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Chapter 220 The 'Human Emperor' dies! (Down)

Baihong Mansion, Night Pavilion;
Blood rain sprinkled on the rubble of the buildings on the street, splashing scarlet ripples, dyeing the originally quiet Baihong Mansion into a thrilling picture.

Yao Yuqing looked like "Yao Qingqing" at the age of eight, standing quietly by the window, looking through the dense rain curtain, staring at the blood-red rain lines, her eyes full of disbelief.

She couldn't believe that Emperor Yu would die so unexpectedly!
It's just a fierce spirit, and it's not like she hasn't suppressed it before!

After endless years of suppression, those fierce gods were no longer as powerful as before. Even she could easily suppress them, let alone Emperor Yu, who was much more terrifying than her.
But when she thought of Emperor Yu's almost exhausted body, she became a little unsure.

The voice that echoed in her heart just now and the bloody rain in front of her also reminded her that all of this was true.

Not just her, but also the entire Baihong Mansion.

The entire world was enveloped in the majestic rain of blood at this moment.

All human beings, regardless of their status or level of cultivation, invariably stopped what they were doing at this moment.

Some of those Mahayana old monsters who were usually aloof and whose cultivation reached the sky, some looked shocked, some frowned, and some looked at the sky solemnly.

The aged Li Tangshi stood in front of the threshold of the Demon Suppression Department's martial arts hall, with sad eyes and tight lips staring at the rain of blood.

There is no doubt that once Emperor Yu dies, he will face countless immortal cultivators. Even if Dayu has five earth immortals, it will be difficult to avoid the fate of being divided or even collapsed.

Although some of them had been preparing for the chaos that would follow the death of the Human Emperor, when that day came, they fell into an unprecedented confusion.

Because they know very little about the ancient era where the last Human Emperor lived.

Although the Holy Land Sect and many old monsters often spoke wildly, asserting that Emperor Yu would not live for fifty-three years, deep down in their hearts they were not completely sure.

After all, Da Qian only offended Yao Yuqing, but in Dayu's two hundred years of imperial rule, he offended all the sects in the world and countless cultivators who reached heaven!
The people who have been cultivating and recuperating for two hundred and forty-seven years under the protection of Emperor Yu will also see the true face of the immortal cultivator who has pretended to be a good person for more than two hundred years.

Just as no one knows the upper limit of the Human Emperor's power, no one knows whether Emperor Yu will be able to live longer after fifty-three years.

In their eyes, the majestic rain of blood poured down like a waterfall one after another, as if it was going to dye the whole world blood red!
This is no longer just rain, but a rain of blood that contains the sorrow of heaven and earth!
Its arrival is not only a farewell to the Human Emperor, but also seems to be mourning in advance for the coming chaos in the world.

Emperor Yu's deeds of conquering the world, establishing the Yu Kingdom, conquering the world of demons, and marching across the world of immortality with boundless power are still vivid in his mind as if they happened yesterday.

But most of them are like Bai Wuji, whose mind instantly goes blank.

They had no intention of thinking about the future at this moment, and everyone was immersed in sadness.

For people like them, two to three hundred years is just a snap of a finger.

In fact, Dayu couldn't shrink back like Daqian back then.

And those mortal vendors who were busy at the corners and alleys didn't know when they put down their work and looked up with blank faces, as if being pulled by some unknown force.

Even the five earthly immortals who had received notification from Emperor Yu in advance, as well as people close to him such as Tu Rentu of Song Dynasty, seemed to be infected by the rain of blood, showing their different characteristics.

When the confusion passed, many people fell to the ground limply and shed tears.

The obese Lu Zhong stood on the top of a certain mountain, completely immersing himself in the rain of blood. As an Earth Immortal, it was okay even if he didn't breathe, but at this moment, he felt as if his throat was blocked and he clutched his chest. , eyes blank, breathing heavily.

Huang Shan, who looked like an old farmer, sat on the steps outside the Dashan Hall, smoking a dry cigarette in silence, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes.

Wu Xingguo, who looks young, wears armor, holds a saber in his hand, rides a colorful tiger, and looks like a tiger general. He is standing in front of his house, gritting his teeth and staring at the rain curtain woven with blood in front of him. Earthly Immortal Mo Feng, who had an ordinary face of a middle-aged man and would never be found in the crowd, was suspended above the sea that had been stained red with blood and had become rough due to heavy rain and strong winds, looking up at the gloomy sea. Sky.

Even if blood hit his face, he never blinked.

This strange scene of the death of the Human Emperor was like an iron hammer hitting their foreheads heavily. It was like a million tiny needles pricking their hearts.

Even with the dog's advance explanation, they were almost immersed in sadness like everyone else and couldn't help themselves.

And this bloody rain also sounded the alarm in their hearts!

Although the five Earth Immortals were not together, at this moment, they all had the same idea.

"Even if there is no recovery after death, we will never let the dog die!"

After thinking of this, they immediately followed the dog's instructions and started busy with the follow-up matters.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, the Forbidden Army, the various guard posts, various city lords, and even the light and dark guards of the Demon Suppression Department all need them to organize and make selections.

They must stabilize people's hearts in the shortest possible time and select those who are disloyal.

Otherwise, Dayu may really be in ruins!
In the archives building in Guanhai City, Qin Mu also came to the window.

In the majestic rain of blood, the captains who were guarding outside the archives building day and night all became dejected and their eyes were dull.

After Qin Mu glanced sideways at them, his eyes returned to the heavy rain that covered the entire Guanhai City in blood.

Different from these captains and even the people of the world.

Even though Qin Mu heard the voice that resounded in his heart, he did not believe that Emperor Yu would die.

This Human Emperor has seven golden figures in his hands, one of whom has already reached the peak of Mahayana, and another who has practiced the 'Human Emperor Sutra (pseudo)', and has even reached the Celestial Realm.

When there is only one immortal named Yao Yuqing in the world, no existence can pass by those two golden figures and kill Emperor Yu!
After thinking about this, Qin Mu couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

"Why would he choose to fake his death?"

"Don't he know that the reason why the world is peaceful and the reason why those monks are honest is because he is alive?"

With these doubts, Qin Mu immediately called the Twelve Golden Men in his heart, and through their projections, he saw the image of Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain far away in the horizon.

At the same time, monks from all over the world began to talk about it.

For those monks with low cultivation levels, Dayu's existence has never had a great impact on them.

It was even because of Emperor Yu's protection that many monks with advanced cultivation levels did not dare to exploit them.

While they were talking about it, they all understood one thing.

The rain of blood after Emperor Yu's death has undoubtedly changed the structure of the entire world, and will also change the fate of each of them.

(End of this chapter)