"Save our master!"

The swordsman knelt on the ground, his eyes red, and tears kept falling.

"Please! As long as you save our master, from now on, our lives will be yours!"

"Not bad! Even if we are to die, we will not blink!"

Bang!

Someone kowtowed heavily.

"Please!"

All thirteen people knelt down!

Kowtow again.

"Your master is determined to die, so I can only do my best." Li Shier nodded, squatted down, and placed his hand on the imperial master's chest.

Once it touched, it collapsed directly.

The body of the imperial master is still hard in no place.

Being able to behave like a person is already the limit that the sword energy can achieve after it explodes.

It's quite decent.

In a sense, although people today were brought by the imperial teacher, it was a consequence of their own fault.

But without the Emperor's Master desperately repelling the blood of God for nearly a thousand meters, I'm afraid that no one in the house would survive.

Li Shier could feel that when the Emperor Master fought with him, he did show the strongest strength and had a strong battle to fight the last fight.

But there are always something wrong in it, and Li Shier can't remember it for the time being.

"No more help."

Looking at the Emperor Master who was inserted into his chest by the sword, Li Shier shook his head helplessly. "This sword is the last pleasure he gives him. His muscles and bones are broken, and there is no possibility of survival."

Facing the fall of the former emperor, he felt a little sad.

Li Shier, whose love has been wiped out after countless lives, lived like an ordinary person again in the years when he lost his memory.

Nowadays, facing the death of the imperial master, it is inevitable that he will feel a little emotional.

"That coffin is used." Li Shier shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Build it here simply. When the crisis passes, I will ask someone to help your master hold a grand funeral."

The imperial master was really dead, which Li Shier didn't expect.

Except for people like the Guidi Emperor, Li Shier really never thought that the Emperor's Master and Yin Jian would die.

It seems that in this world, as long as you don’t have murderous intentions, these ancient emperors will not die.

But today, Li Shier noticed a trace of crisis.

What if one day, there is stronger strength to start preparing to deal with Jiangling, Yin Feng, and Nangong Ruyan?

What should he do?

Only become stronger.

Li Shier needs to find out what the so-called god is!

Why do they have such strong abilities?

What are the secrets in Fengshantai and those tombs of gods?

Do the wolves and crocodiles I encountered before really just stayed in it after being killed?

"Hu." Li Shier let out a long sigh and took out the Book of Opening Heaven.

Since he knew the real function of Kaitian Book, every time he took this book again, he had a different state of mind than before.

If it is a book of records, it is only of some reference significance.

But now, the heart of the Eye of God made Li Shier understand that this was not an ordinary booklet at all.

But he was surprised to find that the person who was supposed to be the so-called God had a clearer outline!

Much clearer than before.

After a closer look, Li Shier was even more surprised.

Because the outline of the person above is actually similar to that of himself!

It’s nothing to be similar, after all, it’s not clear or vague.

But Li Shier clearly remembered that when he first saw it, the outline above was not what it is now.

That was a very strange person.

But now, this person’s outline is similar to that of himself?

Could it be that it is because the blood of gods flows on my body?

Suddenly, Li Shier had a bold guess.

God, isn't someone?

Can you become a god for life?

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why there are more and more things that gather God in oneself. The so-called God is the more the same as him.

"etc!"

Just as the imperial master was put into the coffin by his distraught disciples, Li Shier rushed over.

"What's wrong? The master is still saved?"

The disciples had expectations in their eyes, and no one spoke, waiting for Li Shier to speak.

No matter what the imperial master is like, these disciples are definitely loyal enough.

"I..." Li Shier sighed and shook his head: "I'll take a look at him for the last time."

His eyes remained on the face of the Emperor.

Just now, when the imperial master was carried in, Li Shier actually saw the imperial master smiling from the bottom of his mind?

Could it be an illusion?

Li Shier felt that he should not read it wrong.

He briefly checked that the imperial master was indeed dead.

All muscles and bones in the body, except for the head, were broken.

Only a complete skin remains.

The emperor's face still had a calm expression and no smile.

Li Shier watched it for a while.

Bang!

The coffin lid is covered.

Four large locks outside are locked firmly.

Such a coffin is anti-theft.

No tomb robber can get close to it.

Even some masters can avoid the death threat emitted by the coffin at all times, but they cannot open it.

The strongest metal and technology are all used on this coffin.

According to the emperor's last words, the sword was left on his body.

However, Li Shier was careful. At the moment of the last coffin, he flicked his finger gently, and a wave of air came in, knocking the sword down.

No one noticed it.

Although the imperial master was indeed dead, Li Shier's mind was filled with that smile.

It made him very uneasy.

"Buried on the spot, I will arrange for someone to come and pick you up tomorrow during the day. Now, we must leave."

Li Shier walked to Hao Shishe, took out his cell phone, and pressed a string of codes.

Half an hour later.

The helicopter began to hover over the air.

This is the Wanshan League armed forces closest to them, coming to rescue them.

It is not advisable to stay in a place of right and wrong for a long time.

Zhang San and others were ready to move.

Li Shier wants to go back safely, check this god, and then check the existence that makes the emperor's slaughter.

A generation of emperors who can force him to die is definitely not a short answer.
To be continued...