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Chapter 625 94. The emperor’s killing karma

There was a rain of blood in the world.

Seeing that horrifying scene, people couldn't help but think of records from long ago.

At that time, Shaohao was not the noble White Emperor now. The Yellow Emperor also rode the dragon and returned to heaven. The world seemed to have no defense. In the legend, a group of demons rise together and the prelude to decay begins with a rain of blood.

The blood of unknown creatures dyed the whole world red, causing many powerful and ancient beings to go crazy. At that time, many kingdoms disappeared from history, and the armies guarding Xuanyuan City were also severely damaged. Even the extremely brave descendant of the Xuanyuan clan, Zhuanxu, was killed due to force. The enemy almost died.

According to legend, the disaster was ended by the White Emperor Shaohao, and the light of the wings of the Golden Heaven illuminated the world, driving away evil and attracting light.

The White Emperor came all the way and paved his throne with the bones of his enemies.

This disaster was resolved, and the monsters who had coveted the emperor for thousands of years had to give up.

Now there is a rain of blood, which is more violent than what was recorded in the legend, and the smell of blood is stronger. It is even mixed with pale flesh and broken limbs, which is frightening.

People were worried that something ominous would happen as a result of this disaster.

Just like the first human rain of blood occurred shortly after the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven, the ominous rain of blood has long been associated with the supreme emperor in the hearts of all living beings. So they were afraid that this rain of blood would lead to Bai Di's departure.

Fortunately, no.

Even the expected turmoil never happened.

That day, the sky was gloomy and the earth was whimpering. People saw the white light shining on the land in the north, and the sound of swords resounding throughout the world. People saw the silver-white giant with a crown on his head and a sword in his hand rising from the ground, his chest higher than the sea of ​​clouds, and his eyes were like two bright suns.

The giant drew his sword and cut through the rain of blood.

Just the radiance of the sword cut off the fallen flesh and broken limbs, and the emperor wiped away this disaster before it even began.

People raised their arms and cheered under the protection of the emperor.

This is the White Emperor Shaohao, the emperor who controls the five elements of gold, symbolizing the way of killing.

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Time flies, and the blood rain that made all living beings cheer becomes history like the first blood rain.

Nowadays, the walls of Xuanyuan City are somewhat dilapidated, and the entire capital city once built by the Yellow Emperor himself cannot withstand the erosion of time. The people walking in the city have changed one after another, and now even this city has been infected. The imprint of time.

In the central palace room, Mrs. Fenghong was lying on the bed. The beautiful and gorgeous Princess of Jintian Kingdom in the past was aging. Her face was covered with countless wrinkles, her skin was sagging and sallow, but her eyes were bright. Staring closely at the man in front of the bed.

Still so tall and straight.

Fenghong's husband, Bai Di Shaohao.

Although he is called Bai Di, this man prefers black clothes. At this moment, he was standing on the edge of the cave, lowering his head slightly. His face was a little indifferent, as if he was not the most important person in Fenghong's family, but just a god who was watching her death, like a black night covering Fenghong's head.

Feng Hong held Shaohao's hand tightly, only then could she feel the remaining warmth of the cold steel.

"Xuan Xiao, I have to leave." Feng Hong whispered Bai Di's name.

This name, which had not appeared for a long time, finally caused the emperor's eyes to fluctuate.

His eyes were confused for a moment because he couldn't remember the last time someone called him that name.

"Can you get closer? You are too tall, I can't see your face clearly." Feng Hong said again.

Shaohao squatted down and put Feng Hong's dead branch-like palm on his face.

Feng Hong smiled, her wrinkles knitted together.

"I watched you look like this, and I never said anything. This look is the best posture for you. You will have to protect the world for thousands of years in the future. You will have to go through countless partings. If you are alone The passing of you can make you suffer, so it’s my turn to feel sorry for you...cough..."

Feng Hong was too old to say what she was thinking all at once, so she paused and then said: "But when I really left, I still thought that I would have something special...cough ...It seems not, Xuan Xiao... No wonder you are the emperor of Jinxing." "Do you remember when we first met?"

"remember."

"I have lived much longer than the creatures in this realm, and I am afraid that it has something to do with the one who came to me. I shouldn't have mentioned this. There is nothing wrong with living longer. Some powerful creatures have some super powers. It is normal to imagine the power and blessings, but... Xuan Xiao... Ever since I lay on this bed, strange thoughts have been pouring out of my mind. "

Feng Hongshi looked at Shaohao, whose face was in stark contrast to hers.

She said: "Is the golden green dragon we saw that day really Yinglong?"

"Yes or no, it has nothing to do with us." Shaohao said.

"Of course it has something to do with you. If Yinglong is not Yinglong, then who should Yinglong be?" Fenghong looked at Shaohao calmly. They all had the answer in their hearts at this moment, but this answer did not mean anything to them. unimportant.

Over the years, Shaohao has vaguely discovered the truth about the Battle of Zhuolu, but the Battle of Zhuolu is already an ancient war and is of no use to today.

"Xuan Xiao, if you have only one friend in this world from now on, it will be that Lord Long."

"If there is only one enemy, it would be the Dragon Lord!" Feng Hong said in a deep voice with the last bit of her strength.

Shaohao shook his head.

"Why?" Feng Hong asked, "Do you trust that Lord Long so much?"

"A creature who always stands behind the scenes and possesses extremely powerful force. Over the years, we have dealt with him many times, and we have not even seen through the other party's purpose. What is he looking for? The civilization and the earth that have sunk in the past ? Just like a lonely soul from the old era, looking for a place to live. ”

Feng Hong raised his head and saw Shaohao's cold gaze. He remained unmoved.

"I know what he wants, so I believe him. If one day we become enemies, I'm afraid I will be on the opposite side of the world." Shaohao replied.

"You...cough cough cough!" Feng Hong let go of his hand.

She turned over on the bed, not wanting to look at this man again.

"I'll come see you later." Shaohao said.

He stood up and walked out of the hall. The sun was shining brightly outside the hall, casting his shadow in front of Fenghong's couch, as if he was hugging the old man.

"Stop." Feng Hong said.

Shaohao stopped.

"Can you spare their lives? Their ancestors also fought with you."

Shaohao shook his head.

"What on earth are you going to do? Kill all the ethnic groups that pose a threat to the human race? Now you have even put the butcher knife on the heads of the people of Jintian Kingdom!" Fenghong roared, her eyes filled with disappointment.

"The feathers are not the only ones that I have slaughtered, are they?" Shaohao said.

"The scales, insects, hairs, and the demons have long since become extinct."

"You are the emperor! The emperor cannot even tolerate his own people! How many creatures have you killed and how many ethnic groups have been exterminated? Do you remember clearly? Why? You clearly still have tens of thousands of years, and now you have to pave the way for your human race ?”

Shaohao turned around and glanced at Feng Hongshi. This glance had some "human" emotion.

But soon, he returned to his original coldness, as hard as iron.

The man didn't answer and strode into the light.

Feng Hong fell on the bed in the main hall. No matter how bright the sunlight outside the hall was, it could only illuminate a corner of the hall.

A day of hard work