The Human Emperor

"Hehe, are you worried about me?"

Shenghuang smiled and shook his head, but his eyes were still looking forward, looking at the entire capital to the south.

"Yes!"

Gao Lishi said, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes.

No one understands the situation of the holy emperor better than him, and the time left for him is running out.

"Your Majesty, can't that matter be stopped? With your current situation, that will increase your burden."

Gao Lishi said, his voice seemed to be indicative.

"Yuanzhong, I know what you are thinking, but life and death are the same. The world is like this. No one can escape. You have been with me for so long. Isn't that clear?"

The Holy Emperor said lightly, calling out Gao Lishi's "word" for the first time.

The well-known Gao Lishi is not Gao, he has another name, and the word is "Yuanzhong".

When Gao Lishi heard the familiar name, his whole body trembled, his eyes became more and more sad, and the holy emperor's voice still came in his ears:

"...Moreover, that thing is the only thing I can leave to Middle-earth and this empire, and it is also the only thing that can help him after you and me!"

The Emperor didn't say who he was, but Gao Lishi already understood.

"The old slave understands that as long as your majesty wants it, the old slave will do his best to complete it!"

Gao Lishi suddenly bowed and said.

There was silence in the hall, and suddenly there was no sound. Gao Lishi looked startled, raised his head, and looked forward, but he saw the corner of the holy emperor’s mouth, and he did not know when a puff of blood poured out.

Gao Lishi's heart trembled, and he hurried forward, took out a dark red pill, and served the Holy Emperor to swallow it. In a short time, the Holy Emperor's breath gradually calmed down, but his entire face became a little sick.

"Nothing, you go down first and let me stay a while!"

Shenghuang waved his hand and said.

Gao Lishi was worried, but did not defy, bowed and exited the hall.

...

Time slowly passed. In the blink of an eye, it was a few days. Unexpectedly, Song Wang's proposal to form a new cabinet was quickly passed.

The entire Datang was calm, but Wang Chong's worries were getting stronger and stronger.

In the early morning, Wang Chong was in the mansion, looking at the treasures piled up in front of him. This is the various treasures of heaven, material and earth sent by aristocratic families and sectarian giants in the martial arts after receiving Wang Chong's instruction.

Wang Chong only said that he needed all kinds of top treasures to heal his wounds. He didn't mention the Holy Emperor, which immediately caused great changes in the world. All kinds of treasures are constantly being sent, which is difficult for ordinary people to see in a lifetime. The treasures are all piled up in front of Wang Chong at this moment.

What Zhuguo, Linggen, Centennial Polygonum multiflorum, Millennium Lingvine... all appeared in front of Wang Chong.

But looking at these treasures, Wang Chong only sighed deeply. He used his mental power to investigate. Although these heavenly materials and earth treasures are full of aura, they may have little effect on the power of the Saint Emperor, who is close to the Divine Martial Realm.

"Hey, is there no way?"

Wang Chong sighed deeply, his eyebrows beating, for some reason, he always had a very bad feeling during this period.

Lowering his head, Wang Chong looked at the piece of Pisces jade pendant in his hand, which was given to him by the holy emperor in the apse. So far, this piece of Pisces jade pendant with countless secrets seems to be better than this kind of heaven. Tibao is more reliable.

"Report!"

When Wang Chong once again concentrated his mental power on the Pisces jade pendant, suddenly, the door of the palace was knocked open from the outside by a huge force, and a Jin Wu under Wang Chong’s command The captain of the guard hurried in:

"Master, Grandpa is here!"

"what?"

Wang Chong frowned, surprised.

Wang Chong and Gao Gonggong are already quite familiar. Although Gao Gonggong rarely visits Wang Chong's mansion, Jin Wuwei needn't be so anxious just to report a piece of news, right?

However, Wang Chong didn't have time to think deeply. The next moment, the air surging, a violent wind rushed in from outside the hall, and the wind did not stop. A familiar figure dressed in a moiré brocade followed the air flow and walked in.

"Grandpa Gao!"

Seeing the figure at the threshold, Wang Chong was shocked and his eyes widened.

This is not the first time Wang Chong has seen Father Gao!

In Wang Chong’s impression, the first sage eunuch of the Tang Dynasty, the holy emperor’s confidant and close minister, was always so "round and jade", like a Maitreya Buddha with a smile, and his rosy face was him. The most known feature.

However, Father Gao who appeared at the gate at this moment was completely different from what Wang Chong had in mind.

His figure was directly thinner, extremely thin, and the original red face, with fine lines, looked much older, and without the previous "beads and jade run", he looked like an ordinary old man.

In his eyes, Wang Chong also saw a deep sense of oldness and sadness.

At this moment, Wang Chong was shocked.

He had never thought that in such a short time, Father Gao had changed so much and became so old.

"boom!"

At the gate, before Gao Gong opened his mouth, the next moment, a familiar voice, like Hong Zhong Dalu, suddenly sounded in Wang Chong's mind:

"Special event, True Dragon Twilight!"

