Vol 2 Chapter 1944: Resurrection Empress
The blood in the man is moving.
When he came out, his scarlet eyes were still a little blank.
It seems to have gone through vicissitudes, the sun and the moon have changed.
Just woke up from the long river of time.
He was slowly exploring the outside world.
"I haven't seen this sky for a long time, what year is it today?" the white-haired man asked.
His voice was so majestic that it made people want to answer quickly.
The Shiyan Taoist's expression changed, but he couldn't hold back and said, "It's already 1098 years of the Holy Calendar."
When the voice fell, Daoist Shiyan felt a little unbelievable.
He even took the initiative to speak.
He could feel that the white-haired man did not deliberately use any force to control him.
That's a momentum.
A strong power of superiors.
Everyone in this world has power, and when you have been an official for a long time, you will have official power, which makes people afraid to look directly at them.
The more people are killed, the more violent it will be.
And this is the case with this man, his power has been able to arouse the general trend of the world with every move.
As soon as the man opened his mouth, the people next to him couldn't help but answer.
"Holy Calendar!"
The white-haired man muttered to himself.
"Her days have passed so long."
"The times, the times!"
The white-haired man said this, his eyes seemed to look around.
I looked at the whole map of mountains and rivers.
He stood on the spot and did nothing, the whole world had a panoramic view.
"Shanhe Shejitu has woken up, why did so few people come?"
He seemed to be asking a question, and Daoist Shiyan replied subconsciously again: "The treasure was born too early.
The news is estimated to have spread to other parts of the host city.
Those of us who are close, come first.
As long as the sensation caused by Shanhe Shejitu is bigger, there will definitely be no shortage of people. "
"Then wait, wait," the white-haired man muttered to himself.
"Who are you?" At this time, Xu Zimo asked.
He originally thought that this was the residence of the Empress, but he did not expect such an existence to appear.
This white-haired man is very strong.
How strong it is, Xu Zimo is a little unpredictable.
He should have been a three-corpse powerhouse who had realized the Tao before.
It's just that it has been dusted or suppressed in this cave for countless years, and its own realm has not risen or fallen.
Now it seems that even the Three Flower Realm is inferior.
Although this white-haired man looks strong, this is actually the power he has accumulated over the years.
It seemed that he was extremely powerful.
Hearing Xu Zimo's question, the white-haired man turned to look at Xu Zimo.
The white-haired man was stunned.
As if seeing something incredible.
"Like, too similar."
He looked at Xu Zimo and looked at it carefully.
"You are so similar to an adult I've seen before."
"Which lord?" Xu Zimo asked back.
"Demon Lord!"
"Yes, the Lord of the Demon Race," the white-haired man nodded affirmatively.
"It's not like, you are him, right?"
The white-haired man looked very excited.
Looking a little excited.
Strong sacrifice read sacrifice. "Yes, the Demon Lord is resurrected."
"The devil is indeed resurrected, but I am not him," Xu Zimo shook his head.
"My name is Xu Zimo, and I only represent myself."
This time 17bX*WX* Zhang Si. He had heard a word.
The demon masters of all dynasties will be resurrected, and so on and on, until the completion of his plan to destroy the sky.
Therefore, there are many people who carry the power of the Demon Lord. The previous generation of Demon Lords, the previous generation, there are many such people.
But there is only one Demon Lord.
The person who has died is completely dead, and even if the Demon Lord is resurrected, it cannot be him.
Just like the previous generation of demon masters.
He is dead when he is dead.
Even if a new generation of demon masters is born, it will be Xu Zimo, who has nothing to do with the previous generation of demon masters.
In the same way, even if Xu Zimo died, the resurrection of the next generation of demon masters would have nothing to do with him.
Demon Lord is a title, but each generation of resurrected people is different.
So the previous generation of demon masters said.
Those who cannot cut the sky successfully are not qualified to be called devil masters.
And Xu Zimo also understood.
He is just Xu Zimo, as for the other demon masters, he cannot represent him either.
He only represents himself.
As for the Demon Lord, it wasn't what he wanted.
It's just that he inherited this power and has the same ambition as him, so he took it.
Even if there is no such thing as the previous generation of demon masters, with his temper, he will still cut the sky.
This is not for other reasons, but for every strong person who is unwilling to be subordinated to others, and is not allowed to happen.
...
"The Demon Lord has been resurrected, so the Empress must also be resurrected," the white-haired man laughed.
"Tell me, it must be successful, right!"
"It depends on whether the Empress has left behind," Xu Zimo said.
"The demon masters of the past dynasties can be resurrected, but Heaven cannot kill them.
As for the others, not so much.
After all, if you fail to cut the sky, the end is definitely not easy. "
If you kill the sky and die, the way of heaven will never give you a chance to be resurrected.
It is estimated that it will be very difficult for the Empress to be resurrected.
Xu Zimo just couldn't bear to hit the opponent.
"No, I will definitely resurrect her, no matter how hard it is, as long as she is alive."
The white-haired man said.
He slowly raised his head, the scarlet meaning in his eyes even more frightening.
"How about you do me a favor?"
The white-haired man looked at Xu Zimo and Shiyan Daoist, UU reading www. uukanshu.com said.
The voice fell, and the white-haired man waved his hand.
On the blood mountain, there seems to be a door opened.
In this portal, there are countless gold and silver treasures, magical weapons, and magical medicines.
In an instant, Baoguang exploded, the sky was full of radiance, and countless artistic concepts soared.
This turned out to be a treasure trove.
And no ordinary treasure trove.
The treasure house is definitely the treasure left over from the imperial tomb.
Everything in here may cause bloodshed in the outside world.
But now it is in front of the two of them.
I just heard the white-haired man say, "As long as you help me, this treasure trove will be given to you."
"What do you want us to do?" Daoist Shiyan asked quickly.
Even if he is a descendant of the Heavenly Mystery Holy Land, he is still envious of the treasures of this Emperor's Tomb.
Some of them are arithmetic treasures, and even he is salivating.
On the contrary, to Xu Zimo, treasures have no meaning at all.
The stronger the strength, the weaker the treasure's blessing to oneself.
He can kill everything with just a knife.
"I need people, more people, stronger people," the white-haired man said seriously.
"You... what do you want to do?" Shiyan Daoist seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help asking.
"Resurrection Empress."
The white-haired man spoke every word, and when he spoke, there was a faint sound of thunder in the sky.
Make a big tyrant. The thunder seemed to represent the wrath of Heaven.
Don't be afraid that this is the emperor's grave, this is the map of the mountains and rivers.
Not even in the Nine Domains.
But the Heavenly Dao of the Nine Regions still seems to be able to see through here.
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