The ancient turmoil has emerged, and it was that generation who fought bloodyly to exchange for vitality for the human race, but to this day, the human race is still declining.

Hong, who was the emperor in ancient times, was she so strong? For her immortality and immortality, did she really reach the forthcoming?

"Yes, one said to be the Queen Qianhong, and the other said to be the Emperor Wusheng. The ancient times were too long and vast. It is unknown what she had experienced, but her reputation was still passed down to this world."

"She studied at Qianshan Academy, didn't she leave anything?"

"Yes, she left the imperial scriptures in Qianshan Academy."

"Emperor's Sutra?" Wang Chang'an shouted out lightly, "Emperor's Sutra, what a great scripture is this? Qianshan Academy actually has it.

"Where is it? Show me." Wang Changan asked.

"I don't know where I am. When I took over when I was young, my master told me that I searched more than once, but now I am in my twilight years and I still haven't found it."

"Will this be true?"

"Well, word of mouth may be wrong. After all, there are many people who are interested in the past. Although there are many books here, I don't know how many times I have read it."

"But I still think it is impossible to be wrong. The Emperor's Sutra carries the Tao of an emperor. If you think you are involved in the Emperor's rhyme, you are no longer an ordinary person."

What does this mean? Wang Chang'an couldn't help but look at the vast collection of books. What did Mr. Wei mean was that the Emperor's Sutra was no longer in the ordinary world or that it was demonized.

Mr. Wei did not explain any more, but instead talked about cultivation with Wang Changan.

That night, Wang Changan carried a lamp to search in the library, and even activated the golden lotus pupils. He had a strong eye and felt that Wang Changan was not giving up. Old Man Wei just smiled softly.

That is the Emperor's Sutra, no one is moved. This is the supreme law created by the Emperor, confirming a supreme path.

The palace is extremely large and terrifyingly quiet. The disciples of the academy usually observe scriptures during the day and never stay at night. This is also very strange. Old Man Wei seems to leave late at night.

Wang Changan remembered this. Could it be a coincidence? Wang Changan was very patient and searched in the Sutra Hall, picked up the scriptures casually, watched them, put them down.

As he walked, Wang Chang'an felt something was wrong. Normally, Wang Chang'an only watched the scriptures at the gate of the hall. Today, he walked deeply and lost his way in the endless collection of books.

Wang Changan always felt something was wrong. With his cultivation level at the Purple Mansion Realm, he still lost his way with hundreds of meters.

Wang Changan walked down the rows of bookshelf, at a very fast speed, but after an hour, Wang Changan had not yet reached the end, which was a bit scary.

Tat, the sound sounded between the bookshelf, as if it was the sound of footsteps. For a moment, Wang Changan was creepy.

"It's not so evil, right?" Wang Changan said, but he didn't know that behind him, there were pairs of faint footprints following him.

Several times Wang Changan sensed the abnormal movement, but turned around but there was nothing. Finally, Wang Changan discovered the existence of footprints, and there was "thing" following him.

Wang Chang'an was a little scared. The legend of ghosts and monsters had happened in his previous life. When this situation occurred, Wang Chang'an was speechless. For a moment, gold and blood surged all over his body, and his whole body burst out with golden light, and endless glory shone out.

"I have killed countless enemies and are full of evil spirits. If I don't believe me, I will be afraid of you." Wang Chang'an's voice spread to the Library Hall.

Without a response around, Wang Changan also found strange footprints, and his body was filled with blood and roaring. He was so strong that he was actually very nervous.

After walking for a few steps, he suddenly turned around and saw nothing, but on the ground, new footprints followed.

Wang Changan immediately stood upright in sweat, feeling cold all over his body, and had goose bumps all over the floor. This thing was not afraid of the evil spirits and the blood of Yang people.

Wang Chang'an thought of the Earth Sect's Ghost Sutra, which was a skill in his previous life. Wang Chang'an used his fingers to condense his spirits and drew talismans in the air, scattering around his body.

Wang Changan simply stopped leaving. Anyway, he had already entered the ghost situation, which was similar to ghosts hitting a wall. He forced himself to calm down. He was a human being for two lifetimes and still had concentration.

Besides, I was conquering ghosts and slaying demons in my previous life, and fighting against alien races in this life. When I think of these kings, Chang'an, I couldn't help but feel confident.

A talisman around him emitted a faint light, but it quickly disappeared. Wang Changan widened his eyes, saying that this thing was not afraid of the talisman.

Wang Changan bit his finger and drew a talisman with his own golden blood. He scattered around him. With powerful perception, this time the golden blood talisman behind him also emitted a faint light, but it also disappeared, but it had only been a little longer.

Wang Changan used his ultimate move and used his own golden blood sacrifice to refine a large piece of talisman, which dissipated from all around him with himself as the center. He could sense the place where the talisman disappeared, and Wang Changan was completely shocked.

