Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

"Am I going to die? No, no, no, no!"

The sky-swallowing bird screamed desperately, with fear and regret, he clawed towards the void, his wings separated the void into ravines one after another, hoping that time could go back, hoping that everything could stop, and reverse this terrible situation. .

But in the end, a ray of sword light came across the sky, pierced the center of his eyebrows, and exploded his head. The extremely violent sword energy shattered above his forehead, exploded into everything, and then burned quietly.

"I actually died. I survived thousands of hardships and hardships, and in the end, I died here."

At the most desperate moment of life and death, the Sky-Swallowing Bird seemed to have lost his mind. He smiled freely and looked at the weasel in the distance who was still filled with endless fluctuations of vitality in the scroll of Nuwa Empress. There was a hint of light in his eyes. Sighing with anger, but also a trace of pity and regret.

If he had known this, why should he have used all his cards to kill the weasel as soon as he saw the weasel again. As a result, he delayed it again and again, became arrogant and arrogant, and ended up in this situation.

If he is given another chance, he will never be careless at all, and he will definitely kill him if he takes action.

It's a pity that there are not so many in the world, and if there is no regret medicine to take.

"I have the essence of various souls from the ancient times, and I have various power methods, but they are all useless."

The soul of the Sky-Swallowing Bird was struggling in its head, forming seals crazily in its head.

Although he had reached the last moment of his life, he still did not give up the hope of living. Unfortunately, no matter what he did, it was of no use. His soul had been collapsed by the life force that filled the air like the scroll of Nuwa Empress, and had been destroyed by it. The supreme law contained in it has been eroded.

Although it is not dissipating quickly, it is very determined, like a surging river, which cannot be stopped and is about to completely collapse.

"So many gods came to the world, and they all died. It is really sad."

At the last moment, the eyes of this immortal soul began to become hollow, as if he was remembering those scenes from endless years ago, and he vaguely saw his brothers and companions.

"This time you beat the weasel. I'll be waiting for you in hell."

After the Sky-Swallowing Bird said these words, with a squeaking sound, several energy ripples swept across and knocked him away. During the flight, all his defenses collapsed completely, and this huge force swarmed up and completely knocked him away. All the souls were wiped out.

The re-condensed body, the will honed thousands of times, the three souls and seven souls
Everything completely dissipated, leaving nothing behind.

On the other side, the Weasel used the Ding Qin Sword to pierce the scroll of Nuwa Empress. Although it did not have much impact on the scroll of Nuwa Empress, the fluctuations that broke out were indistinguishable from each other.

He stood in the center of this area. Although he had the cultivation method left by the First Emperor of the ancient times to operate and could reverse part of the force attacking him, his condition was still extremely bad and terrifying.

His body was broken by the terrifying force on the spot. The magic weapon left by the saint from the ancient times was so terrifying. Even if it was just a little aftermath, it was not something that his golden elixir realm could bear.

If it were placed in the ancient times, this kind of thing would be impossible to happen. How could such a supreme treasure fall into his hands.

Rumble!
The world breaks apart.

Under the sweep of this force, the upper half of the weasel's chest completely dissipated, all the way to the neck. There was only a piece left in the middle of the body, and all other areas were gone.

His waist, thighs, hands and arms were all reduced to ashes in this violent tide of energy.

A hazy divine light enveloped his soul, preserving his body amidst the death-like energy tide.

That was when Ding Qin Jian flew back and used all his strength to protect him at the last moment.

After all, this sword is the first treasure to be unearthed in this world. It is also the oldest magic weapon owned by the First Emperor in the ancient times, and it has also manifested his soul.

The previous battle with the immortal gave him a subtle connection with the weasel. Although the sword spirit contained in it was still very hazy, it subconsciously protected him in times of crisis.

The sword light exploded vertically and horizontally, and the surrounding sounds gradually disappeared. The Dingqin Sword, the personal magic weapon of the First Emperor in ancient times, made the place calm down.

But even so, it could not completely prevent his destruction. He was like a small boat, drifting with the violent power, and the terrifying fluctuations kept tilting down.

That ray of light was emitted by the Ding Qin Sword. Unfortunately, it was unable to withstand the luster of destruction. The power covering the world was the aura of a saint, causing him to be torn apart and his whole body disintegrating.

Bones were broken, flesh and blood were opened, and severe pain burned the whole body.

Weasel had already passed out in a coma at this time, tearing himself apart and collapsing, completely disintegrating. The pain revived him, he woke up in severe pain, and fell into coma again in pain.

Pieces of bones and flesh exploded out one after another, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The scene was quite miserable. The weasel's soul was also crumbling, and was about to disappear completely from this world forever.

The light of the soul between his brows was also dimming, and he was about to collapse completely.

If this is really the case, then there is no possibility of resurrection. Even the soul has been destroyed here, and even the six reincarnations cannot save him again, which is equivalent to complete destruction from the world.

Obviously, this move of the Weasel was fatal. While destroying the soul of the immortal, it directly embarked on the road of destruction. All of this had been expected for a long time. Facing such an extremely powerful enemy, if it were not for the It is simply impossible to win if we are determined to die together.

I'm tired.

In this last moment, the pain in his body and soul disappeared. He closed his eyes, very tired, and all kinds of things came to his mind.

Scenes like yesterday, all kinds of sadness, excitement, happiness, helplessness, joy, all came to his heart, many, many, making him full of reluctance.

In the last moments of his life, he thought about getting out of the cave and looking at this new world.

He walked in the jungle, avoiding the top predators, and hunted various small animals to satisfy his hunger.

