Seeing the Luan Gu Emperor disappearing into a rain of light, Shi Ming's eyes moved slightly, and he felt inexplicably sad inside.
Just like in Zishan, he is actually not qualified to inherit Yakuza weapons.
The chaotic ancient divine power in his body is just a layer of foam on the surface, but inside it is still the law of time and space, and the scriptures he cultivates are not the "Ancient Classics of Chaos"...
However, just because of a word to calm the chaos, the emperor passed the inheritance to him and did not care about other things, just like the original Emperor Wushi.
"Shi Ming respectfully bids farewell to the Emperor. If the younger generation transcends time and space, they will reverse the course of time and cross over to the Emperor to return. God is the witness!"
The young man in purple robe bowed his head in obeisance, took the oath of Taoism, and his eyes were firm.
Hearing the words of the younger generation, the man in imperial robes smiled slightly, feeling that this successor was a little ignorant.
Across the long river of time, allowing the dead to return is something that even immortal beings cannot do.
"I'm a little overconfident, but I understand this attitude." Emperor Luan Gu whispered, his eyes were very gentle, with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
Then, the bright phantom shattered and disappeared, the crystal chain flew, and fine rain of light fell, blooming with brilliant light, like a grand funeral song to bid farewell to the ancient emperor.
Shi Ming watched this scene quietly, with a little sadness in his eyes.
The last time I felt this way, I sent the God King away...
Suddenly, Shi Ming's eyes narrowed and he held the ancient battle ax tightly in his hand.
At this time, the starry sky was silent and terrifying.
The next moment, thousands of space chains danced, and this ancient star field was completely shattered. It was like returning to reality from an illusion, and a dark underground palace emerged.
It is extremely dark here, there is not even a bright light, the darkness is filled, like an infinite abyss, exuding an aura of death and desolation.
Shi Ming's eyes glowed with purple light, he looked around clearly, and then sighed softly.
This place is the mausoleum of the great emperor of the ancient times. It is very simple. The whole body is made of black stone from the Northern Plains. The walls are covered with ancient murals, including pictures of gods and demons burying corpses and pictures of suppressing the holy spirit. They tell stories from the ancient times.
In the center of the underground palace, there is a stone coffin. It looks very simple and is full of traces of ancient times. It is engraved with flowers, birds, fish, insects, sun, moon and stars. There are grooves for battle axes and magic symbols on the coffin lid, but it is empty.
One thing.
Shi Ming leaned down and saluted the virtuous man in front of him.
Suddenly, the ancient war ax in front of him erupted with flowing silver light, bursting into the sky, and escaped from his control.
With a bright light, the emperor's ax shot out of the air and landed on the sarcophagus.
At this moment, the grooves of the battle ax and the talisman merged into one, and the complex patterns on the coffin all lit up, blooming with mysterious fluctuations.
"This is......"
Shi Ming's heart palpitated and he felt a terrifying coercion contained in the coffin.
"珰!"
The emperor's coffin was opened, and the black coffin lid floated up.
The aura of the ancient emperor spread and filled the tomb.
At such a close distance, the avatar of the Innate Holy Body was unable to avoid it. His body trembled and he almost fell to his knees.
Feeling the breath of the soldier master, strands of silver light dropped from the coffin lid, wrapping him inside, making him invulnerable to all means and unaffected by the emperor's power.
The sarcophagus was opened, and a majestic body emerged, wrapped in the mist of chaos. Inside the coffin was an exquisite black gold chariot, less than a foot long, like a souvenir, stained with the emperor's blood, beating with terrifying fluctuations.
"The ancient emperor's chariot is the real chaotic ancient chariot!"
Shi Ming's eyes narrowed and he felt the breath of time on the black gold chariot. The blood on it was very familiar. It was the royal existence of the Holy Spirit clan.
"boom!"
The ancient chariot turned into a stream of light, flew out of the sarcophagus, grew in size in an instant, and recorded the time on it. The aura of the extreme path filled the air, penetrated through eternity, spread out from here, and shook the entire Northern Plains.
Suddenly, a passing shadow passed by, it was a scene from the past.
"You must come back!" A girl whispered by the blue lake, her face full of worry, looking at a man in black robes.
The young man nodded silently and said nothing more.
He is not amazing in this generation. If there are people who are stronger than him, they may never come back.
The future is dangerous, and he can't give the other party a future!
After a brief hug, the young man in black robe hid all his feelings, got up, boarded the ink jade chariot, rushed to the sky, and set foot on the ancient road in the starry sky.
He is going to fight hard, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he must hold on tightly.
"I will wait here for you to come back!" Looking at her lover flying away in the sky, the girl shouted reluctantly with tears on her face.
Hearing the cry, the young man's eyes flashed with tears, he held the black gold chariot tightly in his hands, and finally left without looking back.
At that time, chariot expeditions were popular in Beidou. This chariot was forged by the girl and him together. It was his only memorial to his hometown...
The young man fought on the imperial road, visited ancient star fields one after another, and defeated all the heroes. The early stage went smoothly. After he became a saint, he was reborn and gradually became stronger. Every step he took was very solid.
This is a piece of ancient history that can be passed down. It was not until the fiftieth level of the human race that seed-level players finally appeared.
There was an ancient star field where seven people came out in succession, all of them were unparalleled geniuses. The seven people joined forces and were known as the Seven Heroes of Chaos. They defeated many unparalleled enemies and spread their light all over the star road.
Soon, the young man met them!
He was defeated miserably in that battle, and was forced into a desperate situation by the opponent. He was forced to travel far away to the wilderness, and relied on his exquisite chariot to escape, and barely escaped with his life.
Subsequently, during the Star Territory campaign, he was ups and downs in the whirlpool. In the process, he also experienced several major defeats. Finally, he barely broke through the Great Sage and returned to Beidou in despair.
I didn't expect that this return trip would be a separation of life and death.
His former lover passed away, his fragrance disappeared, and on that day, he knelt in front of the girl's grave, his heart was broken, and he wanted to be freed from it.
However, the disaster did not stop there. Due to some involvement, the supreme god of Zhongzhou was angry and wanted to take off his head.
This was a terrible disaster. Facing the quasi-emperor's pursuit, he was unable to resist and fled all the way.
It was not just him who was harmed by Chi Yu. All his relatives died, his master was killed, and all his friends were wiped out. All kinds of tragedies were added to the mix, leaving everyone miserable and desolate. The young man was desperate and fled in blood and tears...