"Why, the Immortal King is so hypocritical?" The old man sneered, looking at the descendant of the Footprint Emperor with cold eyes, what the hell?

This is the land of the Emperor, and even the Immortal King has to kneel when he comes. The descendant of the Footprint Emperor is the only Immortal King who does not hide his malicious intentions, so of course he does not like him.

"Tick tock!"

Water droplets splashed down, and the ancient well steaming with chaotic energy shone brightly, reflecting the tattered chaos stones piled throughout the ancient well. The blood of the Immortal King faintly flashed, and the tragic aura rose, as if it was the place where the Immortal King's corpse was buried.

The descendant of the Footprint Emperor shrank his pupils and quietly took a few steps back. It was an ancient well made of the bones of the Immortal King.

No wonder the old man disdains him, even though he holds the inheritance of the old man's imperial ancestor.

"How long did it take for the last Immortal King to be buried in the Immortal King's Well?"

"Thirty thousand years ago, there was still a supreme Immortal King. It seems that he is about to touch the giant. I'm not sure. Anyway, many Immortal Kings have been buried in the Immortal King's Well."

In a stone house, a family of three were chatting and talking, not paying any attention to the descendants of the Footprint Emperor. The Immortal King killed by the old patriarch was still in their memory.

Guarding the treasure mountain and killing people with a butcher knife is the behavior of an emperor and a queen.

If they were weaker, they would have died long ago when the Ancient Heavenly Court left the Boundary Sea.

"I'll give you a chance. I'll let you go if I leave in a quarter of an hour." The old man said in a playful tone, and pulled out a war spear in a whisper. The giant soldiers tore through the void, cicadas chirped on the avenue, and the entire fairyland was shaking.

Giant Immortal King!

The local true immortals, the supreme beings of all the major forces, trembled. They felt the terrifying pressure and looked at the mountain village in horror. They originally thought it was a legend among the world, but they didn't expect it to be true.

"My name is Wrath!" The descendant of the Footprint Emperor suddenly grinned, his smile as bright as light, and he stepped out of the sky to kill the old man.

Vast, ancient coercion mixed with a flash of black light, the roar of the dragon shook, the Immortal King's soldiers with dragon patterns mainly black gold erupted, and the five fingers of anger clenched the halberd body.

when!

The sound of metal trembled, the sonic explosion shattered the stars, the crescent blade cut through the darkness, and crossed the avenue to dawn.

The light flashed, and a slave divine pattern fell silent.

The halberd's light arrived first, tearing the war spear apart, and then the imperial magic blossomed, destroying the war spear.

The old man's face was pale, the ancient imperial law was silent, and his divine power was blocked. The yellow mud stove behind him was like a dead person, and the imperial fire in the depths did not obey the call.

The slave divine pattern blooms like the first ray of dawn,

What you hold on to, what you think about,

Submerged in the old man's soul.

"Ahhhh!" The intense pain exploded, like billions of ants devouring brains. The old man's pupils were blood red, blood and tears were dripping, and white foam appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"Old Patriarch!" The bad people in Shicun shouted, their faces as pale as blood, and deep despair overwhelmed their hearts.

That is the prototype of the new law!

Their emperors and ancestors were so amazing in the past, just like the kings who created the fairyland, they created new roads and methods.

They are well aware of the horror of the Immortal King who created a new method. It is despair. It is a joke that the Immortal King cannot die in front of such people. Death is the best. If it falls into the hands of an angry person, life will definitely be worse than death.

"Father, father..." A rough man fell down weakly and cried bitterly. He was a true immortal, and he was in despair through blood induction.

In fact, Nu's level of combat power has long been that of a supreme giant. At the same time, he holds the inheritance from his ancestors and is too familiar with the Footprint Emperor's method. He has already roughly understood the weakness of the old man. When the old man is about to explode, the old man who is comparable to a giant is horrified.

The power suppresses him, and at the same time, the hidden slave divine pattern penetrates the weakness. The old man's last strength can only be used to resist the slave divine pattern.

It's a pity that it is a new system that the old man is not familiar with, and Nui has an insight into the old man's weaknesses, so failure is already doomed.

He glanced angrily at the old man who was fighting pain and despair, smiled warmly, clicked his tongue a few times, and said: "It's not in vain that I returned to the Immortal King from Nirvana, but it's a pity that I didn't capture the Holy Spirit Phoenix."

