Longevity begins with Orion

Chapter 252 250. He walked through history and witnessed myths (please subscribe)

"The tyrant is finally gone, and he passed his position to Ji Yong.

How could Ji Yong, a kindhearted and cowardly man, endure such troubled times? "

"It doesn't matter. As long as the imperial edict has not been made public to the world, it will not be finalized for a day. Our people are taking action. The prince once said a stupid thing, and this stupid thing will become his tomb."

"I know that Ji Yong once said that he wanted to ban the sea and keep warriors in the middle-earth, saying that he would use it to protect the common people and save the world.

It seems that he only wants to be a holy king himself, but does not think about warriors.

How can one be so selfish as to be worthy of the position of King of God? "

"What His Highness said is true. With just one word from the Prince, the warriors in the world can renounce their hearts.

Everyone knows that the future of warriors lies in the East China Sea. "

"So, sir, what do you think you should do now?"

"Your Highness, why don't you ask the princess to invite Mrs. Star King and invite her to visit us for a few days?"

"Li Zhen."

The handsome second prince, who was wrapped in a golden python suit, was a little hesitant. To be fair, he had no ill feelings towards Princess Zhongjing, "I don't really want to get her involved."

"Oh, His Highness invited her just to keep Mrs. Star King out of the matter.

When she arrives at the palace, she will be served with delicious food and drinks. When the situation outside is decided, Mrs. Star King will still be Mrs. Star King. "

Seeing that the second prince was still hesitating, the scribe suddenly burst into tears.

The second prince Ji He was stunned and asked: "Why are you crying, sir?"

The scribe said: "I am crying. We are all about to die without a burial place. People are about to die, why can't we cry?"

Ji He said: "What is meant by death without a burial place?"

The scribe said: "When the crown prince ascends the throne, the best outcome for His Highness is to be granted the title of Prince Xiaoyao. Despite His Highness's talents and thoughts, he will inevitably end up with a glass of poisoned wine.

The prince is honest and cares about brotherhood, but what about the others? How can other people tolerate His Highness?

Now we have everything ready, just waiting for His Highness's order.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. His Highness hesitated at this moment, which chilled everyone's heart! "

Ji He was silent.

The scribe said: "If Mrs. Xingwang doesn't win this game first, then we have no chance of winning. Only by grabbing Mrs. Xingwang and serving her deliciously can we deal with Ji Yong."

Ji He was still speechless.

The scribe stamped his feet and said: "Your Highness! It's too late!!"

Ji He said: "We'll wait until the tyrant dies first. After all, he is taking action. His state has been very wrong for a long time. This time, he is going to do something unknown by issuing the edict."

He walked to the window and opened it.

It was dark outside the window.

The majestic snow fell quietly, but there was a faint golden light on the horizon in the distance.

The majestic beam of light falls from the clouds like divine punishment.

There were many gray shadows vaguely visible above the light pillar, swimming like tadpoles.

Many tadpoles became shackles again, trying to block the light beam, but the light beam struggled to open again.

In this tug of war, the light beam became weaker and weaker.

Ji He looked at it with an excited smile on his lips.

"The tyrant is dying."

He clenched his fists and said hastily: "Sir, I can feel that he is about to die. He is about to die.

You go and get ready.

Red slave, call the lady and ask her to come quickly! "

On weekdays, his princess and Mrs. Star King have a very good personal relationship, but today it's time to put it to use.

He stared fixedly at the beam of light, thinking about the man in his mind, and then roared viciously.

‘Death. ’

‘Death. ’

‘Why aren’t you dead yet? ’

‘Hurry up and die! ’

Endless gloomy thoughts wrap around the human emperor's phantom that reaches into the clouds. The once invincible existence by the Changmian River is still majestic today.

But this time the enemy did not come from outside, but himself.

He had a strong desire to kill the underworld in his heart.

But the moment he put it into action, more thoughts came to him, seeming to stop him from doing this.

These emotions include regret, regret, fear of death, and uncertainty about the outcome.

It was like many people were chattering and whispering in the Human Emperor's ears at the same time.

"You can't get rid of the underworld, you're just exacerbating the disaster!"

"You still have a chance. You are the Human Emperor. You can think of ways to extend your life!"

"You are already the strongest person on this earth, you will definitely find a way!"

"He's just using you, you shouldn't be so stupid as to listen to him!"

"You should have your own opinion and pursue your own immortality!"

