The scum is all over the world, and there are Shura fields everywhere

Chapter 327 Emperor
Even though she knew it was like a moth flying into a flame, Yang Rongrong still wanted to take a gamble.

The colorfully dressed woman sighed softly: "Well, I hope you won't regret it."

She spread her arms and closed her eyes.

The colorful feathers on the skirt caught fire.

The flames quickly spread throughout the body.

Her body gradually disappeared in the flames. At the same time, the temperature in the reincarnation realm continued to rise, and the colorful blocks around it seemed to be burned and began to distort and deform.

Yang Rongrong was sweating all over from the heat.

Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet disappeared and turned into a huge black hole.

Without warning, she fell into the black hole.

After a moment she landed steadily, and looking around, she found herself in an exquisite and luxurious palace, which was filled with extremely rich and pure spiritual energy.

Besides her, there was also a handsome man in a snow-white robe.

The man was looking down at the chessboard in front of him, as if thinking about what to do next.
Noticing someone coming, the man raised his head and looked at Yang Rongrong.

The two looked at each other.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Finally, the man in white spoke first to break the silence.

"You came."

The voice was clear, cold and distant, making Yang Rongrong feel very familiar.

She quickly remembered that when she was possessed, she heard a man muttering about the people of the world in her dream, and that man's voice was exactly the same as the one in front of her.

Yang Rongrong involuntarily tensed her body and asked vigilantly.

"Are you the Emperor?"

The man in white admitted frankly: "It's me."

He has an impeccably handsome face, his eyes are filled with compassion, and his whole body exudes a gentle aura.

Such a gentle and tolerant immortal who holds a high position can easily make people let down their guard and want to trust him involuntarily.

But Yang Rongrong always remained vigilant.

She would never forget that it was this guy in front of her who tried time and again to kill her with thunder.

The emperor raised his right hand and gestured for him to sit down.

"Long time no see, sit down and play a game of chess with me."

Yang Rongrong walked over and took a look at the chess game on the board.

The Emperor is holding the white pieces, and there are more white pieces on the board. It seems that the white pieces have the upper hand, but looking at the overall situation, you can find that the white pieces are distributed very scattered, and it is not easy for him to win this game completely.

Yang Rongrong moved her eyes away from the chessboard, raised her eyes and looked at the Emperor again, and found that the Emperor was staring at her intently.

That look was bone-chillingly cold.

Yang Rongrong involuntarily took a step back and said in a deep voice: "I didn't come here to play chess with you."

The emperor smiled, as if an elder was looking at his own useless child.

He held a white chess piece between his fingertips and said in a casual tone, "So what are you doing here?"

Yang Rongrong moved her fingers, and the Wuwang Sword appeared in the palm of her right hand.

She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and said word by word: "I am here to kill you."

The smile on the emperor's face quickly disappeared.

He showed a bored expression and threw the white piece back.

"You're still the same stubborn and stupid person as before."

The chess piece fell into the box with a crisp click.

Yang Rongrong suddenly threw out a handful of flame talismans.

The talisman exploded in the air, and the blazing flames rushed towards the emperor. The emperor did not dodge or evade, and the flames were reflected in his eyes, reflecting a ghostly brilliance.

The flame suddenly stopped three inches away from him.

Then he suddenly changed direction and pounced towards Yang Rongrong with even greater speed!
Yang Rongrong swung her sword to cut through the raging flames. The sharp blade, wrapped in a fierce sword energy, stabbed fiercely into the emperor's heart.

The Emperor still did not move.

He just looked at Yang Rongrong quietly.

Yang Rongrong felt an invisible powerful resistance, and the momentum of her sword slowed down involuntarily.

She mobilized all the spiritual power in her body, clenched her teeth, and penetrated the resistance bit by bit.

After much difficulty, he managed to place the tip of the sword against the emperor's heart, but it was difficult to move forward even an inch.

At this time, Wuwang Sword was trembling slightly, as if in fear. Her entire right arm was numb, the palm of her hand was burning with pain, and the base of her palm was torn. Blood was flowing out of the wound, dripping down one by one.

The Emperor looked at her pale face and said calmly.

"Is this all your strength?"

Yang Rongrong said nothing, beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down her forehead.

She had not given up yet. She was still squeezing out the spiritual power in her body, trying to pierce the tip of the sword into the emperor's body.

The emperor's eyes showed disappointment: "I thought that since you could appear in front of me, you should at least be able to fight with me for a few moves. Now it seems that I overestimated you. If I had known this, I would have killed you directly. Why would I have spent so much effort?"

After he finished speaking, he looked away and no longer looked at Yang Rongrong.

A terrifyingly powerful spiritual force pressed down heavily.

The blade of the Wuwang Sword began to break inch by inch.

Yang Rongrong was attacked back and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

She wanted to find the Xuanji Pen, but the Emperor did not give her the chance. A white chess piece had penetrated her skull and shattered her soul.

She didn't even have time to make any sound before her eyes went dark and she died on the spot.

Yang Rongrong's body fell limply to the ground, her eyes wide open, her face full of unwillingness.

Her soul has left her body and is floating in the air.

The Emperor, who had already sat back in his original position and was ready to continue playing chess, seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly turned around and looked straight at the direction where Yang Rongrong's soul was.

He seemed to be able to see Yang Rongrong's soul, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared on his usually calm face.

Yang Rongrong was already dead at this time, but she still felt nervous with her heart beating faster.

She knew that her soul had been discovered by the Emperor.

He would definitely not let her go.

Fortunately, the system's voice appeared in time -

"It is detected that the host's life signs have ceased, and the emergency procedure is automatically triggered."

Yang Rongrong's soul disappeared from the spot.

A moment later, she came to the familiar darkness again. There were two familiar figures in front of her. They were "her" and Feng Huaiyu from her previous life.

"She" was still wearing a colorful long dress, and the colorful feathers on the hem were particularly bright in the dark.

Feng Huaiyu changed into a light blue gown today. His long silver hair was tied up with a jade hairpin. A strand of hair fell in front of his forehead, making his face look even more handsome like jade.

"You said you've never seen the outside world, right? I'll show you a little bit."

After saying that, he took out a scroll.

As the scroll slowly unfolded, a vivid scene of urban life appeared before the two people.

The next moment the characters in the painting came to life.

"She" stared at the scroll without blinking, watching the men, women, old and young in the painting busy with their own things, the women chatting while weaving, the peddlers walking through the streets with their shoulder poles, the children chasing and playing in the streets and alleys, and the laughter drifting out from the scroll.

This is the worldly life that "she" who has always lived alone in the darkness has never experienced.