Chapter 1206

Zhong Yue was silent. Emperor Jijie's immortal consciousness broke through the blockade of the sky and appeared in the burial area of ​​reincarnation. It should be that he had foreseen the downfall of the Fuxi clan, and couldn't bear the soul of the Fuxi clan to dissipate, so he called for their remnant souls here Remnant soul.

"The scene recorded by Emperor Jijie's consciousness, did the Dao God participate in the battle?"

He was a little confused, can the Dao God descend to the realm?

If the Taoist God can go down to the realm, why didn't Empress Houtu and Lei Ze Shenlong not go down to the realm and help each other?

There are too many annihilated and buried histories in the war of annihilation in the era of geography. These histories are no longer known, or are hidden in corners, waiting for future generations to discover, or have been deliberately erased, making it impossible to find the truth.

Suddenly, the tombs of buried souls were humming and shaking slightly.

The time and space in front of Zhong Yue and Hun Dunyu felt distorted and chaotic. They saw the tomb of souls disappearing, as if time was going backwards, returning to the moment when the tomb of souls had not yet been established, countless soul fragments sensed The immortal consciousness of Emperor Jijie came one after another, it was the remnant soul and remnant spirit of Emperor Fuxi.

Their last consciousness was surging, and they accepted the defeat.

"What else can we leave for our descendants?"

An old soul of the emperor tried his best to gather his remnants, and the last consciousness was surging, asking.

"there is none left."

The other emperor's soul, which was about to be annihilated, said sadly: "We have done our best and contributed all our strength."

"No. We still have, we can still fight again, even if our souls are broken, even if our souls are scattered, we can still leave a little hope for the future Fuxi."

Those emperor souls that were about to be annihilated stretched out their palms, and above the soon-to-be-formed soul burial mound, palms were stacked together, dazzling light burst out.

"After we die, we can still fight for the future Fuxi, and we can continue to fight!"

"We use our remnant souls, our dilapidated corpses, and our remaining morals to conceive Fuxi's Corpse Emperor here!"

"Use our remnants to give birth to a new life, and fight for the future of our Fuxi Clan! We will not enter reincarnation, and we will not be reborn, even if I am completely destroyed!"

"Dear friends, senior brothers, seniors, and juniors, we met here after nearly a million years of Fuxi's history. We joined forces and fought side by side in the last days. To the younger generation Junjie."

"We were not born in the same era. Our remnants, our will, and our spirit will merge together and become the last barrier to protect and revitalize the race."

"The emperor of the Fuxi clan, even after his death, will fight the last battle for our god clan and contribute his last strength!"

"In the future, there will be Fuxi who will inherit our legacy, come to wake us up, and continue to fight for our race!"

"We are waiting for his arrival!"

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The voices of those emperor souls converged into a torrent, the ancient universe, the Ziwei star field, and the three thousand six realms, one after another tombs were opened, and the light burst out, and the corpses of Fuxi's emperors pierced the sky of the universe and marched towards the reincarnation burial area.

However, there are not many complete emperor corpses. More emperor corpses have appeared on battlefields all over the universe, and they have all fallen, or been suppressed, or beheaded, with limbs and arms broken, leaving only wreckage.

These wreckages were also flying up, heading towards the reincarnation burial area.

They flew into the emperor's burial sky in the reincarnation burial area, and landed here, the blood of the emperor flew up, and the remaining spirituality in it was fused, gradually turning into a unparalleled giant, and gradually being submerged in dust.

They used their remnants to create and nurture an extremely powerful existence. Their remnants lost their spirituality and turned into majestic mountains and rivers, like tombs.

Those emperor souls that are about to be annihilated are dissipating, and the heroic spirits are integrated into the unparalleled giant, allowing their remnant souls to nurture new life in the giant formed by the spirituality of the emperor's blood.

They are merging, dissipating, and finally disappearing completely, leaving only graves.

What is the point of dying? The body is the same as the mountain.

"wait……"

"Wake us up..."

"Continue fighting!"

Time flies, and the Burial Tomb returns to normal and calm. There is a faint roar from the ground, as if something is about to wake up.

"Could it be that the ancient emperor of the Fuxi clan really gave birth to a living emperor's corpse?" Hundun Yu was inexplicably shocked, feeling the vibration under his feet, and lost his voice.

Zhong Yue also felt the vibration under his feet. The emperor's corpse of the Fuxi clan had been conceived for a hundred thousand years, and now they were about to wake up. Their will, spirit and remnant soul merged to give birth to a new life, and they wanted to fight the final battle for the Fuxi clan. , to contribute the last strength.

"Not yet, not yet..."

Zhong Yue suddenly knelt down, with his hands firmly on the ground, as if he was carrying an unimaginable burden, so heavy that it almost crushed him, made him unable to breathe, and made him unable to stand up.

The firewood floated out from between his brows, and he looked at him with pity, this burden should not be carried by him, not by the young man who walked out of Zhongshan, but by Feng Shi, but now it has fallen behind. on his shoulders.