"Stop, stop quickly, it's not too late, it's not too late!"

"Don't destroy yourself, and don't destroy the world. That's not how power is used!"

"you are wrong!"

"It's all wrong!"

"Wrong! Wrong, completely wrong!!"

These thoughts are frantically stopping the Human Emperor.

What's even more terrifying is that these thoughts come entirely from the heart of the Human Emperor himself, and every one of these thoughts can easily change his mind.

Who doesn't want to live?

The ants are still living in vain, let alone the world's best in this land?

Countless "ladders" were laid out for the emperor, just waiting for him to come down.

But the Human Emperor never got off the stairs. On that day, the dragon's veins collapsed and the Human Emperor appeared.

Glittering golden light appears in the mountains and rivers, but it all converges into one person.

If you cherish the mountains and rivers, how can you live up to them?

The Human Emperor laughed wildly and suppressed all the "noise" in his heart.

The sword filled with great power seemed real but not imaginary. It was clearly slashing downwards, but it only passed through the soil.

The soil seems to be "transparent".

And this sword continues downward.

There was no movement on the earth, but the huge cloud that only the Human Emperor could see was cracked like an egg shell being struck.

A sword asks Huang Quan.

Huangquan,

Hell,

The door is open!

The terrifying Yin Qi was like the moment when the world was created, following the sword, it turned into thousands of black pythons, and wrapped around him with shrill screams.

"stop!"

"Stop!"

"You are destroying this land!"

"You don't understand anything!"

In the Human Emperor's heart, the voice became more urgent and panicked.

A chess piece that is off track, deviating from the planned direction.

Everything is in chaos.

"Don't you want to live?"

"You are the strongest on this earth!"

"You obviously have hope of extending your life!"

"You can obviously do it!"

The Human Emperor said nothing, just swung his sword, and continued to swing his sword with confidence and determination.

Each of his swords seemed to cut down the endless mountains and rivers, and the golden light and the surging Yin Qi completely collided, as if soldiers from two realms were charging.

And in this scene, in the eyes of outsiders, it is just a shadowy golden light, but the rest is not clear at all.

Ji He stared at the golden light, his python robe already soaked through.

But fortunately, the golden light did not last long before it dimmed and gradually disappeared.

Ji He was ecstatic, but also worried.

And the next moment, he saw that the dim place suddenly erupted like a volcano, and billions of golden lights were like broken flowers and butterflies, flying away in all directions, returning to the mountains, rivers, and everything.

But this time the golden light is so different, its color is golden and brighter.

Ji He looked at the person beside him.

That was a fourth grade person.

The fourth grade nodded and said in a loud voice: "It's the same as it was more than thirty years ago, no, it seems to be better."

He thought for a while and then said: "The tyrant must have fallen."

Ji He didn't hesitate anymore and said hurriedly: "Go and tell sir immediately that it's time to take action!!"

Golden light spreads across the mountains and rivers.

Heavy snow falls on the world.

In the snow, a haggard man was lying on his back.

The man is obviously only forty-nine years old this year, but he is already old and has white hair. He seems to have become an old man, an old man with an ugly face.

Unfortunately, there were no stars in the sky tonight, and he could only see boundless darkness.

His strength is gone.

He secretly thought:

Did you make it?

Success?

At this moment, suddenly, he felt a dark shadow looking down at him.

He didn't notice the black shadow until it was in front of him.

But he didn't take it seriously.

He is no longer the Human Emperor, and since he has lost his power, he will not be affected by anyone approaching him.

Li Yuan bent down, picked up the old man who was no longer the Human Emperor, and then headed west.

Although the cold wind is cold, Li Yuan himself is fire, so it is not difficult to control the surrounding temperature.

"I'll take you to the cemetery." Li Yuandao.

Ji Hu felt an astonishing surprise. He was not surprised at the cemetery, but at being able to see his father before he died.

But at this moment, he was unable to speak. He was being carried by Li Yuan. The person carrying him obviously looked younger than his son, but this person was his father.

Li Yuan quickly headed west.

"Guer, hold on, as long as you get to the cemetery in time, there will be hope.

When you wake up again, Dad still has a lot to say to you. "

Ji Hu couldn't speak, every inch of his body was shattering, but he was assisted and prolonged by Li Yuanrou's power, helping him to breathe.

His greatest strength was just to raise the corners of his dry lips slightly to both sides.

