There was a shower of blood in the sky. The blood cut through the sky, making the whole sky turned into blood red. The strong smell of blood came and filled the air.


    Taolu''s miserable voice echoed in the world, "old man, do you think that if you defeat us, you can make the emperor survive? It''s just wishful thinking. The emperor has been resurrected. You are ready to be the slaves of the emperor, ha ha ha..."


    Taofan was very unwilling to die, but he felt no regret at the thought that the emperor would cultivate him.


    Many years ago, the ancestor of the emperor Shengzu was born, which defeated the three emperors who ruled the eastern continent, thus dominating the entire eastern continent.


    For this matter, the three emperors have never forgotten and thought of revenge all the time. Now they are waiting for the decline of emperor Shengzu, and even the only king with a little strength is exhausted.


    The era of their three emperors is coming.


    When people saw that the holy king had killed Taolu, they were relieved. At the same time, they were shocked by the terrible power of the holy king. It''s a pity that the holy King''s oil lamp has dried up, and I''m afraid it won''t last long.


    When Emperor Qingtian saw taofan killed, he didn''t relax in his heart. On the contrary, he looked more dignified. He knew clearly that the master had no power to fight again. If the emperor came, who could resist?


    "Master." Emperor Qingtian stepped forward and helped the king. His eyes were full of worry.


    Only he could understand how terrible the consequences would be after the outbreak of the first World War.


    "It''s OK. I''m an old teacher. I can only help you here. You need to solve the next difficulties yourself." The king''s voice was a little weak. He leaned on the emperor.


    At the moment, the holy king looks very weak. His breath is weak and dying. Even his breath is like nothing.


    After Xianwei disappeared, the hair of Shengwang became gray again, much whiter than before. It was like exhausting his energy. It was like an ordinary old man in his twilight years who might die at any time.


    If it wasn''t for people''s eyes to see the terrible war just now, who can imagine that the old man has saved countless people and has the great power of fairyland.


    "No, master will be fine." Emperor Qingtian said firmly. He took out a golden elixir and handed it to the holy King''s mouth with shaking hands. "Master once told me that this elixir has the effect of bringing the dead back to life, and it must be able to recover the trauma suffered by master."


    As long as the king can be saved, Emperor Qingtian is willing to pay any price.


    "Silly child, I know my own situation. If you give me this pill, it''s a waste. You''d better keep it for yourself." The breath of the holy King became weaker and weaker. Even when he opened his eyes, he felt a little hard. It was a pity that a generation of strong fairy kings could not survive the devastation of time.


    "Help me back to rest." The king spoke softly and closed his eyes. He could feel that the last point of vitality in his body was passing quickly.


    I thought that if I could cultivate emperor Qingtian, I would be able to see the day when Emperor Shengzu rose. But I didn''t expect that he would not see the day when time didn''t wait for me.


    The emperor clenched his teeth, and his eyes became very firm. He picked up the king and left alone. His figure looked bleak and sad.


    "Time can really smooth everything out." Seeing this scene, Yuxin couldn''t help sighing.


    "Some things, even after countless times of washing, still will not forget, the three emperors for revenge, is not also after many years of precipitation?" Zhang Tian said with a smile.


    Hearing this, Yuxin felt thoughtful, as if she understood something. There is one thing that will never disappear, that is faith.


    Faith can make people stick to it all the time, and also make a person very strong. But if one day faith dissipates, it will make people vulnerable.


    "Is there any immortal in this world?" Ziyan asks curiously, as if Zhang Tian is an encyclopedia and knows everything.


    "Maybe." Zhang Tian gave a simulated ambiguous answer, but did not say yes or no.


    As we all know, practice can not only make people stronger, but also prolong the life of monks, especially those who are really at the top are usually old monsters who have lived for countless years.


    There are few young people like Zhang Tian who look so young.


    But there is no absolute answer to whether there is longevity in this world. Perhaps only when we reach a certain level can we solve this mystery.


    "If you really want to live forever, then try to practice hard and keep moving forward. Only in this way can you be infinitely close to longevity!" Zhang Tian light mouth.


    "I see." Ziyan nodded slightly.


    "Father, should we go back?" Asked the cruel man.


    They are only here to watch the war. Now that the disturbance of emperor Shengzu has passed, they should leave here.


    "Don''t worry." Zhang Tian waved his hand. There was a light shining in his eyes. He went towards a certain direction. A light flashed in his eyes, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Finally coming!""Father, what do you say?" The cruel man was puzzled.


    "It''s OK. Let''s wait here a little longer. There will be more wonderful things soon." Zhang Tian''s face moved, and he went to the emperor''s court.


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