It was too heavy, too heavy.

Although Zhong Yue tensed his body and nerves, tried his best, exhausted all his wisdom and strength, but now he still felt unable to bear the heavy pressure from this burden.

An ancestor with a glorious history, an incomparably glorious past, is both an honor and a pressure.

"Don't wake up, don't wake up, I'm not ready, give me time..."

He murmured to the raised ground: "Give me more time, don't force me, give me some more time, I will not let you down..."

The earth shook, and it seemed that the things below had heard his words, and were slowly falling silent, slowly falling into a deep sleep.

After a long time, Zhong Yue got up slowly, remained silent, his eyes were dead silent, and slowly, a ray of light burst out from the dead darkness in his eyes, as if a single spark lit up the universe in his eyes.

"Zhong Shan, you are under too much pressure, give birth to some children and leave them to them," Xinhuo said.

Zhong Yue took a long breath, looked at those tombs, and seemed to become cheerful again: "Give it to your own children? Salary, do you think I paid more, or the elders and sages buried in these tombs paid more?" ?”

Xinhuo was startled.

"After their death, their souls still dare to fight for the race, and their dead bodies still dare to fight for the race, even if their souls are obliterated and their bodies are crushed. Their souls are obliterated and their bodies are shattered, but they still want to fight for the race, I don't want to enter reincarnation, I don't want to have a new life, I want to be a ghost, I want to be a corpse, and contribute my last strength."

Zhong Yue cheered up, as if the pressure that almost crushed him just now did not exist at all, and said calmly: "I haven't reached that point yet, how dare I shirk my responsibility and hand it over to my children and grandchildren? If I hand over the burden to my children and grandchildren, The children and grandchildren handed over the burden to their children and grandchildren, and the Fuxi Protoss was truly extinct, and there will never be a day of revival. Or... I will carry it."

The fire was silent, returning to the space between his brows, floating in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Zhong Shan, you have grown up completely, and you are now the contemporary leader of the Fuxi Protoss." Xinhuo said softly.

Zhong Yue walked out of the tomb, followed by Hun Dunyu, took back the mirror that recorded the scene just now, thought for a while, took out the mirror again, and wrote a sentence on the picture in the mirror.

"On this day, people inherit the behest of their ancestors and receive spiritual baptism in front of the remnants of their ancestors. The ancestors of Fuxi have witnessed that they have become the leaders of Fuxi today."

He took back the mirror and was stunned: "My ancestor asked me to follow him, observe him, and record him. Did he want me to witness this history?"

He felt that he was also growing, becoming more mature unconsciously.

"Senior Brother Yu, hurry up and follow, let's go to the tenth heaven!"

Zhong Yue turned his head and urged with a smile: "Let's go and see if the perfect world that the King of Paradise really exists!"

Hun Dunyu followed quickly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Yi, didn't you say that the truth is always dark and bloody, why are you still interested in the tenth heaven? Also, you said that we might fall into A certain existence is in control, so we go to the tenth heaven, isn't it right in his arms? Everything we do may be to make wedding clothes for him. If this is the case, are we going to the tenth heaven?"

Zhong Yue raised his head and looked up at the barrier of the tenth heaven. There was a coffin born naturally by heaven and earth, as if it could bury everything. The roots of the ninth spiritual root transformed into streams of stars and rivers fell into it, looking gorgeous and colorful, and the The colorful reflections there are beautiful and beautiful, really like a perfect and blissful world.

"We have fallen into the calculation of a certain existence. I am familiar with his methods."

Zhong Yue continued to walk forward, and said: "Perhaps, all living beings in this world are his pawns, and the universe and the world are his chessboards, but wherever you go, you are still pawns, and you are still on the chessboard. If so, then Why not try hard? Besides, he is obviously not the only chess player."

"He's not the only one?" Hundun Yu seemed to understand, a little puzzled.

Zhong Yue laughed and said, "What if I am both his chess piece and a chess piece of other existences? In this way, I can be like a fish in water, eat the chess pieces of the black family, and then eat the chess pieces of the white family. A big dragon!"

His eyes flickered, he licked his lips, and said in a low voice: "The big dragon is going to jump out of the chessboard, eating all directions, and the players playing chess will also be eaten! This game of chess is not so easy to play!"

Hundun Feather was terrified and wanted to take out the magic mirror to write it down, but hesitated and did not write down the words.

The Wisdom Demon King looked at a huge magic mirror and found the trace of Zhong Yue. He couldn't help being shocked, stood up, and said with a smile: "Little Fuxi has entered the game! Everyone, get ready to go!"

At this time, Feng Wuji and others also appeared in a magnificent holy place in the Emperor Zantian under the leadership of Ling Zishou to meet the Lord of the Emperor Tomb.

"Is the Fuxi family here?"

The ruler of this imperial mausoleum is the emperor's corpse sanctification. The terrifying light flickered between his eyes, and his voice shook time and space, saying: "I was ordered to guard here, and what I'm waiting for is this day!"