Outside of Time

Sky, calm!

Peace on earth!

The wind blew a few breaths ago and dissipated in this moment.

It seems that it has never appeared, only the bright whirlpools formed by the star clusters on the sky have replaced the sky and are still turning quietly.

They will last for a while, becoming traces of that shocking battle.

At this moment, the Holy Land left.

Outside the Ancient Emperor Star, the three gods from the Netherworld Skeleton Clan, the Northern Ming Royal Clan, and the Red Earth Daluo Clan also understood that the empress’ becoming a god was unstoppable.

Therefore, the robes chose to step back and looked at the figure of the Great Emperor on the sky with a cautious and complicated look.

But there are still other thoughts in my heart, but whether these thoughts can become reality depends on whether there is such an opportunity.

As for the Sun, Moon and Stars, they also completed the transaction. At this time, they stared at the sky and the great emperor of the human race. There were rare memories and waves in their expressions.

What we are recalling may not be the great emperor in front of us. It may not be the great emperor in front of us. It may not be Wang Gu's appearance.

Perhaps, it is Beidi, the Northern Immortal Realm.

Gowns, think of that person.

All directions, silence.

All eyes are on, whether they are the empress, the gods, the ministers, the people of the imperial capital, or the divine thoughts hidden in the void.

At this moment, they all looked up in the air at the figure who struck out the last sword, stunning Wang Gu and incomparable all sentient beings.

In this silence, under the attention of everyone, the emperor slowly turned around.

The eyes of eternal vicissitudes look at the human race and the world.

Accompanied by a sigh.

The body transformed by his luck gradually disintegrated until it became hazy, leaving only its outline, and Xu Qing's physical body was exposed.

This physical body fell towards the earth, and finally lay on the human war drum.

During the process, a vague soul shadow walked out of Xu Qing's body and floated in the air.

That is the soul of the emperor.

Irreversible dissipation.

He has guarded the world for tens of thousands of years, fought countless battles in this life, and killed many gods, but today... he is tired.

The exhaustion from the soul spreads into the sky at this moment.

In fact, his vitality died out many years ago, and only his clone is left to this day, reaching the end of his life.

His fatigue had appeared long ago and accumulated to this day over the course of several decades.

And he could have endless longevity, he could have the highest glory, and he could not be so tired.

He only needs to choose himself at the previous node between himself and the ethnic group.

But he chose the ethnic group.

Sometimes, a choice made at a critical moment in life will be a road of no return. No matter whether it is right or wrong, you can't look back.

"Do you regret it?"

The emperor smiled. He had not smiled for a long, long time.

"No regrets."

The emperor murmured in his heart.

Traveling through the mountains and rivers of the human world for many thousands of years, riding on the waves of heaven and earth for eternity, in this life, I will use my sword to kill the gods, and sit and lie down to guard the tribe.

This kind of life is naturally much better than living in the sky and lingering.

Thinking like this, the emperor's eyes swept across the world, looking at the imperial capital, the vast territory, the mountains and rivers, and finally only looked at two people.

One is Xu Qing, his designated sword bearer, who will continue to walk with his sword.

He will not restrict the opponent's path, how to walk, it is his freedom. As for how the sword cuts, how to cut, it is also freedom.

There are too many causes and effects on this child. His past and future may be even more exhausting than mine.

The second person is the empress.

This woman who cried when Xuan Zhan swallowed her up, this woman who devoted all her talents to the human race, made a wave of waves in his heart at that time.

He thought of his daughter who was devoured by the gods.

So, he saved the empress.

Not all Human Emperors are good, but at least he was good when I left.

Looking at the empress, whose body was burning with divine fire, there was expectation in the emperor's eyes.

He wanted to see what kind of explosion would happen if a monk who had passed half a step to the peak of domination with the support of his family's destiny and converted to the divine way would achieve such an explosion.

Is it the peak of flawlessness, or a step to the divine stage.

As for the ancestral teachings from the Holy Land, humans cannot become gods.

He complied.

Therefore, he will not choose to become a god in this life.

But what will the tribe do after they leave?

After I leave, who will continue to guard the human race? Between the ancestral precepts and the lives of the clan, the emperor, I don’t want to think about it anymore.

He just wanted to take one more look at the world he had been guarding in his last moments.

By the way, catch another fish.

So in the next breath, the moment when his soul was blurred, the moment when the empress' expression changed drastically, the moment when Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

Behind the emperor, a figure appeared from the void like lightning, and raised his hand to slap the emperor's soul.

Holding the sword, I will send you on your last journey.

The person who appeared was none other than Yu Liuchen.

Pao did not leave, but always hid, looking for opportunities. Now he finally found him, and he finally said goodbye to the last journey.

But at the moment when everyone's expressions changed drastically, Yu Liuchen's palm was about to fall.

The emperor's expression did not change at all, he raised his hand and suddenly waved it behind him.

