Heaven and earth lost their voice, the wind and clouds changed, and a terrifying and domineering energy seemed to run through the sun, moon and stars, suppressing the ancient and modern future, and sweeping the heavens.

Although it is only a moment, but in ancient times, the emperor looked through the long river of time, looking down on the heavens and all the worlds, all of them were invincible beings.

"Boom!"

The sound of the Great Dao Lun suddenly resounded, the heavens and the earth shook, Xiao Jitian's battle intent was unparalleled, and his power was incomparable, making this side of the world seem to collapse and crack.

Black abysses spread in the void, no one could stop them, countless enemy souls were shattered, holy blood was spilled, and life was extinguished.

Even if he died, he also pulled millions of strong enemies to accompany the burial, the emperor's body resisted the world alone, that indomitable spirit, domineering and strong, the white bone powder in the void was like blood flowers, and the qiē in front of him slowly blurred away in Lu Xia's eyes, only the wind whined around, as if he was crying.

There seemed to be countless painful weeping sounds between heaven and earth, like a funeral song echoing, a bleak and desolate loneliness rippled in the wilderness, and the snowflakes seemed to be tears in the blue sky.

Blood stains the heaven and earth, the soul is scattered for nine days, fighting the enemy alone, heroic and majestic, looking at the heavens, this is the great mourning of the human race, but it is buried deep in this wreckage between the broken walls and broken stones, the world is not visible, no one knows.

This is a tragic and tragic legend, the glory of the heavy star realm, like a flash in the pan, annihilated in the void. Leaving only boundless desolation and sorrow.

Lu Xia stood on the edge of the nine-fold stone steps in a daze, his eyes were scattered, crystal tears hung in the corners of his eyes, dried by the wind, at this time there were thousands of waves surging in his heart, and when those scenes dissipated in his eyes, a divine thought entered his heart, which made him feel shocked.

That's a mysterious scripture!

The white bones are hollow in their eyes, as if there is an immortal war spirit, stirring above the nine heavens, this is definitely a generation of Tianjiao, but the bones are buried here, only the vast white bones around it, as if telling about this earth-shattering tragic and tragic war.

"For the sake of the human race, for the homeland, for the secrets behind the throne, the emperor's blood stains the starry sky......" Lu Xia choked.

I don't know how long it took for him to come back to his senses, suppress the sadness in his heart, and then take a step towards the Carved Dragon Throne and towards Xiao Jitian.

He wanted to see what was behind the throne, what was so important that it could make countless heroes cry blood and the human emperor fall, he wanted to see what it was in this place where the ancient burial dragon bureau built by the white bones and the ocean-like blood river could not be destroyed, what did it have?

In a few steps, he walked in front of the bones of the emperor's body, in Lu Xia's eyes, Xiao Jitian was extremely majestic, the bones were white, shining brightly, the killing machine was pervasive, and the monstrous combat power loomed, as if it had never fallen.

An indescribable Taoist rhyme flowed, which was shocking, Lu Xia's eyes were full of horror, such a peerless powerhouse, but he fought for the righteousness of the human race, and quietly fell here, which was really sad.

The deep, hollow eyes of the white skeleton seemed to look out into the drowsy heavenly wall, and no one knew what he saw before he fell, nor what kind of world he saw in the distance.

The indomitable momentum, the heroic posture of killing millions of strong enemies between the raised hands seemed to still appear in front of Lu Xia's eyes, and the domineering and confident words seemed to be still wandering in this sky, heroic and majestic, the combat power was incomparable, and the blood-stained emperor body that exuded a blood-stained emperor body that seemed to be able to run through the ages and shake the momentum of the sun, moon and stars seemed to be imprinted in the sky.

Although it is not visible in the world, it illuminates the front of the human race with its life.

Lu Xia bent down, bowed deeply, and didn't raise his head for a long time, such an invincible person deserves his respect, "The blood of the saints of the human race stained this place, and the bones of millions of kings turned into ashes. ”

"Don't be afraid, how can I be alone on the Nine Secluded Road, with you, even if you are reincarnated, you will never be alone. ”

Xiao Jitian's words seemed to still linger in Lu Xia's ears, and the tragedy of seeing death as if he were at home made his heart, which had calmed down, stir again.

If he were the one who stood here and now, he would not have done better.

Lu Xia also has a deep awe of this world, this world is far from being as simple as imagined, hundreds of races coexist, the strong are like clouds, and it is also a place of enlightenment with many legendary sects in the middle pole.

If you don't have the strength, then you can only be bullied and humiliated!

The law of the jungle is nakedly displayed between heaven and earth, natural selection, survival of the fittest!!

The emperor of the human race is gone, the saint is extinct, the wheel of time is in a hurry, one day, the scene seen today is very likely to reappear, the emperor of the human race is too terrible, and the alien race is afraid to hear it, so the heart of the dead human race will not die.

"If there really is that day, I only hope that on the Nine Secluded Road, I will not be left alone......" Lu Xia's body slowly straightened, his eyes flashed with inexplicable brilliance, and he muttered in a low voice.

The emperor's body is inviolable, the bones seem to be able to crush the heavens, if it weren't for Lu Xia's physique with the same root and origin, he would definitely not be able to get close to within a hundred zhang, and now he can watch from such a close distance, which is already the limit, even if he wants to bury the remains of the emperor's body, but he can't do anything.

And it is rumored that the ancient emperor's body dominates the ancient and modern, the sky cannot be buried, the earth cannot be buried, and the ten thousand ways dare not assimilate, that is the real existence of the heavens and all the ways, so Lu Xia can only give up.

After being silent for a while, he seemed to sound something, bowed deeply to the remains of the emperor's body again, and said in a low voice: "Thank you for the gift from the seniors, the juniors will definitely live up to their expectations and will not let this scripture be lost." ”

Taking a deep breath, Lu Xia bypassed the remains of the emperor's body and walked towards the throne, what exactly was there there, he was extremely curious, unprecedented, he was curious about one thing for the first time, what would it be that the extinction of the human race powerhouse would also have to hold onto?

Is it the last inheritance of the human race, or the last hope of the strong?

After a while, Lu Xia finally walked to the throne, just in front of him, it was hazy, as if the heavens and the earth had not been opened, chaotic and misty, and an inexplicable aura floated and sank between the heavens and the earth.

And on the carved dragon throne, there are two big ancient characters: heavenly burial.

Sky burial!

The two ancient words are actually the emperor's blood book, immortal through the ages, until today, the word still contains a monstrous domineering and war intent, the emperor's blood scarlet is glowing with a trace of gold, dazzling, a tragic and tragic atmosphere looms in the word, as if telling something, desperate and cold Sen Ran killing machine in the chaos circulation.