Fantasia: The Beginning Of The Congenital Sacramental Body

Standing tall in the void, there was an unspeakable stalwart, and everyone was excited. This was the king of men who had recovered their youth.

Martial Emperor Gong participated in good fortune, and even used a trace of blood to make a person three epochs apart descend. This method of reversing yin and yang shocked everyone.

The King of Humans turned around slowly, looking at the field with his eyes washed away with all the vicissitudes of life.

"What year is this eve? Can my human race be out of danger?!"

he asked with concern.

The Emperor Wu said nothing, and the radiance from his eyes fell into the eyes of the King of Humans. The King of Humans was immediately moved. In his eyes, the sun and the moon sank, the years passed, and countless figures changed.

In the end, the human king raised his head and sighed: "My humanity is finally prosperous."

The sourness and relief contained in the tone made the eyes of those present sour, and tears almost fell down.

This king who devoted himself to the human race, the first thing he did when he woke up was to remember the human race. This kind of heart made many old people cry.

"Thank you, fellow daoist."

The King of Humans saluted Emperor Wu solemnly.

"The human race has the foundation of eternity, and it is all thanks to you."

Emperor Wu said solemnly.

"What do I do? I have pity on my disciple."

Human King sighed sadly, with a trace of unbearable.

All the people present were silent. The human king's disciple, the first emperor of the human race, Fuxi Ancient Emperor, inherited the will of the human king, and spread the glory of the human race all his life. After becoming emperor, he entered and exited the major restricted areas. There is no peace for a moment, and the blood is withered in his later years, and his corpse is dismembered in the starry sky, which is endlessly sad.

"The past is gone, and the dead cannot be chased. Our efforts will eventually be rewarded, and I can rest in peace."

The King of Humans suddenly smiled faintly, and regained his composure. It seemed that people like them were used to seeing life and death, and looked down on the honor and disgrace of life and death.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the crowd, and when his eyes swept over Xia Yunsheng, he was shocked suddenly, as if he saw something unbelievable.

"You are not him."

Xia Yunsheng frowned, what does this sentence mean?

All the people present also looked strange, he? who is he? Xia Yunsheng actually looks like a person? And is it a person from the age of kings?

Reminiscent of the fact that the Three Era runs through hundreds of millions of years, everyone can't help but gasp and imagine.

Emperor Wu also had a dignified face at this time, Xia Yunsheng is an important part of Daxia's future rise, and there is no room for loss, so he asked carefully.

"You can rest assured that there have never been two identical flowers in history. He is really just him."

The king finally said the same thing.

Xia Yunsheng breathed a sigh of relief, he also always thought that he was just himself, irreplaceable, not anyone's phantom.

The human king stood there silently thinking for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and a ray of sunlight melted into Xia Yunsheng's eyebrows.

"Don't let it get lost."

After saying this, he took a step, and a silver divine bridge suddenly spanned the void, crossed the endless dao domain, and extended to the extreme.

The king of men is going far away, and he will take a last look at this river and mountain.

People came up with this idea, followed him obsessively, and shouted:

"My lord, where are you going?"

"Human King, please take me with you, I am willing to die with you!"

"Human King, please let me serve you!"

The old and the young were all shouting, but the Human King left decisively after all, and did not take anyone away. When he was there, he shed blood for the human race. When he left, he did not take a cloud with him. All in one, lonely and distant.

In the starry sky, one emperor shadow after another appeared to be touched, and the great emperors stood there quietly as if they had a tacit understanding, watching the king of the human race go away.

His figure disappeared into the starry sky and gradually faded away.

"Where is he going?"

Xia Yunsheng also asked with some regret.

Emperor Wu's eyes wandered, and he said calmly: "For a person like him, the ultimate fate is probably that his soul returns to his hometown."

home?

Do fallen leaves return to their roots? Xia Yunsheng thought silently, the figure of King Ren was deeply imprinted on his heart.

"Yunsheng, let's fight. There are too many secrets in this world. The world is changing. Maybe the way of immortality can be expected. You have to seize the opportunity."

At this time, the old Emperor Wu looked like a kind elder, patted Xia Yunsheng on the shoulder, full of ardent hope, his figure blurred a little bit, and disappeared here.

This is obviously just a divine sense avatar.

At this time, everyone broke away from their sad emotions, and many people kept looking at Xia Yunsheng with their eyes.

Everyone is curious about what the King of Humans gave Xia Yunsheng, to be favored by the King of Humans with incredible combat power, and to bestow inheritance. They all ignored it.

The old Emperor Wu was in his prime in the spring and Autumn period, what Xia Yunsheng had obtained was not something they could covet.

"Isn't this already the victory?"

The Supreme Elder of the Liu family broke the silence here.

Many people nodded in agreement.

No matter what the little fat man cuts out, when Xia Yunsheng cuts out the King's Blood, the victory will be decided.

There is no comparison between the two. For the supreme king of the human race, even a strand of hair is better than the elixir of immortality for the human race.

"This luck is too good, it is simply cheating."

A young man with red and swollen eyes muttered, he thought that Xia Yunsheng and his brother had already lost, but who would have thought that they would counterattack from the Jedi.

Regardless of whether the remaining Nine Aperture Immortal Stone is cut or not, the result is already doomed.