Emperor’s Domination

Far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, far, away, the giants of this era still exist

There are several remaining eras that the place of exploration can call out, but the remnants of each era are a dead end, and no life survives.

But the wilderness was different, and many of their wilderness giants survived.

However, these surviving giants will always have to sleep in this residual era and will always have to be buried beneath this broken wall.

Because they no longer belong to this age, they belong to a time gone by, and if they want to leave the wilderness, they will surely die. Once they step out of the wilderness, hundreds of millions of years will pass on them, even if they are stronger, they will not last hundreds of millions of years, and then again, they will be extinguished.

The wilderness is vast, and there are many places that are extremely dangerous. Even when the Great Immortal King arrives, he will not necessarily be able to retreat, or even perish here.

In a deserted place, mysterious and bizarre, very few people are involved here, even the Great Immortal King of the Ten Fates is not necessarily willing to be involved here.

The place is far and away, but it is at the heart of the desert.

Here is the fog, the whole place is surrounded by mysterious powers, and it is difficult for the outside world to look inside, because it is also isolated by powerful and incomparable forces.

It's not just the fog, the whole place is dominated by black. Open your eyes and see nothing but haze and darkness in the sky, as if it were semi-dry blood.

In this place, there is one building after another, and this building is probably intact. Every building here is neither gorgeous nor royal. A building made of unknown black stone, every building is simple, yet very practical and very solid.

When a building like this stands here, it gives the impression that it will never collapse, and the buildings made of black stone are so thick that it seems that the sky has collapsed that it is still impossible to crush them.

You know, it's a miracle that most of the buildings will collapse during the remnants of the era, like all the buildings in this place will remain so intact.

In a place like this, if you walk in a building on this seat, you have the illusion that it used to be a sacrifice, even after countless years, you walk in this building as if you can hear the screams of misery, the screams of pain echoing in your ears.

Such delusions are intolerable and the timid are even scared to move on.

In the deepest part of the place, and in the center of the place, there is a black stone altar, which is not extraordinarily large, but extraordinarily fine and very complex. The altar is made of tiny pieces of black stone, and each tiny piece of black stone is seamless, and the entire altar looks like a black stone carved together.

All the buildings here are rough and ordinary, but this altar, like a work of art, has been carved and polished for millions of years.

There was a group of people surrounding the altar, all dressed in black and covered their faces. They were all surrounded by altars, whispering, seemingly praying, seemingly singing in meditation.

At the same time, there is a black coffin on the altar, placed directly in the center of the altar, facing north and south at the tail, with a great power between the heavens and the earth.

This group of people surrounding the altar was the same family of blood in the Vancouver, when the black coffin they had brought had been opened.

This group of blood survivors sang in low voice around the altar, and the language they sang was a language that no one could understand, an ancient language that did not belong to the world.

You know, this place can be called the hub of the desert, and even if you knew there was such a place, you wouldn't necessarily be here, even if you were a mighty king of immortals, you wouldn't necessarily be here, and even if you hadn't come here, you'd probably die on the road.

But unlike the blood family, the blood family has a deeply secret source with the wilderness. For others, the wilderness is a murderous place, and for their blood family, the wilderness is a feeling of home. Of course, it depends on the family accepting them not to accept them.

At this time, dozens of blood family members are chanting around the altar, more precisely around the open black coffin, they seem to be praying, they seem to be talking, and they seem to be praying...

“Z-" At this time, the very slight sound sounded, so slightly difficult to hear, but at this time the blood filament was stretched out in the black coffin.

This is not blood filament, more precisely a red tentacle, but more than just a tentacle attached to the coffin, slowly flowing out along the black coffin, climbing out of the coffin and onto the altar.

Such a bloody red tentacle must look like blood flowing from the black coffin to the altar as it creeps up.

Watching a tiny tentacle filled with black coffins, as if it had grown countless stalks all at once, creeps people out, even when these tentacles creep, makes people feel particularly nauseous and have an impulse to vomit.

The more red tentacles crawl out of the black coffin, the weirder the scene, as if there were countless bloodworms crawling out of the black coffin and into the altar.

And as the red tentacles grew, dozens of blood survivors lowered their voices. At first they still whispered nicely, and then they sang aloud, watching them shake their bodies, giving people a feeling of fire and demonization.

“Years later, you will not rest until your hearts and minds remain unchanged and your entire blood family is slaughtered.” Just as their ceremony reached its climax, a gentle voice suddenly interrupted their ceremony.

The voice suddenly sounded, stopping the whole ceremony, and the red tentacles in the black coffin ran back into the black coffin like they were frightened.

Suddenly, the ceremony was interrupted, and this instantly caused dozens of blood survivors to turn around, and they looked angrily at Li Qi Night, if they had eyes. Even without eyes, one can feel their anger.

It was Li Qi Night who spoke. At this time, Li Qi Night walked in leisurely and relaxed. He just glanced at the very angry blood family and then sat down on the altar. He looked at what was in the black coffin and smiled. He said: "Although the birth of a new life does not necessarily represent a sin, with my personality, should I destroy you all? ”

For a while, all the blood survivors stared at Li Qi Night, even if they didn't have eyes, they all stared at Li Qi Night.

The blood survivors were uncertain, but did not dare to move. Although they did not know the history of Li Qi Night, nor how powerful Li Qi Night was, their special instincts frightened them of the smell emitted by Li Qi Night, as if Li Qi Night was their Ke Xing, he had a different smell, this kind of thing they were terrified of.

“Daoist, we have no malice, we have come here only to pray and not to do evil.” Ultimately one of the blood survivors, covered in black, talked and sounded old, should be the most authoritative of all in the place.

“No malice?” Li Qi Night couldn't help but laugh and say: “It seems to me that when your blood and family show up here, it can no longer be measured in terms of malice. ”

Li Qinight silenced the other party, eventually he slowly said: “Taoist, you have a light, but this does not mean that we want to be dark. We are just a race with life, not a natural evil dark. ”

“Light?” Li Qi Night couldn't help but smile and say with a smile: “I don't know if I have light on me, but I know I am the executioner of the dark creatures! As for who is not born evil dark, some things, that's hard to say. So, do you think I'm the creature who slaughtered the knife? Do you want to cry under me?” Li Qi Night's words shocked each other. Although the blood family has dozens of strong people here, they are very powerful, but they dare not build again. They are afraid of Li Qi Night's unique breath.

According to the blood family, it is Li Qi Night's unique heart, which is the opposite direction of the birth of their race, and it can even be said that this heart is a star of their origins.

“We are not evil creatures.” Ultimately, this family of blood slowly said: "We do not commit evil, we are just a race living in this world, not much different from heaven, demons, gods, and hundreds of people. ”

“Really?” Li Qi smiled with a faint smile. "Who devoured countless lives back then? Of course, since Bangu, all races have killed each other, and countless people have died. Millions of people die, or it's impossible to tell who's the light, who's the dark, but when you cross that line, it's obvious who's coming from the dark. ”

Li Qinight's words silenced the blood family, but eventually the man argued, “We just want to survive, we just want to continue, that's all, we're not talking about dominating the world, we're not talking about replacing other races, we just want to last a generation. ”