The young man, carrying the old man on his back, ran wildly in the snow, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

The long river of time seems to have been pressed on the "rewind button", and it willfully returned to more than 40 years ago in an instant.

A young man, carrying a boy on his back, was running in the busy city.

But the boy was not as quiet and silent as he was at this moment. He was shouting and laughing happily, and his clean pupils reflected the prosperity of Mingyue Mansion, the man carrying the candied haws target stand on the side of the bridge, and the candies and toys.

He was shouting: "Dad, that, that"

He didn't know which one it was, so he could only point to it with his hands, and shouted anxiously, because he didn't have many chances to get out of the house, and only his father could take him out of there.

But the boy who was more than forty years ago can no longer make a sound.

The crowded bustling city has turned into a world of ice and snow without light.

Time and memories overlapped, the old man and the child overlapped, but only the young man remained unchanged.

Two lines of tears slipped from the old man's cheeks and silently wetted the clothes on Li Yuan's shoulders.

"It's enough time."

"You have to hold on, too."

"You are the Human Emperor, you have a will that no one else has, you have a heart that can swallow up the world, and you can persevere.

Dad calculated that it would be half a month at most.

In half a month, Dad will be able to rush to the God's Cemetery and put you in it.

Do you still remember Zhen Yanhuang?

Zhen Yanhuang also lies in the cemetery.

When you all wake up, you will no longer be enemies, but relatives, hahahaha."

"Do not sleep."

"It's not time to sleep now."

Li Yuan kept talking.

The corners of the old man's lips were raised as if he were smiling, but tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.

But he is the Human Emperor after all. Even though his body is like Ling Chi and his body has completely collapsed, he still has a trace of spirit left.

Li Yuan's speed was very fast. Like a strong wind, he passed through the Hanzhou Road and Mianzhou Road that had been submerged by the eternal night, and passed through the sword that was originally used to stop the barbarians but was completely abandoned due to the passage of the eternal night. Shanguan.

He walked above the towns and forests frozen by ice and snow. In the dark frozen soil, he could still vaguely see the beasts that had no time to escape.

Like an old ice sculpture sealed away,

Witnessing the vitality that once existed,

It also indicates the original future of the human world.

However, for Li Yuan, this is a dark road that has never been far away.

The cemetery of the gods is no longer where it was, but is sliding to the west.

He slipped to nowhere. If Binghuo Xiaolu hadn't come to guide him, Li Yuan wouldn't even be able to find it.

But even if Binghuo Xiaolu arrived, he told Li Yuan that it would still take half a month to travel.

Because the God's Cemetery has slipped to an unknown place that she doesn't even know about.

Li Yuan said no more and continued to go west.

He is extremely fast, even Binghuo Xiaolu can't keep up with him.

And one day, the "ugly kid" behind him who was no longer the Human Emperor suddenly called out: "Dad"

"Why"

Li Yuan agreed.

At this moment, in the imperial capital of Zhongjing, some people were cheering for the death of the tyrant, but more people were involved in the unprecedented turmoil in the palace.

"General" Xie Feng is dead.

Thirty thousand Hanzhou cavalry were not by his side.

The murderer who killed Xie Feng was assassinated on the spot and from behind, because the murderer was a family elder who was sending off the winner. He had planned it for a long time. After waiting for Xie Feng to approach, he launched a rapid attack from behind. The sneak attack pierced Xie Feng's heart.

Although Xie Feng is a martial arts fanatic, since he became a general, he has been studying the art of war all year round and is busy with family affairs, so the art of martial arts has been delayed.

He was able to command thirty-sixth-level warriors and gather them into a formation to become a terrifying force capable of suppressing the world, but he himself was still at the fifth-level.

The heart was broken and there was no way to survive.

After the sneak attack, the winner elder could not escape, but was killed by the accompanying strong men who reacted by Xie Feng's side.

Of course, this winner elder is an insider of the He family.

The Ying family was immersed in the sorrow and joy that the patriarch was sentenced to death, but their prince was able to ascend the throne. They never expected that the He family would be like a poisonous snake at this time, biting them hard.

Ji Yong's words "Issuing a sea ban and not allowing warriors to go east" became the He family's best weapon.

Star King was surrounded by heavy troops early in the morning, while Star King's wife was placed in the prince's mansion.

The He family staged a textbook attempt to seize power and correct the imperial edict.

