Coming out of the northwest Youtian, the Tiangou waiter carried Duan De's body and put it into the feathered green coffin. He passed through the four divine palaces of Chixiao, Bixiao, Qingxiao and Jiangxiao, and finally arrived at the Zixiao Palace, the Heavenly Emperor's Taoist Temple.

Zixiao Palace is not the Lingxiao Palace of the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Association. It does not have luxurious and luxurious decorations. It does not have the glorious and sacredness of the Gods' Dao Association. Instead, it is simple and Taoist, calm and natural, and it is an elegant and elegant place.

The white clouds flow slowly, and there are yellow cranes flying among the clouds and mists, just like a Taoist hometown. Zhang Ruoxu sat in the smoke and clouds in feathered clothes, tasting tea and discussing Taoism, and contentment, and only a piano and a sword in front of him.

"Emperor of Heaven!"

The Tengu waiter put down the feathered green coffin, bowed respectfully, and stood on one side.

Zhang Ruoxu looked up and asked with a smile: "How is the etiquette you prepared?"

The Tiangou waiter said solemnly: "You have found the Heavenly Court. It is a heritage of the underworld. It is said to be the oldest ritual passed down from the era of the Emperor of the Underworld."

"It's ready to play."

Zhang Ruoxu looked at the coffin board as if he was smiling, nodded and waved his hand.

The Tengu Waiter opened up a passage, and at the end of the passage was a real funeral team, who was proficient in everything.

As soon as the suona sounded, the cloth was covered, and the whole village was waiting for the food. They were walking, lifting, and followed by a piece of white. The coffin was lifted and the soil was buried, and relatives and friends started crying, and from then on they never came to the world.

Listening to the sorrow and joy in my ears, even Emperor Zhang Ruoxu had to praise him: "It's so professional!"

As the Emperor of Heaven, Zhang Ruoxu's Feng Shui attainments could not reach the level of Emperor Yuan, but he was more than enough to be able to become the Emperor of Heaven. He quickly chose a tomb with beautiful mountains and rivers for Duan De and buried it in.

He was buried in the soil and paid attention to one detail. During the time when Duan De was buried, Zhang Ruoxu squatted and gave Duan De an incense stick from time to time.

This is an extremely ancient ritual, said to have been passed down by Emperor Darkness, which can help the dead to recover.

Although over the years, even if it is resurrected, the corpse will become a spirit.

But Zhang Ruoxu believed that the Dharma left by Emperor Darkness must have some special uses for Emperor Darkness himself.

After 49 days, a fat man recovered from the feathered green coffin inside the mountain and sat up blankly: "Didn't I be chased into the heaven?"

At this moment, Duan De entered the realm of recovery and was in a mysterious and mysterious state, and the soul fell into a certain samsara.

"Heaven Court? No, Emperor is my disciple, how could the Heavenly Court chase me?!"

"No, how could I accept the emperor as my disciple as my disciple by one and a half step? Who am I?"

Duan De talked to himself, slowly climbing up from the ground and breaking through the soil layer. As soon as he came out, he was scared to death, because there was already a man sitting at this exit, with long feathered hair and a handsome face, just like a god.

"Who are you?!" Duan De exclaimed in surprise

Zhang Ruoxu smiled slightly: "I am the Emperor of Heaven and the fellow Daoist Emperor."

"How could you be the Emperor of Heaven? Emperor of Heaven is my disciple!" Duan De blurted out his mind, then reacted again, and said in horror: "You are the Emperor of the Underworld, bah, you are the Emperor of Ming Dynasty!"

"What's going on?!"

Looking at Duan De who recalled the past and had a confused memory, Zhang Ruoxu showed a hint of pity and shook his head and said, "The Emperor of the Underworld is you, Cao Yusheng, now is not the end of the myth, the end of the ancient times, the early years of the ancient times."

Everyone has their own different paths. When life encounters are different, the trajectory is different. Life will have various possibilities before it reaches its end in a day. Everyone is the only protagonist of his own life, and is also a supporting role and passerby in other people's lives, which is intertwined into the world.

Only Duan De fought for the journey in the millions of years of reincarnation, watching the passing of all the friends in the world, time and time again, only he himself knew the sorrow and sorrow in it.

Perhaps the usual inappropriateness is used to cover up the pain in your heart.

Duan De suddenly fell into silence, and after a long time, he asked himself slowly:

"Who am I? I am Emperor of the Underworld, I am Cao Yusheng!"

"But where am I from? Where am I going?"

Duan De's brows were tightly locked, pursuing the final answer.

"Striving to survive in the world is to pursue the final answer."

"Fellow Taoist, you may wish to discuss the cycle of reincarnation."

Zhang Ruoxu's body is shining with a solemn appearance, like a god of reincarnation, and a reincarnation seal shines on the past and present years, shining brightly.

A reincarnation seal stimulated the three reincarnation seals in Duan De's body, and a trace of the past appeared in his heart, and a little memory was restored in a short period of time.

After the chaos of ancient times, Cao Yusheng, the Heavenly Lord of Tribulation, produced a reincarnation seal

Burial in the early years of the Myth, he was excavated by the Emperor, and the Emperor of the Underworld formed the second Seal of Reincarnation.

The myth was buried at the end of the year, and in the years between the moon and the sun, he achieved enlightenment in another way and concluded the third reincarnation seal.

This is the fourth generation, and he should have been sleeping for millions of years, but under the influence of the Ming Emperor's alternative reincarnation seal, the Emperor of the Underworld mentioned resurrection and was born.