The sky was sometimes scorching hot, sometimes freezing, and things were not that abundant. Just when he was about to starve to death in the jungle, he saw a group of figures and the treasures left behind by the First Emperor.

He got into the backpack of a member of the archaeological team, and later he found out that it was Ye Qingyao's backpack. The wheel of fate began to turn. On a dark and windy night, he followed countless crows and mice and sneaked into the museum. Under the moonlight, he bravely swallowed the two small pills.

With the help of this power, he opened his own spirit and wandered among the relics of the First Emperor, absorbing their blessings and the remaining breath.

Gradually, he began to become stronger, and was finally confirmed to be walking on the earth as a demon.

The revival of spiritual energy, the battle of Sakura, the fight for the United States, and the killing across the sea.
All kinds of things are happening, and all kinds of years are spreading.

In the end, his fame shocked the world, and now, there is no one in the entire Great Xia who doesn't know his name.

He was just a beast, but he relied on the relics of the First Emperor to open his spirit, and then he walked step by step to where he is today. He finally reached the pinnacle and killed the souls left over from the ancient times by the immortals, creating unimaginable achievements.

It's a pity that he will eventually die.

His eyebrows were cracked, and his soul was collapsing, falling off and flying in all directions.

At the last moment, the weasel looked at the world with nostalgia and reluctance.

I don't want to die yet, I want to see the real world of immortality.

In this era, I am the only demon clan on earth. I want to see what the demon clan looked like back then. Does the so-called ancient heavenly palace with thousands of demons coming to court really exist?

The weasel stretched out a hand and grabbed forward, but he couldn't do it. He also knew that he didn't have this ability and he would disappear from the world.

Time seemed to be frozen here. The weasel closed his eyes, let his head go blank, and watched himself walking towards death. Everything in front of him was swallowed up by the black mist, and he was about to fall into eternal darkness.

The weasel felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, falling continuously, and blackness completely surrounded him.

However, after a long time, he fell into a trance and found that he was not dead yet, and even the feeling of falling suddenly disappeared.

How is this going? Why am I not dead yet? The weasel spoke softly, and he closed his eyes, waiting for his own death, sending himself away from this world and falling into eternal addiction.

But why does the time around me now seem to have really stopped, extremely long.

The weasel opened his eyes and found that everything around him seemed to have really stopped. His body had dissipated, leaving only a little bit of soul still stained on the body.

But at this last moment, he didn't explode in all directions, and his originally hazy consciousness became clearer.

This is? what's the situation?
Weasel was a little confused. At this last critical moment, he vaguely saw a little green light. The light moved in the hazy place, spreading to his head like ripples and spreading into his soul.

One green silk thread after another, gently passed through his soul, like a tailor, mending and mending his originally riddled soul back together, repairing his worsening injuries.

At the same time, the endless world seemed to have fallen into a freeze state. Except for the love sword that was still spinning around him, everything around him stopped.

The breath of life flowed into his head.

Watching all these miracles, the weasel was completely stunned. What on earth was going on?
The picture scroll of Nuwa Empress reappeared beside her at some point, and the endless laws of life breath poured into him as if they were free of money.

At the moment when these forces focused on him, the pieces of flesh, blood, bones and bodies that had been blown out from all directions, as well as the bodies with broken souls, all reappeared from the void, and were pulled by a huge force to merge into his clothes. middle.

How is this going? Seeing all this, Weasel couldn't believe his eyes. He had already offended Empress Nuwa, but why would he mend his wounds now?

He struggled and turned his head to look, and saw a familiar figure standing there above the scroll of Nuwa Empress. He was wearing an imperial robe, with a calm expression and unimaginable majesty.

He didn't do much, but it seemed like he was just standing here, the center of the world and the universe.

He glanced at the weasel, and finally slowly stretched out a small hand, as if to grasp something, and slowly pulled it. With a simple movement, all the shattered soul, power, flesh and blood in the weasel's original body were still there. The bones are all re-aggregated, making them gradually fuller.

First Emperor.
Seeing that small figure, Weasel's breathing almost stopped, his heart was beating crazily, and he could hardly believe what he saw.

At this last moment, at the last moment of his life, the will of the First Emperor actually resurfaced and stopped everything around him!
Was all of this the work of the First Emperor? Did he do all this? Is this the ray of soul contained in the scroll of Nuwa Empress being activated?

The weasel looked in all directions in surprise, and soon he had the answer in his mind. There was no doubt that this was the work of the First Emperor, and only he could condense all of this across endless years!

On the earth today, only his soul has higher operating rights than him. The blurry little figure stood above the scroll of Nuwa Empress, and his fingers kept tapping lightly in the void. There were large ripples.

Many ripples merged into the weasel's body, gradually pulling him back from the scene of death.

Feeling this scene, the weasel's eyes became moist, and tears fell down as if they were free of money.

He originally thought that he was going to die completely and disappear in this universe, but he didn't expect that he was still alive now.

At the same time, he also realized that this figure was not the real First Emperor, and was different from the one contained in the Ding Qin Sword.

The two are vaguely similar, but they are not exactly the same. This one's eyes are more hollow, but the power contained in his gestures is greater.

Weasel didn't know what all this was about, but he closed his eyes, and the rich breath of life poured into his body, constantly repairing everything.

He seemed to be vaguely aware of the dissatisfaction of Nuwa's painting, but in the end, with the help of the remaining power of the First Emperor, his grown-up body finally recovered.

I never expected that I could survive (End of Chapter)