The Ying family, the He family, the Xie family, everyone in the imperial capital was busy fighting for the imperial power. No one cared about the tyrant who had died somewhere unknown, nor what changes had taken place in this world.

Above the Yellow Spring, the coffin is still swaying up and down in the turbid waves.

The entire vast underworld is heading deeper and deeper into the realm, as if it is about to leave the human world completely.

The so-called "Jedi Tiantong" is probably like this.

Without the underworld, Yang Qi will naturally no longer gather here.

The unity of yin and yang will be broken.

But there is still one last thing left to do.

That point is in the hands of another person.

In the dark, dark coffin with a thick yin energy, the porcelain white face of Lady Yan Jun was still looking blankly into the distance.

She had been looking at it for many years, and now the expressionless face suddenly moved. The hand hanging at the bottom of the cold coffin also moved, and then slowly lifted up, rising higher and higher. Then he grabbed the female ghost's neck and slowly, slowly, strangled her harder and harder.

The eternal night spreading to the east quietly stopped its expansion, as if it had reached its limit, and then began to shrink little by little.

Li Yuan is still running, still asking the emperor to persist.

But the road is really too far.

Li Yuan has never traveled such a long distance.

He was the only one left on this road.

What's left is coldness and darkness.

He was carrying the Human Emperor on his back and had no idea what great changes were taking place in the imperial capital.

The prince died.

The second prince Ji He stretched out his hands and put his arms into the golden nine-dragon robe with a smile on his face.

He turned around and walked into the palace hall, heading towards the high dragon chair.

The throne is cold.

Therefore, only those who are cold-blooded enough are worthy of him.

Before he took the throne, Ji He only thought about killing the prince. Now that he looked at the throne, he felt countless troubles coming towards him.

A few days later.

The historian agreed on the posthumous title.

The Human Emperor was powerful, defeated the Southern Barbarians, and reunified the mountains and rivers. Although he was worthy of being a holy king, he later killed many officials and warriors brutally, and the people did not suffer well under his rule. Natural disasters continued, and the country was in turmoil. Nothing was done.

"Just call me Wu Lie."

Although the new emperor hated the tyrant, he did not give him a bad posthumous title. Instead, he gave him a rare double posthumous title, which was regarded as a beautiful posthumous title.

The historians discussed it and found no objection.

Therefore, "Emperor Wu Lie of Zhou" became the title of this human emperor.

And just when this posthumous title was decided, the long-lost sunshine actually shone on those areas that were submerged in eternal night.

The ice and snow began to melt, turning into a gurgling stream, soaking the soil and sand

However, these things have nothing to do with Emperor Wu Lie of Zhou in the history books.

A few strokes of Spring and Autumn can determine the achievements of an emperor.

Li Yuan quickened his pace, and at the end of his sight, he finally saw the entrance to the cemetery surrounded by densely packed huge black icicles. He didn't know where it was.

"We're here! We're here!"

He shouted, "Don't sleep, don't sleep!"

He ran towards the God's Tomb. At the entrance of the cemetery, a crow with fluttering wings flew out.

However, Li Yuan suddenly paused.

He glanced sideways.

The old man is dead.

This road is too long, and not even the Human Emperor can survive it.

The crow stopped, and Li Yuan looked at the old man silently.

The white hair hangs quietly in the freezing night.

Li Yuan was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed at himself.

This year Ji Hu is forty-nine years old. As the strongest man in the world, he should have tried his best to find a way to extend his longevity, but he couldn't find it. It would be no problem to live for another thirty or forty years.

What does heaven, earth, and the common people have to do with Ji Hu?

Even he, Li Yuan, may not have had good intentions when he gave away the colorful horned snail.

He just wanted to save Yan Yu.

Therefore, he wanted to grab this heavy chess piece called the Human Emperor and throw it into the abyss, exchanging one piece for another, one piece dead and one piece alive, that's all.

"What a silly son."

He hugged the old man, smiled, and suddenly closed his eyes. Two lines of tears fell from his cheeks and fell on the old man's wrinkled face.

After a long time, he raised his hands and handed the old man's body to the crow.

The crow took the body to the cemetery, followed by Li Yuan.

In the cemetery, he watched the old man being buried in a coffin, but everyone knew that the Human Emperor was dead, and the spirit cemetery could not resurrect the dead.

