The Human Emperor

Inside the magnificent hall, a middle-aged man who looked about forty years old, with a majestic expression and a breath of mountains and seas, dressed in a dragon robe, sat high on the huge throne, motionless.

He looked at the direction of Wang Chong and others, his expression was compassionate and serene, as if he had been waiting for something silently.

When seeing this figure, everyone can't help but feel a sense of respect and respect at the same time.

The first ancestor of humanities, Huangdi Xuanyuan!

When he saw the figure on the throne, a thought flashed in Wang Chong's mind, and he immediately understood something.

This is the source of China's civilization in China.

It was the man on the throne who unified the world, established China, created civilization, cherished things and loved the people, and then there was a continuous civilization of China.

What this man established was not only a great geographical unity, but also the soul of China.

Wang Chong had never thought that he would actually see this Huangdi Xuanyuan in such a way.

But deep down in his heart, Wang Chong knew that he also possessed another unknown identity.

Destiny Experiment No. 2!

When Wang Chong appeared at the gate, he could already feel the call from another stone of destiny in the body in front of him very clearly, and this feeling became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, Wang Chong's heart was also extremely complicated. Even Wang Chong hadn't thought about it at the beginning, that the person on the throne was also a traverser just like himself.

But soon, Wang Chong turned his head and looked at the little nightmare whose spirit body was only left on the side and looked sad. It brushed past Wang Chong and walked towards the hall in despair.

Everything is at a glance. In the depths of the palace, it was the grass that opened up this huge world. This was already known to Wang Chong and Li Xuantu, but for Xiao Nightma, I’m afraid that At this moment, it truly believed the facts in front of it.

The little grass that grew up with it, has been inseparable from its small form, and is regarded as a master by it, and at the same time as a friend, the grass has really gone, and disappeared forever.

"Lord...Master."

When he arrived at the throne, Xiao Nightma finally couldn't help but pounced on the corpse, howling loudly, and those who heard the voice wept.

And Wang Chong couldn't help feeling sorrowful.

Little Nightmare may be just a beast, not a human, but its emotions and soul are actually the same as humans.

"I'm late!"

At the same time, a long sigh, with endless sadness, suddenly sounded throughout the hall.

Just at the center of Wang Chong's eyebrows, a little golden light burst out, and in a flash, the misty brilliance formed a light and shadow in the void. Endless grief.

It is Guang Chengzi!

Wang Chong looked at this figure, but his expression was not the slightest surprise.

This is a spiritual imprint that Guang Chengzi left on him before he set off. What he saw was just an illusory image without any special ability. His body was still on the ground, still in Xiling.

"Boy, I hope you can do me a favor!"

A voice rang in his ears, and Wang Chong remembered what Guang Chengzi said to himself before setting off, in front of the dragon-shaped stone statue in Xiling.

"I don't know what the seniors have ordered, as long as it can be done, the juniors will go all out."

Wang Chong said at that time.

"It's not that troublesome, I just need you to help me with one thing."

The wind was surging, and in Wang Chong's gaze, Guang Chengzi stretched out a finger and touched Wang Chong's heart, leaving a spiritual mark.

"Senior, what is this?"

"Don't ask too much. If you can't get there, naturally it doesn't make any sense. If you get there, everything will naturally understand. Oh, maybe I think too much..."

...

This conversation finally ended with a long sigh from Guang Chengzi.

Guang Chengzi didn't say much, and Wang Chong didn't ask much.

It's just that, at this moment, thinking back again, suddenly, Wang Chong felt a feeling in his heart, the master and disciple connected to the heart, did Guang Chengzi actually know something before he set off?

Did he know before he acted that this is Xuanyuan?

But just for a moment, Wang Chong came back to his senses.

This was the time that belonged to Xiaoyan, Guangchengzi, and Xuanyuan. This was the time that belonged to the master, servant and apprentice more than a thousand years ago. At this time, nothing matters anymore.

Wang Chong stood silently and did not disturb.

"Time..."

"Fate..."

"As a teacher, everything is still too late after all!"

...

Guang Chengzi closed his eyes in pain, and a look of extreme sadness appeared on his face. Wang Chong was behind him and even saw his robe tremble with excessive sadness.

At that moment, Wang Chong's heart was moved.

With just a ray of spiritual branding, there will be no such tremor. There is no doubt that his spirit has almost lost control, and Guang Chengzi in front of Wang Chong always feels cold, harsh, and not close. Favor, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

But at this moment, Guang Chengzi felt extremely fragile, like an ordinary old man immersed in sorrow, and even the whole person seemed to be getting older.

For others, the figure on the throne may be just a lofty and respectful legend, but for Guang Chengzi in front of him, it is his disciple, a living person, and he has poured a lot into him. There is still hope for his hard work.

