Chapter 1147 He in the imperial robe!

In Su Ming's deep pit on the broken stars in this morning real world, listening to the murmur from Bai Ling, it is also in this morning true world, in the original fairy area, there is an extremely strange place even for the four true worlds and the three wilderness worlds.

There is the hometown in Su Ming's memory... the place of death!

The entrance of this dark place exists in the starry sky. It is a whirlpool that seems to have no end. At this moment, although the whirlpool is filled with countless hurricanes, it is enough to destroy the monks and collapse the boundary vortex of the stars. Unexpectedly... It can't shake this shady and death vortex In the middle.

In this swirlpool of death, there are an unknown number of spaces. There are many ethnic groups living in those spaces, and the barbarians are only one of the spaces, just one of them.

Now, in one of these many spaces, there is a fiery red world, the sky is red, the earth is red, and countless seas of fire permeate this world, rolling the fiery wind, blowing the dazzling fire, making the world like a hell!

At this moment, on this hellish land, there is a mountain surrounded by flames. This is a volcano, a volcano that has not been extinguished for countless years. Among them, there is a magnificent hot pool, which scatters red light, reflecting a dark red in the volcano.

In this hot pool, there is a purple coffin floating. I don't know how many years this coffin has existed here, but looking at the vicissitudes scattered on it, I'm afraid it looks like tens of thousands of years.

Countless runes are branded on the coffin. These runes flash every nine breath, as if there is no end, and will shine forever, but... The sudden bang from the coffin is the first time in countless years that the rhythm of the runes on the coffin flash, so that they are no longer nine. The breath flashed, but turned into eight breaths.

As the bang became stronger and stronger, as if someone was constantly bombarding in the coffin, the flashing of the rune on it also changed rapidly, from eight breaths to seven breaths once, and then into six breaths, until the moment when the coffin flashed every three breaths, the coffin suddenly spread out a The roar.

In this roar, the lid of the coffin was suddenly raised and slowly floated in the air. At the same time, the Yanchi around it also rolled violently. If there was a roar inside, it was just then, suddenly, an arm suddenly stretched out from the coffin.

It was a dry and thin arm with five fingers open. The moment it stretched out from the coffin, all the scorching pulp of the volcano immediately erupted. The whole earth in the outside world roared, and the sky trembled violently. Red clouds immediately appeared on the volcano.

As if the whole world, the moment when the arm was stretched out in the coffin, it was affected in an instant. Then, with the arm protruding from the coffin, its open five fingers slowly clenched into fists, and immediately the flame and fire of the whole world, as if in a moment, with the arm as the center, rolled Come here.

All this is just the time for the arm to hold the fist. If you look down from the highest point of the world, you can clearly see that the whole world's earth and fire rolled upside down. Where the flames passed, the earth lost all the heat and became black.

At the same time, all the flames, including the fire clouds in the sky, were absorbed by the volcano and condensed in the palm of the arm. When the man held it, there was a red bead in the palm.

There is a sea of fire rolling in the beads, and there are fire clouds wandering, just like a world.

A sigh came from the coffin. Gradually, a tall figure slowly sat up from the coffin until the war began, a set of red robe appeared on the figure. The robe was not an ordinary dress, but... the emperor's robe!

On top of this person's head, a pair of imperial crowns suddenly appeared, which made this person suddenly have an emperor's domineering spirit, forcing to reveal, filling the volcano and the whole world.

"Failure..." The man whispered softly, with strange majesty in his voice, and there was a sense of contempt for the world, as if he had said the word failure, but no one could feel the slightest regret of failure.

"I have long guessed that there is too little certainty of success in this matter. How can Su Xuanyi's generation be without a backhander? However, my original plan was to know what Su Xuanyi was going to hold.

The enemy who can't see clearly is terrible, and the one who can see clearly is not terrible.

This plan was originally to introduce Su Xuanyi's plan and let me know what he was going to do..." In the words, the man in the imperial robe and crown slowly raised his head and showed his appearance. He... It was the emperor!!

In other words, his appearance is exactly the same as that of Di Tian, but on his face, there are more vicissitudes, the domineering meaning is stronger, and the feeling of cultivation is stronger!

"Use a wisp of remnant soul flying from me as a temptation. If it succeeds, it's best. If it fails, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you lose a fairy alliance." The man opened his mouth faintly, his eyes flashed, and he looked up at the sky outside the crater, and gradually smiled at the corners of his mouth.

