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Chapter 627 96. Gonggong and Zhuanxu fight for the throne

In the sky, in the scarlet temple.

Li Xi'an sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, on the throne that none of the gods dared to covet.

He fell into a long sleep, and his blood-red immortality clothes hung down from the altar. The two foxes would occasionally come over and circle around the corners of the clothes, looking at the figure on the altar.

The golden flame burning like flowing clouds is the purest and most powerful spirit. As the spirit owner's breathing rises and falls, he is absorbing the power of this space. Just like the gods feasting on the world, he is doing similar things, but what he is "eating" is this place, this mysterious land that has existed for an unknown period of time.

The gods have worked hard in this space for thousands of years. They sacrificed countless things and received countless things. The altar naturally possesses spirituality. Now the dragon is chewing heavily, which makes his keel bones thicker, his scales harder, and his breath seems to contain thunder.

He is equivalent to eating this altar.

The spirits in the scarlet temple are dwindling, and the flames on the altar are getting brighter and brighter.

Whenever the divine envoy looked up at the golden flames on the altar, he would always feel frightened.

That wish could not be fulfilled even by sacrificing to the gods, he still had to wait. In the sight of the two divine envoys, red silk hung on the treetops, extending out countless light shafts. Those light shafts were unpredictable and entangled the golden flames on the altar, which meant that this powerful and terrifying It is no longer possible for a living being to even leave. He can only live here day after day, waiting for the day when this temple responds to him.

When is it?

Looking at the golden living fire on the altar and the old trees growing wantonly in the temple, the divine envoy had some guesses in his heart.

I'm afraid it has something to do with the emperor of the human world.

The Emperor is the only creature in the world that can make the beings in the sky feel fear. The Emperor possesses overwhelming power, which even the gods cannot resist. But the emperor will not always exist as the creatures in the world imagine. If the divine envoy is not mistaken, there should be only five emperors, representing the five most primitive elements of the world. Now there are three emperors. The divine envoy thought, they The new owner won't have to wait long.

The life here is simple and boring, but there is no such thing as boring for the gods. They do the same thing every day, cleaning the stone roads and cleaning the temples. This is clearly the most noble and mysterious end of the sky, but dust will fall like the mortal world. If it is not cleaned for a period of time, the stone pavement will be covered with a layer of dust.

But everything outside the temple will not change. The eternal deep night and starry sky are as far away as another place.

As usual, after cleaning the temple, the envoy came to visit the master in the largest temple.

But the ground was shaking and the temple was shaking.

The envoy was puzzled, but on the altar, a pair of eyes opened in the bath of flames. I don't know when, a lotus flower bloomed on the throne.

If Li Xi'an could watch this scene, he would find that he was very similar to the illusory figure he saw when he came to the temple.

The fox quickly ran to the corner of the hall, and the figure that had not moved for a long time on the altar came down. The golden fire that enveloped him spread out, paving the way for him. The red ancient clothes were raised, and he stepped off the altar. It's like escaping from the mural.

Li Xi'an left the main hall and came to the camphor tree.

The root of the shaking of this temple comes from this tree. The branches and leaves are swaying, and the red silk hanging on the treetop is fluttering and falling.

He glanced at it, beckoned the two foxes to come over, and said, "Go to the mortal world and do something for me."

The two foxes looked at each other and tilted their heads, "Priest, even with your will, we still can't stay away from heaven. As for the mortal world, we have no magic powers. What can we do to help you?"

"Bring this to the current emperor, you don't need to do anything else. Just hand it over to him and return." Moon-white water gathered around Li Xi'an, eventually forming a water-like ribbon with dots of floating and floating stars in it.

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The White Emperor passed away on the hills of the Western Mountains.

Legend has it that when the emperor was about to die, his army was still conquering cities and territories for him, advancing into areas untouched by humans.

It is said in the world that the emperor's army is going to kill Kunlun to get the elixir of immortality for the emperor. Zhuanxu knew that this was not the case.

The emperor led the army to attack Kunlun not for the so-called elixir. The emperor was looking for something. The army brought with him the descendants of the emperor who built the bridge. Zhuanxu knew what the emperor was doing. After the emperor could not find the way to heaven, he turned to the world outside China. In his old age, the emperor had sensed something existing in the west of China. The emperor said to Zhuanxu, that thing is The world he once saw on a tree trunk.

There are creatures of the same status as him calling to him in that world.

I don’t know if they are enemies or friends.

But the emperor is not afraid of these things. Rather, he hopes that the creature calling him is an enemy, so that the emperor will finally have an opponent who can truly draw the sword in his heart. That sharp edge has been kept in my heart for too long. No living being in this world can bear the emperor's sharp energy, so the emperor's sword has never been unsheathed. The ethnic group that was slaughtered was just because of the emperor's glance. .

It's a bit funny and sad to think that an emperor in charge of the gold industry never drew his sword in his life.

Zhuanxu sometimes even thought that maybe it was because the sharp edge he cultivated in his heart could not be revealed that it slowly wore down the proud emperor.

In Xuanyuan City, a messenger rode straight into the central palace.

Zhuanxu got a letter.

The army led by the emperor has not returned yet.

But Gonggong declared war on him and wanted to compete for the emperor's position.

Gonggong's bloodline is ancient and can be traced back to Yanhuang.

The wife of Emperor Yan and the son of Chishui, Tingyi gave birth to Yan Ju, Yan Ju gave birth to Jie Bing, Jie Bing gave birth to play implements, the play implements gave birth to Zhu Rong, Zhu Rong descended to the river, and Gong Gong was born.

At the same time, Gonggong is also the god in charge of water.

"Gonggong..." Zhuanxu's expression was indifferent, neither happy nor sad, and he seemed not to care about Gonggong's rebellion.

He just sighed and said: "Emperor, you have paved the way for the human race throughout your life. Have you ever thought that there will still be rebellions, even from the tribes you trust most? There are no foreign races and no conflicts. People will create foreign races and conflicts by themselves. This has always been the case.”

Zhuanxu put away the letter.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

"Maybe you thought about it, but you didn't care."

Just like the ancient Yan-Huang war, his uncle was someone who had experienced that era and might have anticipated the current scene.

Even the bloodline originating from the Yandi tribe was the opponent specially left by the emperor. Taking away the army from Xuanyuan City left a fair margin in this fight for the emperor. The army in Xuanyuan City naturally obeyed Zhuan Xu. If the emperor had not taken the army away, Gonggong would not have declared war.

In this era, it is better to compare whose fist is bigger than whose blood is flowing in the body. This is what the iron-blooded emperor taught him all along.

If he loses to Gonggong, he will naturally not be qualified to become the new emperor.

"He can't win. It's just like the defeat of the Shennong clan to the Xuanyuan clan. It's nothing more than history repeating itself." Zhuanxu put on his helmet and his eyes were indifferent. Compared with Shaohao's sharpness, he was closer to a calmness similar to that of a deep lake. It's a scene that looks beautiful but is horrifying.

　You must have thought it was a pigeon today

　　(End of this chapter)