They are mentors and apprentices, perhaps also friends, confidants, and relatives.

We just met again, but life and death are already separated!

"senior……"

Wang Chong sighed, finally stepped forward, stepped forward slowly, and comforted:

"Sorrow and change, I believe that if Xiaocao is still alive, I don't want to see you so sad. The top priority is to stop the sky and prevent the tragedy from happening again!"

Huangdi Xuanyuan, Qin Shihuang, Huo Qubing, Ge Zhu..., there are countless people on the road to the sky who have been turned into corpses and will never be able to leave here. These people are all lured into here by the sky, and finally killed by the sky.

Including the population of more than three million people in the capital under the Tiangong Palace, if this is not prevented, it is still unknown how many people will die in the hands of heaven.

Moreover, Wang Chong also believed that Huangdi Xuanyuan's physical body was not rot after his death, and he split the world in the center of the heavenly palace, making the heavenly "heavenly palace" unable to use his full power, and he should have understood all this.

All of this is for a reason.

He must have left something.

It is the "mission" that Limu said in his mouth!

"Master, please take revenge for Xiaocao!"

At this time, Xiao Yan also resisted the grief in her heart, and looked up at Wang Chong in front of her and said:

"In any case, the sky must die!"

When it comes to the end, Xiao Yan's eyes are red, and a bitter hatred burst into her eyes.

"Ok."

Wang Chong nodded seriously.

Needless to say about this, Xiao Nightma would not let it go.

"boom!"

Wang Chong stepped forward and walked forward. It was in the center of the Yellow Emperor's forehead. He already felt the existence of the fragment of the stone of destiny. As long as the "stone of destiny" was taken back, his "stone of destiny completed plan" "It will advance by a large margin, and at the same time it will extinguish the hope of heaven.

In any case, he will never let the stone of fate fall into the hands of "heaven".

However, when Wang Chong stepped forward, it was only a step away from the throne--

"boom!"

Wang Chong's right foot was unbiased, just stepping on the center of that step, on a secret, palm-sized small formation.

That formation was so secretive that even Wang Chong didn't notice it.

And in the eyes of everyone, where Wang Chong’s soles of feet fell, the light burst, and a special pattern suddenly appeared on the steps. It was a pattern somewhat similar to Tai Chi, but at the place where the yin and yang "S" shaped boundary. , It is a meandering golden miniature dragon.

Rumbled, that peculiar pattern rapidly expanded and turned into a series of lights and shadows, like flowing water, quickly radiating to the entire hall, but in a moment, the entire Heavenly Emperor Palace trembled violently.

The majestic inside was like a vast ocean, and the endless sea of ​​energy also stirred up.

More than that, Huang Di Xuanyuan, who had been sitting still on that huge throne, suddenly moved as if he had come to life.

"Crack!"

Hearing a crisp sound, in the eyes of everyone, Xuanyuan's right hand placed on the armrest of the throne moved imperceptibly. Although it was only the smallest movement, everyone changed their expressions.

"the host!"

"Apprentice!"

...

At this time, the most excited people were Xiaoyan and Guangchengzi.

The throne was originally just an empty shell, but at this moment, the two of them felt an almost impossible mental fluctuation in Xuanyuan's body, and this sudden change made the two of them pleasantly surprised.

Wang Chong on the side was also very surprised, but just for a moment, Wang Chong reacted, Huang Di Xuanyuan on the throne did not come alive, and everyone felt that he had left behind more than a thousand years ago.

This mental incomplete consciousness has been in a sealed state until Wang Chong stepped on the real dragon pattern on the middle steps, which triggered this mental incomplete consciousness.

Although it looks incredible, and it seems to have a lot of accidental elements, Wang Chong believes that if the one who left all this is the one who was a thousand years ago, everything should be in his expectation, and everything is intentional. For it.

This thought just passed through his mind, and the next moment, Wang Chong felt a tremor in his waist.

The Xuanyuan Sacred Sword Wang Chong had always been hanging from his waist, with the hilt in his left hand, but at this moment, Wang Chong felt that the Xuanyuan Sacred Sword in his hand suddenly became extremely hot, like a piece of soldering iron. More than that, the sword Shaking in the scabbard, he seemed to be suddenly attracted by a powerful force.

"Chang!"

Amidst the lightning and the fire, only a clear long chant was heard. The Xuanyuan Sacred Sword on Wang Chong's body seemed to have life. It suddenly broke through the air, flew out of Wang Chong's waist, and automatically fell into the stalwart on the throne. Figure in the hands.

"Things return to the original owner", Huangdi Xuanyuan, who was like a sculpture on the throne, immediately burst out with a misty brilliance.

"Fate Experiment No. 10, finally waiting for you."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in Wang Chong's mind, the voice was extremely loud.