"Although the tortoise has a longevity, there is still a time when the snake rides the fog, and it will eventually become dust. A generation of Mingjun is about to fall!"

...

"Boom!"

With this sound, a phantom appeared in front of Wang Chong's eyes.

Amidst the thunderbolts, countless thunder and lightning phantoms flew past Wang Chong's eyes, and the dark clouds rolled, and Wang Chong’s ears rang out loudly, as if there were endless cavalry and infantry roaring, from The ground rushed past, and the sound of horses hissing, sword fighting, horns, and painful groans rang.

In the midst of the sky full of troops, Wang Chong clearly saw a huge figure like a mountain, dressed in a mian suit, holding a long sword, rumbling, commanding the army to rush forward like a flood.

Under the leadership of the emperor, countless soldiers rushed through the four directions and defeated all their opponents. The flags of foreign races continued to fall one after another, finally winning the final victory.

However, no matter how powerful the existence is, there will always be times to fall.

Immediately after the victory of the war, the huge emperor's figure shined like a bright sun, guiding the existence of everyone, rumbling, and finally fell heavily in front of Wang Chong's eyes.

The world is bleak!

"The twilight of the true dragon is unchangeable. The host still has a chance to see the last side of the true dragon and gain the inheritance of the true dragon!"

The sound of the Stone of Destiny sounded in my ears at the same time.

"boom!"

As if a thunderbolt fell, Wang Chong trembled all over, his face instantly became extremely pale, and all the blood quickly faded clean.

"How could this be?"

Wang Chong's heart came and went one after another. At this moment, it seemed that all the power was flowing away from under his feet, and the whole person was almost unsteady.

"Wang Chong..."

At this moment, at the gate, Gao Lishi's hair on the temples danced wildly, his lips trembled, his voice was hoarse, and there was a sense of sadness:

"Your Majesty has an order to call you into the palace saint!"

That short sentence seemed to exhaust all his power.

...

Wang Chong passed through the gate, boarded the carriage, and walked along the streets towards the palace, leaning against the cold carriage wall, Wang Chong's mind was still muddled and blank.

He heard the "driving" of the coachman outside the carriage, and heard what a famous guard at the palace gate seemed to say. He quickly opened the palace gate and let the carriage enter... Finally stopped.

"Master, here it is!"

Outside the carriage, a low voice said.

Wang Chong opened the door of the car and walked down. As soon as he looked up, he saw the towering Tai Chi Hall in front of him.

The sky was dark and gloomy.

Under the dark clouds, the Tai Chi Hall towers majestically, like a big Peng spreading its wings, suspending the sky, giving people a huge sense of oppression and grandeur.

However, for some reason, seeing this Tai Chi Hall again, Wang Chong suddenly felt an extremely heavy and sad feeling in his heart.

"Wang Chong, go in, your Majesty has been waiting for a long time!"

Father Gao came over with a sad expression on his face.

Wang Chong climbed up the stairs and walked to the top of Bai Yudanchi, stretched his palm and pushed open the heavy door of Taiji Hall.

"Squeak!"

The voice was as long as it echoed for thousands of years, and Wang Chong crossed the threshold and quickly walked in.

There was a bit of coldness in the Taiji Hall, and there was dead silence around it. There was no sound. Wang Chong raised his head and saw the familiar figure on the tall Kowloon throne just above the main hall.

The Saint Emperor was wearing a dragon robe, leaning on his side, with one arm supporting his head, as if lost in thought.

"You came."

A voice rang in Wang Chong's ear. In the hall, the Holy Emperor spoke as if he had just woke up.

He slowly sat up straight, and at the same time, a majestic aura was like a masculine fire and a majestic wave, swept out of his body, filling the entire hall.

In the Tai Chi Hall, the cold and dead smell was all dissipated in an instant, giving people a feeling of sunshine.

And on the Nine Dragon Throne, Wang Chong clearly saw that the holy emperor’s pale cheeks suddenly burst into blood, his expression majestic and calm, once again restored to Wang Chong’s impression of the wise martial arts, respected by thousands of people. Shengjun image.

If it hadn't been for the sound of the Stone of Destiny, Wang Chong might not have cared yet, but at this moment, looking at the familiar figure in his memory, Wang Chong felt a deep sadness in his heart.

But just for a moment, Wang Chong concealed all the sadness and sorrow in his heart.

Time reincarnated again and again, and at the end, it was the moment when the Holy Emperor fell.

Time is limited, and Wang Chong knows very well that there is definitely an important thing for the Holy Emperor to summon him at the last moment of his life. He never wants to see his face sad.

"Please see your Majesty! Long live my emperor!"

Wang Chong took a deep breath, his expression was calm, his eyes were firm, and he quickly knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully in the hall.

"Get up, don't be polite!"

In the hall, seeing Wang Chong, the corner of Shenghuang's mouth slowly revealed a smile.

For some reason, seeing that smile, Wang Chongran felt a bit sour in his heart.