Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 1206: Emperor Zhu is alive! (3)
"Come, who is it?"

A voice, I don't know how many vicissitudes it has gone through, how many years it has traveled, followed by the change, it came out from an unknown corner of the sky, hovering in this empty and vast central altar, that extremely tired but uneasy The tone of demeanor was like an old man sighing.

It's just that the sigh in the evening is not lacking in a compelling and sharp momentum!
"Chilong, why, there is the breath of a red dragon." Before Ling Wushuang and others had any response, the voice said again, and the suffocating breath around him also slowed down at this moment .

Then there were a few small murmurs, "Red Dragon."

Although it is a gentle voice, if you listen carefully, you can feel the undetectable joy and excitement under the extremely controlled tone.

Ling Wushuang turned her eyes and exchanged glances with Lou Junyan. Through the few intermittent words, she also had a guess in her heart, so she took a step forward in the face of the vast overflowing momentum like the sea, and raised her voice, " The senior didn't feel wrong, because the junior had the bone sand of the senior Chilong in his hands, but he boldly took it with him because he hadn't found the ruins of the Spirit Island for His Majesty Chilong in time."

Hearing this, Daohe next to him took a look at Ling Wushuang, and then nodded silently.

"Bone, sand, bone sand." The desolate voice murmured lightly, followed by a series of helpless laughs. After careful identification, one could hear the complexity, reminiscence, heartache, regret, and Sad, "All have left."

While the voice gradually weakened, the silhouette of a giant's back gradually appeared in the vast white light. When he turned around, several people showed surprised expressions on their faces.

That phantom, eight feet tall, stood in the center of the altar, his voice was already so rough, but like the red dragon, he looked like a young man in his thirties and forties, only the gap between his eyebrows His exhaustion made him look quite vicissitudes. What is puzzling is that that temperament does not belong to a peerless expert who shows his sharpness, but a kind of scholar-like elegance, young master.

"This is again, how many years have passed."

He lowered his eyes and looked down, his tone was as light as dust, although his attitude was serene, it gave people a sense of oppression from the inside out.

And Yun Muchen's stupefied expression was even more obvious. After seeing him staring fixedly for a few times, both eyebrows trembled fiercely, so exaggerated that they almost fell off directly. He took a step forward calmly, "Dare to ask, but I am the Emperor Zhuhuang."

Appearing in this place, with such an appearance, and being able to sense His Majesty Chilong's aura so keenly, there is no doubt that it is the Emperor Zhuhuang God King!
Although the phantom in front of him is huge, it somehow gives people a feeling that it will collapse at any time.

"Who are you?" Although he didn't directly respond to Yun Muchen's words, it was self-evident.

"It's really the power to kill the emperor." Daohe froze in place, the ecstasy that swarmed in his heart made him ignore a big problem, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and hurriedly said, "Junior Daohe , is the descendant of His Majesty Chilong on Lingdao Island, who has seen the King Zhuhuang!"

And Ling Wushuang's expression was so subtle that it was cute. After looking at Yun Muchen with bulging eyes, he slowly turned his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the tall phantom with a calm expression.

Fengyun's ancient God King Zhuhuang, the supreme god who ruled the ancient times, would look like such a frail scholar, no, Ling Wushuang shook his head carelessly, this doesn't seem to be the point, God King Zhuhuang is still alive In this world!
No wonder, if this is the case, it can also make sense. In ancient times, Senior Chilong fought with the Emperor Zhuhuang and became a life-and-death friend. If he is really capable of killing the emperor, he must be able to detect the aura of his best friend.

"It's just a remnant of soul." Lou Junyan opened his mouth at this time, as if a basin of cold water was poured down from the top of his head, which instantly woke up his excited nerves.

Seeing Ling Wushuang turned her head to look at her, Lou Junyan met her doubtful expression, and explained calmly, "Perhaps, it's not even a remnant soul, it should be just a remnant of consciousness left in the world, because this The formation, or other reasons, failed to disperse."

"Consciousness?" Ling Wushuang murmured, looking up at the phantom giant in front of him.

Consciousness is an existence that is more ethereal and fragile than the soul. A mysterious master whose strength has climbed to the extreme can only separate when he has no power to gather the soul. Even Ling Wushuang's current state cannot do it. If what Lou Junyan said is true, he can separate his consciousness and keep it in the world for millions of years, how damn powerful it is!
"It's just consciousness, how could it be."

Yun Muchen raised his head in a daze, he couldn't believe it, or he himself didn't want to believe this cruel reality, he looked at the phantom in front of him that was flickering, as if it would separate and disintegrate at any time. Responding to his previous inquiry with some seriousness, "I am a descendant of Nanyu, the [-]th generation of Tianzun of Nanyu, Yun Muchen, and I have met the Emperor Zhuhuang."

Although he already knew very well in his heart that what existed in front of them might really be just a trace of consciousness left by Emperor Zhu, but Yun Muchen's words still showed a lot of respect for this senior.

"It was originally a descendant of Nanyu Lingdao."

Zhu Huang's huge phantom was vague and uncertain, and his tone was even softer, as if he didn't have the strength to pursue and explain so much, his eyes turned indifferently, and then fell on Ling Wushuang and Lou Junyan, "Little guy, are you again? Who is it, this is the forbidden land of the gods, and no one else is allowed to trespass."

However, before Emperor Zhu could finish his sentence, his misty eyes fixed on Lou Junyan's body for an instant, and he could feel that the phantom aura of his huge body had become very unstable in vain.

"At the top of the day, Lou Junyan, I have met Senior Zhuhuang." Lou Junran said calmly, his eyes met the eyes that cast a large number of him, calm and relaxed, and his words were relaxed, his slender body was in front of the giant. Standing indifferently under the phantom, his momentum and temperament are not at all bleak.

Naturally, not obtrusively.

Ling Wushuang was wandering between respect and seriousness, but he couldn't lose his basic politeness, so he nodded and parted his red lips lightly, "Goddess of Nanyu, Ling Wushuang has seen the Emperor Zhuhuang."

Zhu Huang's phantom floated, his breath was uncertain, Youyuan locked on Lou Junyan tightly with his ancient and desolate gentle eyes, it seemed that everything around him couldn't attract his attention at all, and for a while, the entire altar space fell silent .

After a long while, he heard his exhausted to the extreme, as if he couldn't bear the sudden joyful voice, he suppressed his breath and dared not burst out, and said slowly, "Son, you are the blood of my god race."

Although it was a questioning tone, it was already very certain.

(End of this chapter)