Eternal Evil Emperor

Chapter 1939 36 years of hard work
After a bit of slander, Shuang Xie labeled She Ri, who didn't have a deep relationship, a fool.

If they had to add another word after Erlianzi to express their emotions, they thought it must be the word ancestor.

Now, the ancestor of the dumbass, who was just a scumbag, was looking at Shuangxie with a sneer.

The sneer is mocking the double evil.

The pride is to praise yourself.

After evaluating the pros and cons, Xie Ren gave up the idea of ​​trying to do it all over again and destroy the fool from the root.

"give it to you."

With a slight tremor, the evil blade disappeared again, reunited with the main body of Xie Yue, and continued his journey of recovery.

"Hey..." Xie Yue sighed speechlessly, and said to She Ri, "You, do what you want."

In the blink of an eye, the two emperors disappeared, and the ridicule by shooting the sun was even worse.

"Did you run away in a hurry when you found Wuyan facing me?"

"My lord, that's all!"

"If you give me another chance to do it again, I can shoot for nine days..."

Before she finished speaking, Xie Yue, whose complexion changed dramatically, reappeared.

At the same time, She Ri seemed to feel that his words had attracted inexplicable anger, so he quickly shut his mouth.

"you……"

Sensing that the misty qi had turned a corner and finally didn't land on her head, Xie Yue turned around and pointed at the sun tremblingly.

"You want to die, change the place!"

Shooting the sun is embarrassing.

But who is he?

The ancestor of the fool who would rather bend than bend!

"Why, you can't talk about it? If you have the guts, come and fuck me, if you don't come, you are a son of a bitch!"

As long as the word "Nine Heavens" is not included, Xie Yue doesn't bother to care about it no matter how She Sun scolds her, and disappears immediately.

But after this incident, his worries about Xie Tian's future have deepened a lot.

"Hey, I really don't know if it's a blessing or a curse..."

After cursing for a while, She Ri felt that he had already gained an absolute advantage over Jiu Tian, ​​and then he left and brushed his clothes, but had nowhere to go.

While hesitating, a faint cry came to his ears.

"Well, it's that little witch..."

Sheyang's complexion was cloudy and uncertain.

He is a fool.

But not stupid enough.

Before he fell, he finally figured out that he was definitely cheated by someone.

"His niang, it's called shooting the sun, so it must be shooting the sun!"

Sheri gritted his teeth, wishing he could escape into reincarnation and shoot the bad guys into honeycombs.

But seeing Hou Yu crying heartbreakingly, he couldn't bear it to some extent.

"Hmph, it really won't be a big deal. Don't you just say that you are not as good as the evil god, and you can't conceive and raise me. As for crying?"

In the end he shook his head, glanced through Xie Yue at Xie Tian who was fighting with the Burial Bewilderment, left the word and ran to comfort Hou Yu.

"Weak chicken!"

Xie Tian's current state, to describe it as a weak chicken is flattering.

This piece of burial ground that doesn't even know how big the evil blade is, when it appeared, and how many battles it has carried, if the burial ground fascination it breeds can be dealt with, it will not be so desolate.

The ease of saying thank you to Huang Er is only temporary.

Years of life-and-death struggles endlessly consumed everything he had.

Even if he possesses endless primordial yang, the abnormal recovery speed of the power of the three selves, and an unimaginable will, they are still limited after all.

What's more, the huge blood-colored coffin hanging above the sea of ​​his consciousness is still devouring everything about him.

Today's Xie Tian is extremely weak, his gait is staggering, his face is haggard, his blood eyes are lifeless, and his spine, which has been straight for more than a hundred years, seems to have a tendency to bend.

And he was born out of the original Ruyi of creation and destruction, and the gray light of his performance is much dimmer than the original one.

The alternation of two kinds of gray on the body gradually penetrated into the body.

This undoubtedly shows that after several years of fierce fighting, blood gray, which represents the ecstasy of the burial, has finally gained the upper hand.

Once the blood gray really penetrates into Xie Tian's body, he will have no power to turn the tables.

Huang Er stopped moving forward.

He didn't know how he was feeling at the moment.

He only knew that Xie Tian couldn't die.

However, when the turbulent but gentle power of a saint was about to pour into Xie Tian's body, Xie Tian raised his head with difficulty, staring directly at Huang Er with his dazed blood eyes.

The blood eyes are lifeless, and the eyes seem to start to slack.

Staring at such bloody eyes, Huang Er watched for a long time, then slowly put down his hand.

Because even though the pair of pupils are powerless, even though the eyes that represent the will have been slackened, the light in the center of the pupils is still like a torch.

"Is it faith..."

When these four words appeared in his mind, Huang Er didn't know why, and his nose was slightly sour.

He also has faith.

He only does two things in his life.

At least he has reached the level of a saint, and it is rare in the world to carry out his beliefs like him.

Even so, he couldn't help admiring Xie Tian.

But besides admiring him, because of Xie Tian's identity, he wanted to yell at Xie Tian for being a fool.

Because he always felt that if it was purely for sharpening himself and improving his cultivation, there was no need to do this at all.

"So, why are you..."

Huang Er stared at Xie Tian and spoke softly.

Xie Tian and Huang Er passed by.

While passing by, Huang Er seemed to see Xie Tian's throat twitch slightly, but he didn't have the strength to wriggle out the answer.

"it is good!"

"If you can persevere, I support you! Support you!"

"But I tell you, I will never allow you to die!"

"If you really get to that point, no matter if you agree or not, I will save you!"

After shouting a few times, Huang Er overtook Xie Tian, ​​restrained himself from helping him, and continued to lead the way.

Following behind the two, the god who was also struggling, stared at Xie Tian's back complicatedly.

He had never seen such a weak back.

"Come on, Xie Tian, ​​no, don't just be overtaken by me, overtake..."

Threesome.

The road is different.

For all three of them, it was quite lonely.

Huang Er's path is to take Xie Tian through the burial ground that he doesn't know if he can cross, and enter the Erbu God Realm.

The path of the gods is to follow Xie Tian to find his father who may not be dead yet.

Xie Tian's path has nothing to do with him.

After a battle with the real descendant of the evil emperor, he understood that if he used even a mere [-]% of his bloodline power, his combat power, regardless of his aptitude, would be far superior to his current self by a hundred times and a thousand times.

But he just doesn't want to use it.

He didn't even want to use the power of his blood, let alone go to the Second God Realm to find relatives.

He went there only for the evil army brothers, only for Tianyi.

He is very clear about how difficult this road is, otherwise Xie Ren and Xie Yue's main body would not leave in order to become stronger.

and so……

"I want to be stronger……"

This is the answer Huang Er saw but didn't hear.

Xie Tian, ​​who had lost ninety-nine percent of his strength, kept telling himself the reason for becoming stronger, to resist the sinking heart born of being overwhelmed, and persisted because of this.

One year.

Two years.

ten years.

20 years.

30 years.

……

With this persistence, 36 years have passed.

Xie Tian suddenly discovered that he, who was trapped in the unprecedentedly long darkness, saw the light.

The strong light made him subconsciously close his eyes.

He closed his eyes, and found that there was a gray mist in his body.

The mist is erratic, sometimes forming a blurred figure, sometimes turning into a blood line.

When he hadn't realized that the fog that regarded the evil body as a home was the burial obsession that had tortured him for nearly 50 years, he sensed another joyful thing.

(End of this chapter)