"Three emperors and five emperors, Taoist friends, how is your rest?" His voice came out of the world and echoed in the vortex of death. After a moment, there were strong fluctuations from the seven spaces in the vortex of death.

More horrible gods touch each other here, as if they were communicating something with each other. For a long time, these gods dispersed one after another and returned to the world that belonged to them, and the whirlpool of death gradually calmed down.

"Just like what I thought, let Su Xuanyi change well outside. We don't need to go out so soon and let him continue to complete his plan. At the last minute, let him know that everything about him... is just a joke." Di Tian smiled faintly, slowly lay back in the coffin, loosened the palm of his right hand, and made the red beads in it spread out, making the world filled with fire again.

"My injury has completely recovered ten thousand years ago... It's unspeakable, unspeakable... I've groped to its edge and give me some more time. I may really be qualified to... Step into that threshold. Thank you for this, Su Xuanyi..." Di Tian muttered, and the lid of the coffin fell with a After that, the coffin slowly sank back into the hot pool and disappeared.

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"Damn Fairy Alliance, Damn Dao Chenzong, Damn This Sky, Damn This Hurricane!!!" In the true world of Daochen, in an equally broken star, one in a black robe, looked extremely embarrassed, but with a crazy young man in his eyes, raising his hands to the sky and roaring up to the sky.

"Little guys, hold on, the formation will be successfully arranged. This damn hurricane can't destroy our hall!" In the young man's roar, there were nearly 20,000 monks behind him. They roared, all of whom sent out the power of cultivation, integrated into nothingness, and gradually a curtain of light slowly appeared, as if to cover the stars.

In the crowd, Huokui Laozu and Zhu Youcai are all in it!

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It is also the true world of Daochen. In the hurricane in the starry sky, there is a lonely boat that seems to regard the hurricane as a big wave in the sea, and the starry sky as the sea, and is swimming here.

"The wind, the stars, you are so beautiful... broken, nothingness, it's a pity that there is no sunshine, ah, why aren't you beautiful..." The loud voice floated from the boat, echoing as if it was intoxicated.

"Good poem, good poem!"

"The prince's literary talent is soaring that it is rare in the ages. This is definitely the best poem the maidservant has heard." With the sound of intoxication, there were bursts of women's smiles.

As the lonely boat gets closer and closer, you can see a fog surrounding it. The fog looks thin, but it seems to restrain the hurricane in the starry sky, so that the boundary force of the hurricane cannot be dispersed.

Through the fog, it can be faintly seen that on the lonely boat, there is a case table, next to which sits a long-haired man, who is extremely handsome, with a gentle and flower-like charm.

Beside him are three beautiful women. These three women look at the man with tender eyes, as if the man even said shit in his mouth... Then this shit must be poetic...

Some of them poured wine for the man, some held sweet melons and fruits for him, and the last one was gently squeezing his legs for him, with a charming little face, and a slow look.

The man shook his head, as if recalling his poems.

It's just that behind these four people, at the end of the boat, there is a discordant voice, which breaks the poetic meaning here.

It was a thunderous purr. The voice actually had a regular rhythm, sometimes high and sometimes low. It was an extremely strong man. The big man fell there like a tiger with a pot of wine in his hand. At this moment, although he was in a dream, the corners of his mouth were drooling. I don't know it was in the dream What did you dream about? You look very happy.

"Little brother, come and drink this pot of wine!" The big man turned over, muttered a few words, and his snoring became louder.

"Alas..." As if he heard the muttering of the big man, the flower-like man with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes, looked at the starry sky in the distance, and bowed his head and sighed.

"Little brother, where are you..."

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At the same time, in the Daochen Sect, which has become a ruin, in one of the 999 continents in the lower world, from the broken ruins, a figure is gradually crawling out carefully. He looks a little obscene, but now in this obscene appearance, he casts a huge hatred.

"Su Xuanyi!!!" The man's body trembled, and his cultivation was very weak, but the hatred from him at this moment was enough to smash everything.

There were tears in his eyes. He looked around and flew out in the roar of the sky. He wanted to find out if there were any other lives in this place. Even if there was a glimmer of possibility, he would never give up.

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I finally finished writing before 12 o'clock, which made everyone wait for a long time. I'm sorry...RS