my universe in a bottle

Chapter 211 The Emperor Passes Away
"It's you again." Yang Tiansheng fell silent in his heart.

In a sense.

His life has been too hard, he has been running around all his life, living is more tiring than dying, and he wanted to spend his old age peacefully at the last time.

But he entered the world, and the woman he liked didn't like him either.

He sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but look at this race named "Monster Beast".

Seeing this, there were some waves in my heart.

"This race belongs to the extreme group."

"Humanized beast, animalized human, the two forms are very special, it should be a new branch of the martial arts system."

"However, although this family is powerful, it has a violent temperament and animal nature, which may become a hidden danger."

He was pleasantly surprised for a few seconds, and was delighted to see Lie Xin:
"This monster is the starting point, which can make the martial arts world of martial arts have many possibilities. Who are you? Why do you help us like this?? Our martial arts world used to have a relationship with you?"

"It's just a choice, it's up to you to choose." The voice had disappeared.

"Choose?"

He suddenly laughed, "My path is still here after all, it seems that I will be exhausted after all."

Since I want to spend the rest of my life in an ordinary way, I can't ask for it.

Instead of being immersed in the emotion of broken love, thinking about the beautiful figure of that girl every day, thinking about her, it is better to continue to push the times to numb yourself.

"Forget it, forget it, maybe this is my destiny in this life!"

He raised his head and sighed, with a determination in his heart, "Love, ordinary, is destined to have no fate with me, and this life is tied to the word of martial arts."

On this day, Yang Tiansheng, who wanted to retire, returned to Wushen Mountain again.

In his later years, he began to exert the last residual heat again.

Although he was exhausted and drowsy every day, he had a lot of experience.

This old man led the aristocrats of various aristocratic families and holy places to study new martial arts secret books.

"This is a test. I will assist you to test whether you can carry the future."

At this point, the "Ancestor of Monster Beasts" was gradually developed with the perfection of a famous genius in the Martial God Palace, and this line of animalization and demonization began to be born.

Budo calendar 2931 years.

The Emperor Tiansheng spread the method of cultivating demons, which benefited the common people.

Humans have also begun to appear various new martial arts era systems.

The martial art of complete animalization belongs to a kind of magic art, and even the entire population is not human, and the child bred is actually a little monster!

This method is powerful and irreversible.

The real martial arts masters disdain to practice.

What's more popular is that some of these martial arts, various flying wing skills, have become popular, which facilitates the travel of many strong people.

Just very gorgeous.

All kinds of gold wings of local tyrants, at first glance, seem to have come to the earthy world of legendary page games.

There are even individual gorgeous warrior styles, the holy sons of certain sects, flying in the sky, wearing a pair of golden Chelsea, golden wings, and long purple hair with a shawl.

"It seems that the aesthetics of this world still needs to be improved."

Looking at this scene, Li Qing couldn't help laughing and shook his head.

Of course, there is no idea of ​​forcibly distorting the aesthetics.

He is just a small child, affecting the general trend of this era, it is impossible to cover everything and interfere with such a small matter.

What's more, aesthetics change with the times.

This kind of exaggerated and gorgeous clothing style will sooner or later be eliminated with the development of the times and its rich heritage.

And this natural emperor finally surprised Li Qing.

Unexpectedly, under his own little influence, he continued to promote the progress of the times, laid the foundation stone in this era, completed each of his prototype conjectures, and became a very influential martial arts emperor.

"Calculating the entire history of creation, it is rare to have such an emperor who is diligent, unobtrusive, and conscientious in promoting the age of civilization."

In the sense of the times at present, it is more impetus to the times than the emperor who has been reading books and studying secret books.

The Son of Heaven walks on a piece of land.

This is an extremely small civilization. He passed through a long and narrow world tunnel and came here, and saw the stone tablet in front of the passage, with the names of heroes of the era written on it.

"Is this the original wizarding world?"

"That one, the original hometown?"

The emperor raised his head and walked in Ning Guochang's remains, the first three rooms and one hall.

