Rebirth Of The Devouring Emperor Chapter 1787


Chapter 1787: Stupid

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"Fengyun, I haven't told him about our affairs. It is better for him not to know those things now, otherwise he might cause him to be killed. You and I are both dead and have no ability to protect him!" Feng Cang came out of Zhao Yuande's body at this time and slowly came to the beads.

"Also! We are all dead! And he is too weak now, it is still a bit early to tell him those things!" A shadow fluttered among the beads, looking like a big bearded man with a long face. He sighed and his eyes appeared. mournful.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhao Yuande closed his mouth consciously and did not intervene.

"Come on! Come with me. I have thought of some ways over the years. With your help, maybe I can succeed!" Feng Cangdao said.

"Well! Okay!" Fengyun nodded, turned his head and looked at Zhao Yuande again, with a satisfied expression in his eyes. "The person you chose is not bad. I hope he can surpass us and reach the legendary state. When the time comes can"

"Okay! Come on! Back to the Chaos Beads, I will take you away!" Feng Cang's face also showed some qualities, Zhao Yuande is his descendant, and the descendants have the potential to surpass his achievements. Very happy.

"..."

Without any waves, Feng Cang returned to Zhao Yuande's other world with Chaos Beads, and Zhao Yuande quickly emerged from this dark and dry space for understanding the sea.

Many monkeys on the following Tiantianzhu are still silently guarding their purple spirits at this time. Although Zhao Yuande knows that the end will come soon, these monkeys may not survive, but he has no way.

Can only glance at them silently, and then quietly fell from the Tianzhu, and escaped into the ground again.

But he saw the power of the **** bird, and his fighting power could already be comparable to that of the early Emperor Emperor Realm. If he meets himself, he will probably die!

So even if he walks underground, there are countless disgusting bugs and heavy obstacles, he can only walk like this.

Sure enough, as he thought, he killed all the way from the ground, beheaded and did not know how many disgusting centipedes, bugs, ants...

Finally returned to Qingshi.

As soon as he came back, he felt that he was being stared at.

There is a strong presence that is coming here.

The next moment, he saw that this was an old man. The folds on his face were stacked one upon the other, like a deep gully, a pair of eyes deep, and his pupils had lost their spirit.

At this time the old man fell in front of Zhao Yuande, watching his eyes full of complex emotions.

"You are back!" The old man said very plainly, as if it was an old friend chatting.

"I'm back, did the senior think of a way?" Zhao Yuande looked at each other, feeling the strong breath of the other person.

Although this kind of breath is powerful, there is a kind of withering hidden in it, it seems that a dead leaf will fall on the ground and be blown away by the wind.

He felt that the other party's cultivation practice should be the pinnacle of the fairy realm, but he didn't know how long he stayed in this realm.

He was also curious at the same time, how did this person get promoted to this state here, how long did he survive?

"I thought of it!" The old man looked at Zhao Yuande, his face showing a bit of loneliness and helplessness, he said, "I think, I want to entrust them to you!"

"Trust me?

Zhao Yuande froze for a moment, but immediately understood.

"Trust it to you, even if I am at ease!" The old man's eyes were dim.

Zhao Yuande could feel that a breath of death enveloped him, and the fire of his life seemed to sway.

"Senior you..." Zhao Yuande looked at the old man and didn't know what to say.

"Come with me! I will tell you a story!" The old man waved at Zhao Yuande, then turned and walked into the town.

The residents of the town are now all gathered together, seeing the old man take Zhao Yuande into the small town, and kneel down to the old man.

"Old ancestor..." Some people's voices choked, and they seemed to see the old man's life soon.

"..."

"Okay! You all go back and prepare!" The old man waved his hand.

The old man took Zhao Yuande into a small courtyard, then sat on a deck chair, pointed to the chair beside him, and billion Yuan Zhao Yuande also sat down.

At this time, the old man seemed to be a dying old man, and his breath had begun to become a bit vain.

"Xiaoyou, do you know why I am in this kind of realm in a place where the spirit of the fairy is lacking?" The old man said, his voice was very soft, as if he murmured before going to bed.

"Senior, please!" Zhao Yuande has always been curious about this problem.

"That's because there is this thing." The old man raised his hand a little hard, and a slight click came from the void, and a hazy blue light appeared in front of them.

A piece of turquoise jade, about the size of a grinding disc, gathered its light, but it came with a wonderful breath that made people feel clear, and their pores were relaxed.

"Chaotic sapphire!" Zhao Yuande looked at the sapphire blue jade stone and couldn't help but blurt out.

"Yes! It is chaos sapphire. I practiced on chaos sapphire all day and absorbed the chaos. I finally broke through many levels and cultivated to the realm of immortal emperor!" The old man said his realm, and his obvious face was exposed A trace of arrogance.

"I don't know how long the seniors practiced?" Zhao Yuande asked.

"1.5 million years!" There is obviously an unspeakable bitterness in the old man's voice. A person can live for so long, even if the immortal emperor is trapped here, it may be uncomfortable.

"Then why don't you leave here, I believe that your cultivation base is taking advantage of the twelve ascendant fairy city. It should be easy to leave here!" Zhao Yuande wondered.

"I, can't leave here! Because there is my wife, my children... and our dreams!" The old man shivered and got up from the recliner, as if exerting his full strength.

He stumbled into some old hut.

Zhao Yuande was a little curious and followed.

There was no furniture in the house. There were only two solitary graves. There was no tombstone in front of the grave. There was only a dark, polished wooden board.

The old man sat on the plank hard, stroking the two graves gently.

"They can't live without me, and I can't live without them!" There was a trace of misery in the voice of sorrow.

Zhao Yuande nodded, and then he knew that the old man turned out to be such an affectionate person, and he stayed here for millions of years for his wife and children who had died!

"Do you think I'm stupid?" The old man turned his head to look at Zhao Yuande, his eyes showing a self-deprecating look.

"No! The story of seniors is very touching!" Zhao Yuande nodded seriously.