went into the house. Only a sigh remained.

"The disciple is not good, and he failed to send the teacher to the end, but he has been a master and apprentice, and he will die again for you and for the world. ”

Meng He looked at the old man's back and stood up, he didn't know whether what he did today was right or wrong.

The old man sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, his eyes closed, his fingers overlapping. A long river phantom appeared in front of his chest, and scenes flashed in the phantom.

It's a long time!

The old man's hands rummaged quickly in the long river.

Suddenly, the old man's hands stopped, and the whole person was motionless as if he had been struck by lightning. The young man standing on the side hurriedly stepped forward, only to find that the old man was cut off from time and space within three feet of his body.

After a long time, the old man stood up tremblingly and spat out four words from his mouth.

"A family of one. ”

As if in disbelief, the old man muttered again, "A family of one. ”

He turned to look at Meng He, and put his two fingers together on top of the latter's head.

A picture appeared in Meng He's mind.

In an old mansion, the flames soared into the sky. There are corpses everywhere, and everyone seems to have an unwillingness to die before they die, and they don't die with disgust, fear, and hatred for the world in their eyes...

Among the corpses were ten-year-old children, old men, young women, and sturdy young men......

In the sea of corpses and blood, there was a figure that did not fall.

Meng He could only see his back, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, skinny as wood, standing there as if a gust of wind could blow him down, and as if even thunder could not make him fall.

There are ten black holes emerging behind the boy, and each black hole has six stars around it.

Meng He gasped and said in disbelief: "Congenital Six Stars and Ten Mansions, born as an emperor!"

The old man added: "In the tenth life of the calendar, inheriting the six-star death tribulation and not falling into reincarnation forever, he was born in response to the catastrophe, this is the son of the great calamity!" After finishing speaking, he whispered again, "Could it be that only the pain of exterminating the clan can create the posture of the great emperor? ”

Meng He recovered from the shock and hurriedly asked the old man, "Ancestor, do you need me to protect him?"

"No need, you are born as an emperor, you should go with the flow, don't interfere easily, and don't save it unless you die. The old man looked at Meng He, "You can be the emperor." ”

After that, Meng He was sent out of the house by a force, and the door was closed.

Inside the house, the old man fell to his knees and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Fighting the stars, being a teacher, worthy of the name of the emperor!" the old man closed his eyes and his body fell.

Outside the house, Meng He's eyes were glazed, feeling the life of the old man in the house, but he didn't know how to save it.

The shopkeepers standing behind him knelt down in unison and shouted.

"Send, Emperor. ”

Between heaven and earth, countless voices rang out from the eighteen heavens.

"Send, Emperor!"

The Star Emperor's Division, Fall.