Chapter 83 [Actually my name is Ji Taxian] "The messenger of the Yellow Emperor." The old madman glanced at him sideways with a strange look. Not long ago, Lin Xian claimed that he was the incarnation of the Green Emperor. In the blink of an eye, he turned into the messenger of Emperor Huang. How many emperors have you attached yourself to? Could there be a White Emperor, a Black Emperor, or a Red Emperor? Sensing the old madman's gaze, Lin Xian was not ashamed, but proud. He coughed and said, "The saint has no heart, and takes the people's heart as his own." "The emperor has no surname, but takes the surnames of all the clans." He was extremely confident, and shone brightly with a little sunshine, revealing a unique temperament, as if he really had the bearing of an emperor. "This……" The two saints looked at each other and gasped, having never heard such a statement before. Could it be that he is really a genius? "Whether it is the Ji family bloodline or not, we will know after verifying it once or twice."
The old saint of the Ji family summoned the Void Emperor Mirror and signaled Lin Xian to drip blood on it. Nothing could tell more clearly than the Emperor Mirror whether the visitor was the bloodline of the Great Emperor. The fragments of the ancestors' great path flow in the blood of future generations, containing infinite hope. If we keep them in mind, there will be a response. This is a kind of hidden virtue, but also a kind of responsibility. It is also a reincarnation and an alternative form of longevity. If certain conditions are met, the supreme ancestor might actually be able to be resurrected from the body of his descendants. "Let me try it." Lin Xian whispered. He, who had always been heartless, had a deep and dark look in his eyes. He gently cut open his fingers, and a drop of divine blood flowed out and fell on the Void Emperor Mirror. In an instant, the chaotic and simple fairy mirror trembled slightly, and a little light flowed out. Although it was weak, it was real! "It's so true!" "Sure enough!" Lin Xian took a deep breath, and knelt down in front of the Void Emperor Mirror. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was really crying, and wailed, "Ancestor, I finally found you." "I crossed the endless sea of stars, was chased by an ancient vicious crocodile, and escaped from the ancient forbidden land. After everything, I finally arrived here." "I, Ji Taxian, can finally return to my roots!" The Void Emperor Mirror trembled and flew back into the hands of the old saint of the Ji family. "That's enough." The old saint of the Ji family coughed and said, "We are all family, stop pretending." "Okay." Lin Xian wiped away her tears instantly, jumped up like a carp, sat upright and said, "Brother Ji, you can trust me now, right?" "Brother Ji?" The old saint of the Ji family had a dark face. He had not heard this kind of address for many years. However, he was too lazy to correct it, because Lin Xian was truly a descendant of Yan and Huang. If you count carefully, all the people on Earth are ancestors of the Ji family. Calling him brother still makes him the better choice.
"If it's really as you said..." The old saint of the Ji family paused, and couldn't help but said excitedly: "The four great emperors are communicating with each other, and combined with the Emperor's Immortal Formation, if a few emperor weapons are added." "This lineup can kill the masters of the Imperial Way!" The identities of prey and hunter are switched in an instant. At that time, it is no longer the Supreme Hunting Universe, but a trap. "More defense, less offense." Lin Xian coughed, interrupting the old saint of the Ji family's fantasy, and said solemnly: "The Supremes are all former emperors. None of them are fools who would go and die on their own." "What a pity!" The old saint of the Ji family sighed. As the descendants of the Void Emperor, they were born with a blood feud with the Immortal Mountain, and the relationship was irreconcilable. When he was young, he also wanted to prove his truth, continue the legend of the Void Emperor, and kill the supreme being. However, his potential is limited, and reaching the saint level is his limit. “Unless…” Lin Xian paused, a smile appeared on his face, and he lowered his voice and said: “Bind more forces and gather all the imperial soldiers in the universe.” "How can it be!" The old saint of the Ji family subconsciously retorted that the holy land families each had their own interests, so how could they unite? When imperial soldiers meet, they have to determine who is superior and who is inferior among themselves. How can they possibly cooperate? Unless there is a huge danger that threatens the life of the imperial soldier, the imperial soldier gods will put aside their arrogance and join forces. "Under normal circumstances, it is naturally impossible." Lin Xian said calmly: "What if the dark turmoil breaks out and threatens the safety of the emperor's descendants?" The old saint of the Ji family was slightly stunned, but he was also very experienced. He quickly reacted and asked thoughtfully: "You mean, let them go to Earth as well." "Do not." Lin Xian smiled brightly and said leisurely, "It is because the holy land family begged us to board the salvation ship and go to the ancient star to avoid the dark turmoil." "When faced with a life-or-death crisis, people will naturally abandon external things." "How much is a life-saving ticket worth?" "By then, how many saints will be willing to sell everything they have to help their disciples reach the Pure Land on the other side." "How many great and powerful people want to protect their descendants and continue their bloodline, regardless of the cost." “This is the hope of life.” When others are fearful, I am greedy; when others are greedy, I am fearful. Big risks also mean big opportunities. As terrifying as the Dark Supreme is, how hard the monks in the universe will work to survive. Lin Xian whispered like a devil, and the old saint of the Ji family's eyes widened instantly, and he said with a trembling voice: "This chess game is too big!" It is so big that even the ancient families cannot afford it, and even the saints are terrified of it. If something goes wrong, the entire universe will be buried with it, and not even the imperial soldiers can protect the Ji family. "Of course it's not just the Ji family."
Lin Xian counted on his fingers and said, "Huangdi is the Great Emperor of Void, Yandi is the Great Emperor of Hengyu, Laozi is the Great Lord of Daode, and Sakyamuni is the Great Emperor of Amitabha. These are the four families. If we count Qinglian and Tianxuan, it will be six families." "Who knows how many old zongzi are buried in that damn place of Honghuang Ancient Star." "Move the Light Clan to the vicinity of the ancient star, and let the Dark Supreme massacre the Light Clan. The imperial soldiers will wail." "Do you think a bright God Yahweh will appear on Earth?" "There are also the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, Fuxi, Nuwa, and Dayu..." "The water on the ancient star is very deep!" The old saint and the old madman of the Ji family became more and more frightened the more they listened. What kind of hellish place is this? The Earth, the ancient planet, are they really that scary? "Another Emperor Burial Star." The old madman spoke in a deep voice, revealing the truth that had existed for eternity. The Taoist who had fallen into depravity and cut off one's own path chose to lie dormant in the Big Dipper. He who did not want to start a dark turmoil but was unwilling to die was buried on the Earth. These are the two extremes of life and death. There is death in life and there is life in death. Some supreme beings seem to be alive but are actually dead, while some supreme beings seem to be dead but are actually alive forever. At this moment, even System 10086 couldn't help but exclaimed: "Host, you are playing a bit too big. You are really not afraid of death." "Not afraid of death? That's why I do this because I'm afraid of death." Lin Xian sighed in his heart: "Two hundred years later, the dark turmoil, the supreme death, the Big Dipper exploded, the universe was washed with blood, and only one in ten living beings survived. Even a person with great luck like Ye Fan was on the verge of death." "How can I guarantee that I can survive the dark turmoil?" "Rely on the Green Emperor? A flower that should have become an immortal, but instead lost contact with the immortal." "Relying on a ruthless person? A restricted area master who cares about no one but Ye Fan and has a brother complex?" "I'm just trying to survive." You can only let go when you are alive. When you are dead, it is called letting go and rotting, lying flat in the morgue. Only by surviving the deadly catastrophe of darkness and turmoil can one truly live a carefree life. (End of this chapter)