Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 1851 The Injury of Two Evils Asks You
Following Luo Shang's unbelievable scream, Xie Tian, ​​who should have died under the fire of the holy pattern, climbed up from the pool like a puppet.

But instead of water, he had fire.

The golden fire emanates from the body, burning on the surface of the evil body below the head.

Seeing this scene, Luo Shang's screaming stopped abruptly.

He recognized it, this golden fire is the fire of the holy pattern that killed Luo Bu.

After recognizing it, he even shuddered a few times because of the burning pain of the holy fire.

Just thinking about the pain made him shiver.

But at this time, Xie Tian, ​​who was enduring the pain, remained expressionless.

Even more expressionless than the real Luo Bu.

Because of this expressionless face, the holy fire hall was as quiet as a ghost.

Luo Bu didn't dare to make any more noises, and even in this kind of silence that was extremely suitable for thinking, he actually lost the ability to think.

Xie Tian, ​​who is good at thinking, also doesn't think.

In his heart, there is only pain.

The pain that came from his companions who drew from the bottom of the pot and was only a penny away from burying himself.

He could feel the determination to fade away from this pool of life-saving water, so decisive that he had no emotion at all.

Under this kind of determination, he should have instantly turned into ashes like Luo Bu who was restrained by Xie Yue...

The strange thing is that the ancient blood banner in Luo Bu's body did not save Luo Bu at the moment when it escaped from the restraint, but saved him instead.

That's the only reason he's alive now, or for a while.

As a result, he was in more pain.

Because he is alive, not because of the slightest soft-heartedness behind his companion's resoluteness.

And this, made up for that penny.

"why……"

The extremely hollow and bewildered voice, uttered from Xie Tian's mouth, even filled the tranquil holy fire hall with confusion mixed with sadness.

In a daze, he still didn't think, or he was afraid to think.

Can't think.

can only recall.

He recalled the first encounter in Jianfeng Cave.

Recalling that the Dao fruit of Chuyan Mountain was swallowed.

Recalling the 12-year-old him, he touched Tun Dao Guo with the most sincere words.

Recalling that he was rotten, he brought himself the unparalleled opportunity of the eleventh level of inner energy, and he was able to shape his own Taoism, and then he became even worse.

He recalled that in the years that followed, he and his colleagues fought together.

Recalling that in the passage of the emperor, he distracted himself from the emperor's decision.

……

The more memories.

My heart hurts more and more.

But after the impact of memories, this pain changed significantly.

At this moment, instead of being heartbroken by what his companion did to him, he felt sorry for his companion.

"He wouldn't treat me like this..."

"He really doesn't remember me..."

Ninety percent of the sacred fire that was wiped out by the ancient blood streamer was still burning inside and outside the evil body.

"Hey……"

With a faint sigh, it is full of complexity.

It seems that he can't use the conclusion that just emerged to erase the unwillingness in his heart.

"You have to tell me why..."

"Speak, will I refuse..."

"Did you forget that you are my evil blade..."

Looking up to the sky and muttering softly, waiting for a long time, there was no response.

This made Xie Tian even more unwilling.

So he stood up.

"You have to tell me why..."

He muttered again, he stepped on his right foot wrapped in the holy flame, and landed on the ground...

clap la la...

The moment it touched the ground, his right calf turned into flying ash.

Relying on the unimaginable control over his body by outsiders, Xie Tian maintained his balance and did not completely turn into ashes.

"So, I still have to survive, because of this, I can ask you..."

He murmured again in a daze, Xie Tian forced himself into the realm of soul wandering.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get in.

Not long after, he seemed to have found the reason, and looked at Luo Shang who was like a sculpture.

"Oh it's you."

Luo Shang trembled, woke up, looked at Xie Tian stupidly, still unable to think.

But without thinking.

For Luo Miao's unresolved doubts, Xie Tian will bestow them on Luo Shang.

"I am Xie Tian."

"Since I entered the Raksha Prison in the Three Thousand Realms, I was planted with the first blood of the Rakshasa by Luo Yin from Luo Mei's family."

"The second time I entered the Raksha Prison, I met Luo Bu. I defeated him and became him with the help of Raksha's first blood."

"I sneaked into the Raksha Temple of the evil star, saved Tianyi from the Xuanluo Immortal Territory Tian Family, and humiliated Luo Xue and you."

"You killed Ling Dang, and I went to Rakshasa Prison to save her, so I won't kill you."

"But you have to live well, strive to ascend to the upper realm, and find more and more powerful backers, that's the only way,"

Speaking of this, Xie Tian paused, looked at Luo Shang and said quietly: "I can cut off your backers one by one like killing Luo Sha, until no Luo Sha dares to be your backer, or even personally Send you to me, begging me to kill..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Perhaps it is the faint voice of the evil sky, which comes from the most frightening place of the Nine Nethers...

Perhaps the words Xie Tian said completely exceeded the limit of Luo Bu's imagination...

Or the self in Xie Tian's mouth is so miserable that he can't accept it...

Luo Bu, the master of the Rakshasa Palace, the majestic evil star, with a distorted expression, put his head in his hands in pain, and ran away amidst crazy roars.

Looking at Luo Shang who was so frightened that he ran away, Xie Tian continued to say quietly: "At that time, maybe Ling Dang's black eyes can be closed..."

There was only one person left in the holy fire hall, but it was still quiet.

The dazed Xie Tian sighed again.

Because he still couldn't enter the Soul Wandering Realm.

He finally understood why.

The self who has been wading through countless mountains of corpses and seas of blood and climbed out of countless death situations because of fear of death, is a little disheartened at this time.

This kind of disheartened laziness comes from the depths of the soul, from the bones.

Even his most astonishing heart can't suppress this incompatible emotion.

"But anyway, I still want to ask you, is your impression of me really gone, Xie Ren..."

When Er Xiao, who was crazily practicing Yuan Yuan Gong, was about to exhaust himself, he murmured for the third time, then closed his dead blood eyes, and began to comprehend the impossibility of burning the evil body, the fire of the sacred pattern.

The Tusita Holy Palace fell into true tranquility because Xie Tian entered the realm of soul wandering.

Outside the Tusita Holy Palace, the site of eight holy wars changed the situation.

Eight against eight, eight battlefields, this is the best situation for the two curved blades of the black hand.

But paying attention to the curved blade of the eight battlefields, he is not very happy at the moment.

No.

Not even happy.

Slightly in a daze, he always felt that after decisively draining the holy water, a piece of his heart was missing, he was a little dazed and a little painful.

"What's wrong with this emperor..."

"In the chaos, this emperor has achieved detachment, surpassed the heavens and became an emperor, although he is not as good as those perverts who walk the emperor's way, but how can the state of mind be affected..."

……

Although unwilling to admit it.

But what he had to admit was that the fake Rakshasa was the one who affected him.

He was angry at the layout of the fake Rakshasa.

He was even more angry that the fake Rakshasa had discovered the holy water.

Because this is a particularly critical step in his plan.

(End of this chapter)