"Who will awaken first in the big dream? I know it for my whole life."

Duan De pointed to the sky with one hand and the ground with the other. The black and white energy behind him was intertwined, as if he was carrying a cycle of reincarnation.

The Heavenly Lord, who had sorted out the five secret realms in the past, returned, and achieved enlightenment with corpses and source techniques, and reborn as the Emperor of the Underworld who opened up the path of reincarnation.

"A million years are another Heavenly Emperor!"

Emperor Cao Yusheng looked at Zhang Ruoxu and sighed: "I am a fairy and built a road for millions of autumns, the stars die and the moon withered, and my heart is sad. I sleep forever, the emperor has fallen, where can I travel around the heavenly court collapse?"

"Although the Heavenly Court collapsed, the Emperor was not dead."

Zhang Ruoxu did not hide it and told the other party the story of the Emperor's desire to sacrifice blood to the universe.

"Although the Emperor is arrogant, he is definitely not a person who sacrifices blood to the people. Such things can only be done by those who have achieved enlightenment in their later years."

Emperor Dark could not help but frown.

The hearts of those who have attained enlightenment are invincible in the nine heavens and ten earths. The Emperor does not believe that he can become an immortal king and forge an immortal king weapon. Instead, he sacrifices blood to the universe to achieve an immortal king weapon. This does not conform to the mentality of a normal enlightenment.

"There must be a hidden secret in it. He may not be my disciple anymore?"

Zhang Ruoxu was shocked, and Lian Minghuang's affirmation made him truly realize that the Emperor was influenced by the outside world, rather than a change in himself.

After all, in terms of the Emperor’s understanding, no one can compare to the Emperor’s teacher, the Emperor.

But what exactly can make the Emperor, a peerless strong man who embarks on the path of immortality in the world, change his mentality.

Even if the Nine Heavens Immortal King comes here, with the Emperor's heart of Tao, he will only die and will not surrender.

"Black Blood?!"

After Zhang Ruoxu was silent for a moment, he spit out two words, which shocked the Emperor of the Underworld.

"Fellow Taoists also know the disaster of black blood."

The Emperor of the Underworld is solemn and solemn. At this moment, he has memories of the four generations, and his condition is extremely special. He can even remember the tragic events of the ancient times.

The root of the fairyland, the foreign land, the nine heavens and ten earths, is the pollution of black blood.

If it is really black blood, even the Immortal King can corrupt, let alone the Emperor.

Zhang Ruoxu nodded and said, "I know something about the years of chaos and ancient times, Emperor Huangtian cut off the years with one sword, otherwise I would not have come to find fellow Taoists."

"In today's universe, only fellow Taoists know the blood and chaos of the ancient times."

Emperor Ming looked dim and said incredibly melancholy: "It's true, Emperor Huangtian has saved our side in order to protect us."

"One sword splits the eternal world, breaks the heavens, separates the eternal years, and disappears the boundary sea, protecting the embankment."

Zhang Ruoxu sighed slightly: "It turns out that a sword will make the eternal years arbitrarily cut off not time, but also space. No wonder I explore chaos. Apart from the strange world and the fairyland, I can never find any other world."

Emperor Huangtian sealed the great realms such as the Immortal Realm. This is to protect the hometown and everyone, prevent God from coming into contact with the hometown, and to give the people and close relatives and friends a relatively peaceful world. Compared with the fierce battle between God, the hometown is a perfect world.

"In this way, the black blood flowing should be done by a foreign land." Zhang Ruoxu asked.

The Immortal Realm and the Foreign Realm, as well as the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, are strictly considered to be the world on the dam.

If the Emperor is contaminated by black blood, the source of the pollution must be a foreign land.

The black blood that had been pacified back then has recovered again.

"When Emperor Huangtian came to the world and no one dared to be the most respectful person. He won the battle against the foreign land. He slaughtered all the immortal kings and giants in the foreign land. He avenged the destruction of the nine heavens and ten earths!"

"It seems too kind now. We should cut off the foreign land!"

The Emperor of the Underworld looked solemn and said seriously: "If the Emperor is really contaminated by black blood, there will be less time left for our world."

"A storm will roll up again in millions of years."

"Then it should face the difficulties!" Zhang Ruoxu cut the railway line: "Millions of years are enough for us to grow. Emperor Huangtian walked the path of the worldly immortals back then, and I was also on the road!"

"The path of immortality in the red dust is perfect, and you can break the realm and become the king, and then you can kill the gods and immortals come to kill the immortals!"

"What's the darkness that remains in the dam!"

"I am the Emperor of Humanity, and I should quell all dark and turmoil!"

Zhang Ruoxu was full of energy and pointed out the country, just like a heavenly emperor looking at the years and looking down at the heavens and all worlds.

This made Emperor Nether stunned and remembered the person who shouted that who dared to be honored and who said he was invincible.

"Can you please enter my heavenly court?"

"The heavenly court rises again, sweep away the darkness, and go to the heavens to support Emperor Huangtian!"

Zhang Ruoxu looked at Emperor Ming so seriously.

The Emperor of the Underworld smiled bitterly: "The path I am walking is different from the Emperor, the Emperor, you are fighting for the samsara."

"Every time of recovery is very short. Before the Flying Immortal of the Red Dust, there is only the combat power of the enlightened being, and even the immortal cannot be killed."

"You can't help the Human Emperor."

Zhang Ruoxu smiled slightly: "I am not asking fellow Taoists to fight."
Chapter completed!