Li Yuan looked at the quiet woman guarding the tomb, and Xiao Lu also looked at him, looking at each other speechlessly.

A few days later, he walked back alone along the long road he came from.

Is it painful to live forever?

It's not bitter, of course it's not bitter, because immortality can go through all kinds of life.

It's just that I'm temporarily heartbroken. Just take it easy. Just take it easy and you'll be fine.

The young man walked alone in the ice and snow. He let out a deep sigh for a long time, and then stubbornly murmured to himself: "Longevity is not bitter."

The fairyland of the East China Sea.

East.

Surrounded by purple energy, the ancient palace as towering as a mountain is located here, and all the deep broken voids have been bridged.

The door as high as the sky was pushed open.

The 11-man team partnered by Taixuanzong and the Five Spirits Alliance set out again.

Terrifying blood demons rushed towards the face. The flesh and blood of these blood demons were exaggeratedly condensed, and their hardness exceeded the level of living muscles.

In fact, any blood demon can easily destroy a Li Ping'an clone.

The method used by these eleven people is also very ancient, which is to let Li Ping'an's clone attract the blood demon while they attack from the side.

After all, it would be extremely difficult for them to directly kill a Blood Demon without using trump cards.

"I really don't know how this blood demon was formed, but during this period of time, it seems that these blood demons are from the same ethnic group." A man in gold robe said.

In fact, other people have already seen it.

These completely blood-stained monsters are all top-level existences of the third level, and they all look similar. It is as if people from a certain clan came here, but all of them went crazy and turned into irrational blood demons.

However, this ancient palace has existed for an unknown period of time. For any life, the palace is a tomb buried deep in the other world. How can there be any ethnic group in it?

An atmosphere of suspense emerged.

However, everyone did not say anything more. There were too many strange things in ancient times. They could not know and study them one by one. All they could do was to practice in this ancient temple quickly and quickly break through to the legendary level. Second grade.

In this space, in addition to the massive amount of spiritual energy pouring in from outside, there is also a special, inexplicable power. The sect leaders have all noticed this power. They began to try to absorb this power, and then slowly explored a path to a higher level.

Soon, they quickly found a place closer to the door in this dazzling and vast ancient palace.

Li Ping'an was responsible for using his clone to lure away the approaching blood demon.

But the clone is not flesh and blood after all, and sometimes it is impossible to attract special blood demons.

Therefore, the usefulness of cannon fodder is reflected.

In the past, there were not so many cannon fodder in the East China Sea Immortal Territory.

But things are different now. The ancestral land of the human world is full of fools vying to be cannon fodder.

Three days and three nights later.

The practice of this group of people seemed to have reached a limit, and their long stay seemed to lead to something deep in the ancient palace.

Eleven people left normally.

As they walked, a charming woman looked back and looked into the depths, saying, "This should be the Ancient Palace of Life."

Everyone agreed.

A man with a stiff face, followed by three tall puppets, said in a hoarse voice: "I don't know if there are people planting fruits deep here. If you can get it, let alone the second grade, you can expect it to be the first grade. "

"Take it easy."

Another person said, "Get out of here first, the future will be long."

The bank of Huangquan Road was filled with gorgeous red flowers at some point.

Many people are dragging their feet, walking on this road.

These are actually the people who have died in the past few decades.

The souls of the people never went to reincarnation, but went to the underworld and became ghosts.

But there is no reincarnation in the underworld.

Therefore, they also have no direction.

However, when there are too many ghosts, it becomes a tide.

The tide has a direction, and the ghost tide naturally has a direction too.

The ghost tide pushed every dead person away. No one knew where they were going. They were all numb. They only looked at the direction of the person in front of them and moved their steps mechanically, following closely without thinking. Fall behind.

But in the ghost tide, a man with an ugly face paused, but soon, he also walked into the ghost tide, becoming an insignificant light in it.

The swaying and roaring underworld is still calm.

On the luxurious coffin, a woman in a green dress was sitting at the head of the coffin. She seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, her eyes were looking into the distance blankly, and she was muttering "Yuan Yuan."

The coffins are like boats, passing by the ghost tide and missing.

The ugly man's sight was blocked and he did not see the coffin.

Naturally, the woman in the green skirt on the coffin would not look at the little ghost in the ghost tide.

She is already the supreme being in the underworld.

But she also has troubles.

She clung to the remaining thread in her memory, murmuring day after day, year after year.

"Yuan Yuan."