Devouring The Heavens

Some people are constantly pursuing power, but in the end they are unable to get out of this circle in the circle of power. Instead, they have shackled their life-long cultivation, which is indeed sad.

Hearing Xuanyuan's words, Yuan'er fluttered and laughed: "Poor Pig-headed Emperor."

"Hahaha, who called him so cheap..." Xuanyuan smiled heartily and looked at the stars in the sky. Once upon a time, he was alone, in the vast world, every day was chased and killed by others, hatred, many people They all want to deprive themselves of everything, and by virtue of their own strength, they struggle to survive. Until today, Xuanyuan found that he has completely settled here, and the people around him are like their loved ones.

They are willing to accompany their own life and death. Everyone has their own common belief. This is the biggest gain after they come to this world. Instead of saying that Xuanyuan wants to protect the'Central China', it is better to say that it is necessary to protect the people who are in this world. They, he did not want to compete for dominance in the emperor road, only to kill a piece of his own world, but to settle down, not to let his life control in the hands of others, do not have to live like a cross-street mouse, everyone shouting.

"It's really enviable." Ba Ji suddenly felt emotion and realized.

At this moment, what he revealed is that there is nothing to control the atmosphere of the world, but there is the warmth of a family, maybe this is Xuanyuan.

Jiang Yan was also in a trance for a moment. Actually, Xuanyuan didn't want much, but it was a matter of the world, a little exciting, and a little forced. At this stage, it was all forced by others, sometimes people were alive. There are many things that you can't help yourself, even if you don't want to do it.

If no one had forced Xuanyuan to death from the beginning, Xuanyuan would not struggle to the point where it is today.

What a person becomes is composed of countless individuals in the world, because of their behavior, a person is constructed.

Xuanyuan took a deep breath, quietly looking at the blue night sky, watching the silver moon hanging, watching the galaxy, and there was a moment of tranquility and peace in his heart. Everyone did not speak, just quietly thinking about their own thing.

At this moment, a teleportation portal descended from the sky and manifested in front of everyone. The pig-headed emperor's black robe tumbling without a trace of veins on it, and the black-colored cloak flaunted, making people look as if they were in the void universe. That kind of darkness seems to suck people in.

The thick black hair is flying, and the pig-head emperor can never return to the appearance of the pig-head dog body. Of course, he can do it as long as he wants, but it is so unbearable to look back in the past. He is very handsome and domineering. It seems that he does not become this look, which is not enough to restore the majesty he lost when he was a pig-headed dog.

In the middle of the air, there are nine ancient altars the size of a water tank, carved with seals from 10,000 years ago, covered with mud seals, covered with avenues, and scented with wine, allowing them to slowly settle and brew over the years , Glow.