With this swing, infinite power surged from his body, and the swirling star clusters in the sky suddenly accelerated, turning from peace to violence in an instant.

The roaring sound was deafening in an instant.

It seems that everything in the past was false, just waiting for the fish to appear.

A storm that once again shocked the world broke out at this moment, forming a force as powerful as breaking bamboo, rolling towards Yu Liuchen and blasting in front of him.

Yu Liuchen was shocked, and large mouthfuls of golden blood spurted out uncontrollably.

The sword on the chest spurted out infinite sword energy, sweeping across Yu Liuchen's body, destroying countless flesh and blood wherever it passed, and the mournful sound from Yu Liuchen spread throughout the world.

You actually have a hand. If you don't take action now, you will wait until later.

Yu Liuchen's expression was distorted, and his voice caused the sky to collapse. The moment it was heard, he rushed towards the sword-wielding emperor again.

Almost at the moment Yu Liuchen's words came out, the strong wind in the sky started again. This wind was icy cold. The sky and the earth where it passed were filled with white wind and snow, and everything was sealed.

Be it clouds and mist, be it mountains, there are rivers, there are objects, even the laws and regulations will be frozen in this wind.

Because, this is the flawless wind, this is the wind of the gods.

This is the divine power coming from the Northern Ming royal family, another flawless god.

In the wind, a god came.

The figure of this god could not be seen clearly, and it seemed that he had no fixed form. His robe melted into the wind, turning into a hand made of wind, and he grabbed it towards the emperor.

Looking from a distance, on both sides of the emperor at this moment, there was Yu Liuchen on one side and the cold wind god on the other.

These two terrifying gods took action at the same moment.

In all directions, as the void was shattering, there were seven or eight gods coming out of the sky. They had been hiding around for this moment.

What they want is the light of destiny that emanated from the body of this last quasi-immortal in the ancient world before his death.

This scene fell into the eyes of the human race.

The empress's body was shaking. He wanted to take action, but now his body could not move. The moment when the divine fire was about to form was also the moment when he was most vulnerable.

As for other people, they are not qualified to take off to participate in this battle.

Xu Qing's eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot eyes. After recovering, he felt something different in his body, and the same was true in his soul.

The sense of wholeness I once felt playing the drums returns, stronger.

It was as if, whether external or internal, whether obvious or hidden, all the scars had been carefully repaired by the Emperor.

Now, completely whole.

Not only that, the last traces of the emperor on the imperial sword were also erased.

Give him this sword, complete and without any hidden dangers.

In addition, a legacy was left in his mind.

"Sword holding style."

The name of this inheritance is these three words.

This is the most precious secret knowledge in the emperor's life, and it is his mantle.

It was also the move that used to slash towards the Heavenly Sword.

Such a kindness was so profound that Xu Qing could not repay it, but now he saw that the emperor was facing such a siege, but he had no ability to help.

Xu Qing suddenly stood up and wanted to draw his sword even though he was not qualified.

But at this moment, a faint voice came from the sky.

"Be patient and don't be impatient."

This voice is calm and echoes to the human race. Just like the guard for countless years, it can make the human race feel at ease.

At this moment, it spread across the whole world, appeasing the hearts of the empress and Xu Qing. At the same moment, the sword-wielding emperor in the sky showed no emotion at all. It seemed that in the face of so many gods joining forces, it was just like that to him.

I saw him raising his right hand and grabbing Yu Liuchen from the air.

Under this grab, Yu Liuchen's whole body trembled violently, and the illusory sword on his chest made a shocking sword cry, and then rushed out.

This sword was pulled out from Yu Liuchen's chest for the first time in tens of thousands of years.

At the moment of appearing in this world, the sword shone brightly and emitted overwhelming sword energy, falling into the hands of the emperor.

After being caught by the emperor, he suddenly slashed at the cold wind god's hand coming from behind.

The sword flashed, and the world was shocked.

The divine hand broke against the wind without any resistance. When countless divine blood was spilled, the wind that could freeze everything also disintegrated, collapsed and shattered.

Among them, the god from the Northern Ming royal family disappeared suddenly without any hesitation.

As for the remaining power, it swept across all directions at this time, causing all the hidden gods that rushed out of the void to spurt out divine blood one by one and retreat, not daring to get any closer.

The Great Emperor actually has a sword.

This sword was left in Yu Liuchen's chest tens of thousands of years ago, and it was taken out today.

Shocked in all directions.

When the gods retreated, the same thing happened to Yu Liuchen. His body quickly retreated, but his eyes showed an unprecedented clarity. All the previous reactions disappeared in an instant and became extremely calm.

The kindness of not killing him back then has been repaid.

I came here to watch the last journey, and also to send the last sword.

At this time, he finished speaking and his physical injuries were no longer hindered. He turned around, rolled up his red robe, stepped into the void, and walked away happily.

"The cause and effect has been severed, and I will say goodbye forever with my sword in hand."