He thought of the Nirvana Emperor he saw when he became king for the second time, and a trace of pity flashed through his heart.

He has slaved to many immortal kings, but there are not many truly peerless seeds. Even if he creates

There is not much hope for the prototype of the new method to be realized, and it needs to be experimented with fragrant seeds.

Becoming an emperor is too difficult. When everyone thinks of the chicken sellers, butchers and others back then, they feel a sense of despair. They are extremely surprised. They have the guidance of the Immortal Emperor, but they have never become an emperor.

"I can hand over the legacy of my ancestors to you, but I just ask you to let the children go." The old man coughed up blood and spoke in pain with every word trembling. He even knelt down and kowtowed, asking only that future generations would not be enslaved.

He is finished. He will be a slave of Wrath for the rest of his life, and will consciously carry out all of Wrath's orders, even killing his own children.

An Nu smiled brightly, his face was close to the old man's face, and the corners of his mouth gently raised a hint of cruelty, and he said: "Heh."

The old man's face was as white as snow, his breathing stopped suddenly, and he fell down as if he had been hit hard. Deep in his blood was a slave pattern like the roots of an old tree. Thin lines of light penetrated the source, and a fragrant seed floated faintly. At the same time,

A slave god pattern is formed on the forehead.

The method of sacrifice, the way of sacrifice!

The old man's heart was filled with despair. He saw a sea of ​​blood and a leg bone flashed by. It was his.

He knew the true path of Nu, and he saw a future like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. In the future, countless universes would be sacrificed to Nu, and countless creatures would become Nu's test subjects for Emperor Cheng.

"Another dark turmoil." The old man closed his eyes, and the slave divine pattern continued to transform his body. The will of the anger in the soul was ups and downs, controlling his life and death.

At the same time, this large universe was also cleansed, countless slave divine marks fell, countless creatures could not bear the pain and committed suicide, and only more than 3,000 lucky people survived.

Each of them has the legendary qualifications of a true immortal. If the road goes well, they may become immortals. Although the number is very small, only a few people, they still have that qualification.

Of course, most of the descendants of the Footprint Emperor survived, staring at Nu with numb expressions, their pride and perseverance in their hearts shattered to pieces.

"The day I become emperor is the day when my relatives and friends are resurrected." Nu held the yellow clay stove and looked with satisfaction at the trace of imperial fire in the depths, and instilled a little hope into the desperate geniuses.

The remaining people are all worthy of true immortals. At the same time, they have a tenacious Taoist heart and have not committed suicide under severe pain and transformation. These are the fragrant seeds, the test subjects for him to become an emperor.

A young boy raised his head when he heard this, as if a gleam of light flashed through the eyes of a dead person, and his heart became obsessed with the idea of ​​resurrecting his relatives and friends.

Survive first, become a supreme being, become an immortal and become a king, and finally kill a slave to avenge your relatives and friends.

The slave's eyes were deep, he glanced at the reborn seeds, and clicked his tongue in his heart, not caring at all about the ant's anger.

The seed has been planted, no matter what the result is, it is something for him to observe and test. Even if the Immortal King is not as good as the old man he just conquered?

joke.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ang raised his head and heard the sound of phoenixes ringing in his ears. Two holy phoenixes pierced the darkness. The pressure of the true immortals shook, and one of them vaguely almost touched the barrier of the Ten Evils.

"She seems to be the wife of the Ten Fierce Immortal Phoenix. It's a pity that she is too far away to catch her." He shook his head angrily and gave up the idea of ​​hunting. Harvesting the legacy of the Footprint Emperor was already very good, which was enough for him to take the supreme step forward.

The giant's barrier.

To become an emperor, you have to take it step by step and take your time.

"Is this what you saw? Mother, brother...are you sure you saw it correctly?"

In the Taoist court, the corners of Tai Sui's mouth twitched and he looked in disbelief. How could someone take the path of sacrifice?

"Pa!" Xianyin Tianzun slapped Tai Sui with an expressionless face. They managed to avoid the Immortal King and even got into the big crack in the void. They struggled on the road for hundreds of thousands of years. Of course it was true.

The Immortal Emperor, the Ancient Emperor Wutong, the Qing Emperor, and Jin Wu, who was actually in charge of Taoist affairs, had pale faces. They stared at Xianyin Tianzun and the Ancient Emperor Taishi who had rushed back to Jiutian. Like Tai Sui, they still couldn't believe it.
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