After recovering from his injuries these days, he was not in a hurry to find the other party for a decisive battle, but was absorbing the experience of that battle and began to improve his "Heavenly Heart Jue".

Every battle worth paying attention to is very sacred to him, and he must reach the peak of his skills before looking for the opponent.

Go all out.

That is respect for one's own martial arts, and it is also respect for the enemy.

To know that in his life, there is only a little hobby.

One is an evenly matched enemy.

The second is to collect novel and interesting martial arts cheats.

And he took advantage of this period of time to improve and familiarize himself with "Heavenly Heart Jue", and came to this so-called original wizarding world.

He saw an original world tree.

There is also a huge abyss sea water world.

The world tree is an entity, and it is impossible for the soul to ascend through it. The world tree of Minnis was rebuilt there.

Here is the original world tree.

"Ah, when can we step into legend and ascend to the upper realm?"

"so hard."

On the street, someone is walking.

It is still very prosperous here, with its own dynasty.

This wizarding world has not been abandoned, and there are still creatures living here, but the civilization has almost stopped.

When they reach a certain level, they will ascend to the big world.

Tread.

The emperor frowned.

He passed through the guards of the elves, came to this original world tree, entered the heavily sealed secret passage left by Minis, and easily saw a fossilized tree figure, sitting quietly on the throne.

"Atabia?"

He said softly:

"What a glorious era that was, it's really fascinating. Even the black hand who is grazing our civilization now, the elf god king Minis, has become inconspicuous under the shadow of those two radiant statues."

Unfortunately, in this era, no one can awaken this existence.

Perhaps, only the true god who has completed the path of demigod has the power to awaken the opponent.

"Pity"

The emperor looked at the statue quietly, "Unfortunately, you and I are not in the same era."

"The mythical heroes who once swung their knives at the ancient gods. And the ancient gods, what kind of great existence." He whispered.

"Five days, another 500 years, it's time to go back."

The voice fell, the whole figure suddenly melted, and the emperor had returned.

Budo calendar 2991 years.

A piece of news resounded throughout the world:

The Emperor Tiansheng was seriously ill and was about to pass away.

When people heard the news, many sects were blown away, and when they thought about his life, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

He rose up in the darkest era of the entire martial arts era, hibernated all the way, and finally turned out, killed eight dark and corrupt people, and pacified the troubled times!
It was he who opened up the world's martial arts unique knowledge, most of the demigod fate maps, a total of 67 fate maps, and various cheat classics, allowing the common people to completely see the future of the demigod realm and reveal their true face.

It was still him who proposed the theory of integrating the home of the great world, integrating the Eight Desolate Continents into the Four Domains for the sake of the world.

Even before he died, he used the last embers of his life to ignite the last fireworks, and then dragged the development of the demon martial arts system to open up a new martial arts future for future generations.

Bow down and die.

His life achievements are unprecedented and opened up a great era.

A born emperor, a person lives up to his name, and his whole life belongs to the name of the emperor, born a pure emperor.

Of course, this sickly coughing blood existence was about to pass away, and people also remembered the previous emperor, who was also sickly like this.

What truth is hidden on the Martial Dao Continent?
Is there really a high-dimensional civilization that is grazing their continent?
All this is alarming.

And when Yang Tiansheng was about to die, even the famous martial arts doctor said that he hadn't lived for half a year, but he still didn't die.

Forcibly holding on, a miracle was created.

The old man on the hospital bed seemed to have a strong spirit supporting him, as if he was waiting for someone.

Budo calendar 3000 years.

The old man was lying on the bed sickly, with loose skin and cloudy eyes.

The Martial Dao Emperor, who once shook an era with power and majesty, was a tall young man with great talent and ambition, who overthrew the darkness and decay, but in the end he could not withstand the erosion of injuries and years.

"Ahem!" The old man suddenly coughed violently.

Cough!

Suddenly, another cough sounded in the Martial God Palace.