On his left shoulder, the talisman disappeared, which means that the thing was sitting on Wang Changan's shoulder. Wang Changan was not panicked, but felt that this thing was mostly not a ghost.

If it is a ghost, if a person has three great yang fires, he will have one on both shoulders. With the fate of Wang Chang'an, even the green-skinned ghost will never dare to sit on his shoulders like this. He thinks this is not a ghost.

"You are sitting on my shoulder, and I think you are not afraid of me. Please sit down and let's talk." Wang Changan sat on the ground and said, signaling the other party to sit opposite him.

But there was no change at all. The thing was still on his shoulders, but Wang Changan could understand it when he was scared just now.

He killed zombies and ghosts in his previous life, and there are many murders he committed in this life. If it were a certain cause and effect, he would have accepted it.

Wang Chang'an's divine light came out brightly, and his whole body was shining, and he was not afraid of death. He was afraid of such strangeness. Suddenly the runes rushed out, and the dragon energy of the earth veins surged, circling Wang Chang'an, and the runes and the dragon energy of the earth veins swept through.

Shoulder.

Wang Changan stood up, his right hand slammed and punched his left shoulder, but he couldn't touch it even after he hit his fist.

He stood up and rushed, and burst out with the strongest speed, surging all over his body's qi and blood, and used great techniques to ignite thunder and fire, and the soul used the power of death and soul power.

Wang Changan used all kinds of methods. When everything returned to peace, the strangeness was still there. Wang Changan knew that he could not deal with "it".

The earth veins and dragon energy and runes are useless, and they are even invisible or touched.

Wang Chang'an was solemn in his spirit, and he sat on the ground. His own gravity was increasing, like a mountain pressing on him.

The thing attacked him, and Wang Changan was really helpless. The power of thunder and fire was so domineering that it could defeat strange evil spirits, but it was still useless.

The invincible will has been used, which can not cause any harm to this thing, but I face a huge threat and cannot get rid of it. What should I do?

Wang Changan even felt that this was an illusion. For this reason, he destroyed a large number of bookshelf and endless books were scattered all over the ground. After calming down, he proved that this was not an illusion and that this thing really existed.

Wang Changan was speechless. It was easy to invite gods and it was difficult to send gods to him!

Wang Changan felt that his spiritual power and blood were rapidly losing. Under endless pressure, Wang Changan could no longer stand up and could only straighten his body, but the pressure increased too fast, only a few moments.

Wang Changan had been crushed to his whole body, and his body, which was as shaped like a top-grade treasure, had cracked.

After another breath, Wang Chang'an cleaves blood and the golden blood flows to the ground. Wang Chang'an feels frustrated. He is so pressed that he cannot move and is killed in a strange way.

His whole body was squeezed, and even his internal organs were broken. Wang Changan hunched his body, bleeding from his seven orifices, and his whole body endured huge pain.

The immortal immortality skill, which crushes flesh and blood, destroys souls, and corrupts qi and blood. Wang Changan remembers this king skill and cannot help but starts to operate. Life has destiny, and wealth is in heaven.

Wang Changan kept pleating blood, and his whole body shone with light, becoming more and more hot. Large pieces of spiritual power swept over and merged into Wang Changan's body. The five stars circulated and tore the whole body, and the soul consciousness gradually disappeared.

Wang Chang'an's cultivation level and physical body quickly collapsed. The immortal immortality skills were far more domineering than imagined, and he would die if he was not alive.

Wang Changan gradually blurred his consciousness, the sea of ​​consciousness shattered, the sea of ​​qi shattered, and the spiritual energy in his body scattered, shattering the flesh and blood of the meridians.

Perhaps it was too painful that Wang Chang'an could hold on to this day, but his soul turned into light and dissipated bit by bit. The five stars collapsed one after another, and even the black and white energy gradually dissipated.

The body was burning to the point of burning. Wang Changan recalled this short life, had sincere friends, and had experiences of being a god of swords and iron horses. Although it was short, it was real and passionate.

He was full of blood, all of arrogance, unwillingness, regrets, and satisfaction. His thoughts were confused, but he was calm and let his body ignite.

Wang Chang'an was silent, and no longer conscious, the surroundings seemed so empty, dark and quiet.

I don't know how long it took, in the darkness and silence, the body shattered into a ball, and life was born on the corpse. A young grass grew up and turned into a towering tree, getting taller and taller until it was covered.

The sun and the moon are hidden away from the stars.

The big tree is towering, a leaf carries the stars, a branch rolls up the galaxy, flowers bloom and all things, flowers turn into stars, and wither and regenerate as they go.

Time just flows like this, with light soaring into the sky, and divine images like the sea, and reincarnation is repeated again and again.

A petal of fallen flowers turned into starlight, and the hazy consciousness reappeared. Wang Changan just sat under the endless sacred tree, and the surging divine factors fell layer by layer, sinking into himself little by little.
Chapter completed!