Help! This savior is too stupid!

When Emperor Wu Tian rushed to the top of the snow-capped mountains, what he saw was not only the flying snow but also the mess everywhere.

After all, He came a step too late.

The coffin has been disintegrated, and the doors of various departments are scattered on the ground like garbage.

Jiang Bai's body was stuck sideways in the snowdrift, like a crooked snowman.

There were traces of lightning, fire, wind and rain on the corpse.

Obviously, all the disasters had happened before Emperor Wu Tian came.

As for why there are no traces of the disaster...

Because Li Pingping is too weak, his disaster seems ordinary...

Looking at Jiang Bai's body, Emperor Wu Tian felt inexplicably emotional.

"Counting the days, it's been twenty years."

"It is said that in the previous Internet articles, there was something called the twenty-three-year cicada."

"When you were alive before, I didn't feel anything unusual. When you died... nothing seemed unusual either."

In the wind and snow, Emperor Wu Tian suddenly smiled.

He realized that he had said nonsense.

I originally thought that after the death of the Calamity Emperor, disasters would continue. Who would have thought that twenty years had passed peacefully.

This is what Emperor Wu Tian is not used to.

So many plans were made for the death of Emperor Calamity, but none of them were used.

A bunch of demons who can't make a difference, but make the Pure Land miserable.

Jiang Bai's death this time was a bit too real.

As for the overall situation, the battle between the Pure Land and the Demon Realm... for Emperor Wu Tian, ​​it was just ordinary.

Since He became the Emperor of Heaven, hasn’t the Pure Land always been like this?

Yesterday, today, tomorrow.

Nothing seems to have changed.

He protects the pure land with his fists.

However, without the Kongtian Emperor and the Calamity Emperor, the Wutian Emperor has been able to support the Pure Land alone for ten years...

Emperor Wu Tian was not tired, but the problem was that the others in Pure Land were almost unable to hold on any longer.

If everyone was as good at fighting as Emperor Wu Tian, ​​the Pure Land would have reached the Origin City long ago...

Then the Demon Lord didn't need to create any eternal disaster, and Emperor Wu Tian directly caused the disaster.

The current situation is not good for the Pure Land.

The strong men in the Pure Land had no way to evacuate. The way to retreat was completely blocked. If they opened the passage again, the monsters would rush out with them.

By then, the war has reached the Pure Land and the losses will be great.

These people originally planned to die in the demon world and use the blood of a generation to buy at least thirty years of peace.

Now it seems that they are more than half successful.

Emperor Wu Tian can guarantee that there is no one in this demonic land who can kill him alone.

But what does it matter if Emperor Wu Tian lives alone?

"If a Heavenly Emperor dies in ten years, he will be alone after all."

"But after the death of Gu, who can save the world?"

Emperor Wu Tian didn't know the answer.

When Jiang Baixing was buried, it was Emperor Wu Tian who helped him get through.

Now that Jiang Bai's body is back, it's time for Emperor Wu Tian to send him to his grave.

Holding the coffin boards scattered on the ground with one hand and Jiang Bai who was like a popsicle in the other, Emperor Wu Tian strode away.

And on the top of the snow-capped mountains, in an ordinary corner, deep in the soil, a cicada lay quietly.

This cicada is waiting for the day when it breaks out of the ground. ,

That day is not far away.

...

Origin city, ruins.

The old magic stick looked sad and anxious every day, but did not leave the Origin City and went directly to find the little carrot head.

This is His Master's destiny.

If He takes action, it will have no positive effect other than making the situation worse and risking his own life.

When Dubu Jiutian came back, the old magic stick hurriedly greeted him.

"Did that one come back to life?"

Dubu Jiutian said happily,

"Damn to death!"

The old magician's face darkened. His master had clearly gone down, so why was the Emperor of Disaster still not alive?

He didn't dare to tell Master's fortune. This was disrespectful.

I didn't dare to tell that person's fortune. Last time, I just said a word and got him involved.

He could only use curves to tell fortunes and began to calculate the fate of the Sky Emperor.

Then....

Everything He calculated came to nothing.

"Strange, why was I here just now?"

The old magic stick raised his eyebrows and started pacing again.

Dubu Jiutian returned to the fish stall with two frozen fish and threw the fish into the water tank.

"Who asked you to put this?"

The fish stall owner came out and said, "Dirty all my fish!"

"I've been unhappy with you for a long time!"

Dubu Jiutian did not swallow his anger like before, but instead screamed,

"I got the things back for you, what else do you want!"

The fish stall owner sneered,

"The wings have grown hard, right? How can you live here without me taking you in?"

Dubu Jiutian retorted,

"The sky is big and the earth is big, I can't go anywhere!"

The fish stall owner nodded repeatedly.

"Ah, yes, yes, go to the Pure Land and become a short-lived Heavenly Emperor, exchanging your own life for worthless time, and putting everything you have so far into it."

Dubu Jiutian was still arrogant, "I am happy with it, but you can control it!"

The fish seller smiled sarcastically, saying,

"Hey, who cares about you? You are so powerful. When Emperor Wu Tian dies, you will take office. You will be the head of the Pure Land Emperor. How majestic you are!"

hiss--

Dubu Jiutian said in surprise, "How come I didn't realize that you, an old immortal, are so capable of yin and yang before?"

The fish seller snorted coldly, "You haven't learned to cry when I kill people!"

Who can gain a foothold in this origin city is not much older than Dubu Jiutian?

Dubu Jiutian was getting angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and was about to leave.

"You have grown up and become younger and younger. What are you going to do next? Are you going to run away from home like that little kid?"

The old man's ridicule became more and more piercing. How could Dubu Jiutian bear it?

You provoke me to leave, but I won't!

Hey, guess what, I'm staying here!

The fishmonger was fed up and kicked him out.

"Take this dirty thing away quickly and throw it into the sewer. You can die wherever you want..."

Just like that, Dubu Jiutian came to the sewer with the thawed Yin-Yang fish.

"Speaking of which, I am also releasing it, right?"

Du Bu Jiu Tian held the Yin Yang fish in his palm and said to it seriously,

"I don't know if you are a catfish, but don't worry, people in this city don't poop, so even if you eat a corpse in the sewer, you won't eat shit..."

Yin Yang Fish: ? ? ?

"Okay, since Jiang Bai is dead, he is the little cicada, and I am the big cicada."

"Forget it, whoever wants to be the cicada can be the cicada. I don't have the courage to be a cicada, but I have the courage to pretend to be a cicada, and I have a lot of courage!"

"I have long wanted to pretend to be a cicada and satisfy my addiction to being the Emperor..."

After releasing the Yin Yang fish, Du Bu Jiu Tian strode away. He was going to do what he wanted.

The Yin Yang fish was a little confused in the sewer.

For some reason, it could feel the feeling of "going home" here.

Could it be that...the Emperor of Disasters was actually alive a long time ago?

That corpse was also a fake?

Just as Yin Yang Fish was imagining, a mysterious figure walked out from the depths of the sewer, stepped on the muddy waterway, but did not make any sound.

His first words directly dispelled Yin Yang Fish's doubts,

"No need to guess, I am not the Emperor of Disaster."