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"Is it over?" The streets of Weicheng, the dusty Zheng Zimu, looking at the mess all over the ground, said in dismay.

"It's over."

"Who won?"

"No one won." The answer was that he was a young man, shaking his head, and the man turned and left.

"No one wins?" Zheng Zimu murmured to himself.

The king of God left, and the young talents left here.

Xia Xiaoxiao was taken away by the people from the lake.

After a short half an hour, the only people left on the ruins were those from the Dragon Dynasty of the Xia Dynasty, long Wan'er, and the old man.

Seeing the old man, Zheng Zimu took a breath of cool air and walked up to salute him: "master."

The old man looked at him and sighed, "go back! It's all over. "

Zheng Zimu did not go, looked at long Wan'er: "I want to know the end."

Long Wan'er looked at him: "two months later, you will know the end."

Two months?

Weimu finally got no answer.

The sky gradually darkened, the darkness engulfed the whole earth, the cold wind became colder, and the breath of winter seemed to be strong at this moment.

In the distant land, the ancient city of Ji's family, the same event happened.

Ji's eldest son, Ji Wushuang, was imprisoned in the family prison for helping Ji ling'er escape from the ancient city.

On the day of Ji ling'er's return, she was so angry that she burned most of her mansion. Finally, she rescued her brother and sent him out of the ancient city.

The whole ancient city was boiling over with this. The second and third Childs offered their advice one after another. The elder of the family was very angry. The contemporary owner of the house even tried to capture the eldest son.

Everyone knows that Ji's family has no eldest son since then. His accomplishments have been abolished and refuted the will of the family. This is quite against the heaven!

Three days later, goose feather like snowflakes began to fall.

At the edge of the Archean battlefield, a figure staggered away, fast, and then came a roar from behind. She looked tight and rushed to the outside world without looking back.

But strangely, the fierce beast behind him no longer chased, as if he felt something, screamed in horror, and turned to dive deeper into the Archaean battlefield.

Rather small Qian is astonished, looked at after death, murmur: "what happened?"

She stopped, as if feeling, looking at a certain hill, the line of sight a coagulation: "good strong breath, God King come?"

In the distance, the mountain top is not high, only hundreds of meters. At the foot of the mountain, there are cypresses and green vines. He stands there quietly, his figure is like a dream, and his figure is unreal.

Suddenly, he looked at Ning Xiaoqian and said, "have you seen it?"

Ning Xiaoqian awe inspiring, cold sweat DC, voice some shudder: "do not know the elder said who?"

Zhong Liangshan said again: "poor and strange."

Rather small Qian facial expression spreads white, the pupil shrinks: "no, did not see." She wanted to see it, but she couldn't see it. She didn't know how many powerful beasts were revived these days.

Just a moment ago, a fourth level fierce beast killed her and almost didn't tear her.

Zhong Liangshan no longer talks much and steps into the Archaean battlefield.

Ning Xiaoqian swallows a constant foam, head also does not return to run, in the heart nervous to the extreme, she is sure that is a God King, even more unable to understand, South zhanzhou when there is a God King?

The Taigu battlefield is misty and covered with mountains and mountains. It is surrounded by the murderous atmosphere left by the ancient times. Here, there are many bones and bones, and even fierce beasts will rush out of the soil and bite them when they walk.

For millions of years, the Archean battlefield has been listed as a forbidden zone of life, and ordinary practitioners dare not enter here.

All the way down Zhong Liangshan's way, the fierce beasts on the way fled one after another, like ants on the pot. If anyone saw such a scene, they would be shocked.

There are a lot of terrible things in the Archaean battlefield. Murderous spirit is another thing. The powerful fierce beasts and monsters are only the second. What is frightening is the taboos left here.

And these taboos, even the God King can easily obliterate, but Zhong Liangshan has no taboo, diameter, creepy.

A few hours later, his steps stopped in front of a mountain range.

Then a deep voice came out: "man, get out of here."

Zhong Liangshan shook his head: "I want to see the demon emperor."

The voice was like a drum: "the demon emperor is sleeping, leave here, or kill."

Zhong Liangshan was silent for a moment, and then said, "please tell the demon emperor that Zhong Liangshan has come to see him."

Zhong Liangshan?

The name is a little familiar.

The voice was silent. Then there was a rustling sound. There were figures in the mountains. They were all fluffy and white. They were similar in shape to gorillas. They all looked at Zhong Liangshan, which was shrouded in mist.

Five thousand years ago, the young master of their poor family broke through the seal and broke out to challenge the contemporary black swordsman. Unexpectedly, he was killed by the black swordsman at the border.If they remember correctly, the black swordsman in those days was Zhong Liangshan.

Now, five thousand years later, he stepped here again.

After a while, an old and poor man came out of the mountains with a slow pace. Its body was much bigger than ordinary poverty. It was ten meters long. Its white hair was extremely dense. Its eyes were deep and impressive.

Old poor Qi came to Zhong Liangshan and said in a low voice, "are you afraid of death?"

Zhong Liangshan said: "not afraid, because Liangshan is already a dead man." Even though he maintained his state with secret arts, he still could not suppress the vast breath of death.

It is also because of the feeling of Zhong Liangshan's state that a group of poor wizards did not run away, because he has died, and now only a wisp of obsession is left.

Old poor strange way: "follow me."

The mountains are very vast, and the distance between ancient trees is also very large, which is different from the ordinary area, because the poor body size has large and small, which is to meet the needs of their activities.

After walking for half an hour or so, old poor Qi took him to a dark dark tan. Several willows fell down and swayed with the wind. Even in winter, the willows were thick and vigorous.

In front of you tan, there is an empty place with an area of about 100 meters. The winter sun just falls down, shining on a huge poor body.

The poor man was sleeping, lying on his back, looking lazy.

The demon emperor.

Who could have thought that a generation of demon emperor should be like this?

Zhong Liangshan was silent. He seemed to feel the state of the demon emperor and frowned.

Old poor Qi sighed: "since the first World War in those years, the demon emperor suffered heavy damage, the spirit was sealed, sometimes sober, sometimes turbid, most of them were in deep sleep."

Zhong Liangshan frowned: "now?"

Old poor Qi said again: "need to wait, the demon emperor recovers every ten years, the time is three months, you come just in time, a month later is exactly the time when the demon emperor wakes up."

Hearing the speech, Zhong Liangshan also breathed a sigh of relief.