The old man suddenly became quiet, with that familiar coughing sound, time seems to have returned to the foot of the mountain more than 900 years ago, the handsome and powerful young man in white looked at his only head left.

"Son of Heaven."

The eye sockets of the old man on the hospital bed were wet. He forcibly dragged his death and waited for nine years, just to wait until the next millennium of the emperor's decree, 3000 years.

He wanted to wait for an answer.

He hoped that the emperor had not died, and that the martial arts civilization still had a future.

And now, he finally got the answer he wanted, and the request from the Emperor Ling came as promised.

The old man's eyes were cloudy and white, and he couldn't see anything, his vision seemed to be covered in a mist.

"I know you're back." The old man whispered, "I'm sure you're not dead. The body isn't really dead."

"So, you insisted on it until now?"

The Son of Heaven suddenly coughed violently and covered his lips with a handkerchief, but blood still gushed out.

"Yeah, I want to get an answer. It doesn't matter if I'm dead if you're still alive. If you're dead... we'll have no future."

The old man only moved his lips, and looked at the ceiling dully: "I'm ready for the emperor's decree this time. Although there are still many things I haven't researched yet."

But in fact, most of them were impossible to study.

The emperor did not say this word.

What more can he say?
Everything is a beautiful misunderstanding?

Or something else?
He didn't want to say anything, breaking the opponent's will was more cruel than killing people.

I remember the first time we met, this boy was fighting against the eight dark decays of Wushen Mountain, and only one head remained, at the foot of the mountain.

Then go outside the void.

After just five days of fighting with those high-dimensional civilization guys, 500 years have passed by the time they return.

That weak man back then climbed to the top again, completely defeated his opponent, and became the greatest martial arts emperor in the new era.

He is now.

Still just continued to go out for five days.

Went to the Wizarding World.

When it returns, another 500 years have passed, and the hero of the era who was full of vigor back then has become an old man, and is about to usher in the end of his era.

Two or five days is just a moment in his eyes.

Only three of them met.

It has already penetrated the opponent's youth, peak, and twilight.

It is very rare for the emperor to sit by the side and communicate with this old man. They chatted a lot.

Yang Tiansheng shared a lot of experience and knowledge, no matter it was useful or not, and told the mysterious voice from outside the sky, what he was providing for himself.

"It's him."

The emperor was not surprised, but just said something.

After a pause, he said:

"That senior, it seems that I didn't take responsibility because I didn't like it, and treated this era of martial arts indifferently, and treated you indifferently. He didn't like it, that's why he came to this, and he helped me."

"Maybe I was wrong. When I actually see him, I will apologize." The emperor seemed a little guilty.

The old man on the hospital bed trembled and opened his lips.

There are too many doubts in his heart, even the emperor reacts like this, what kind of existence is it?

Unfortunately, he has no time to ask anything.

Seeing the Son of Heaven for the last time and getting the news that he is still alive, he has completely fulfilled his wish, and he has no fear of facing death at all, only free and easy.

In his eyes, this coughing and ill figure is extremely reliable in his eyes.

Even with the filter added.

"The age is long, the long years, who can escape?" The familiar young man smiled kindly, gently stroking the old man's face with his hand.

Feeling the temperature on his face, this old man who had dedicated his whole life to the advancement of the times couldn't bear it any longer, and wept loudly in this silent Valkyrie Palace.

"Please be sure to win. I have broken free from my cage, so I will see the seniors. I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

The emperor did not answer, and was silent for a while.

He still remembered the familiar scene from the last battle, the boy with only his head left had a similar voice.

It's just that teenagers have become old people.

"I heard your appeal, no cage can trap me."

He suddenly became serious, turned around and walked outside, picked up the 1000-year-old Emperor's Order, and didn't have the slightest nostalgia for this blood-stained Martial God Mountain.

In the 3000th year of the martial arts calendar, Emperor Tiansheng passed away. The whole world mourned in silence, and every household hung white silk.

　today there is no
　　
　
(End of this chapter)