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Text Chapter 902 The Emperor¡¯s Sorrow

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    A very long dream, as long as it lasted for several epochs.  Zhao Ming can no longer remember how long it has been since he slept. Looking back, the last time he slept seemed to be in Chigang.  An interesting thing is that sleeping is something that all living beings have to do instinctively, but as their cultivation level increases, fewer and fewer people do this kind of thing.  It¡¯s not that you don¡¯t need to sleep if you have enough cultivation, it¡¯s just that the higher the cultivation level, the more things you worry about, so that you have no intention of sleeping at all.  Thinking about it carefully, this is a very strange thing.  When my cultivation level was low, I thought that as long as my cultivation level was high, many things would fall into place without resorting to strife.  But when I reached a higher level of cultivation, I realized that there were more and more things that bothered me.  The sparrow does not know the ambition of the swan, and it cannot understand that there will be more problems in that state.  This long dream made Zhaoming see some very strange things.  He saw a man named Chen Pan, who created the world and transformed into all things. He used his soul and a thirty-sixth grade green lotus to form the way of heaven to protect the newly opened world.  The man who opened up the world deprived himself of his emotions and placed them on an island, leaving behind many things in the world: two Pangu statues, the Lingxiao Palace, Shura City, the Five Sacred Mountains and even twelve  Statue of the ancestral witch.  I did a lot of things and resurrected a few people. Those people seemed familiar, but I couldn¡¯t see them clearly.  At the end, the man named Chen Pan did something extremely weird. He used his supreme magical power to divide himself into three parts.  The method of killing three corpses on the great road Zhao Ming didn't know why he knew this magical power, but after just one glance, he already understood it in his heart.  He passed away and became a man named Sanchijian.  Cut off the future.  It is the so-called Pangu.  The man who left me behind is Chen Pan.  The two people who were chopped off were both extremely weak, and only I retained all the remaining strength.  Chen Pan wrapped Pangu with his magical power and flew towards the Sun Star.  At that moment, the sky suddenly collapsed.  A terrifying energy broke through the sky of the universe and came towards the world.  That is the power of the great way of heaven and earth, an existence beyond the way of heaven.  The terrifying attack arrived in the blink of an eye, leaving no one with time to react, and directly hit the past body called the Three-foot Sword.  Chen Pan only had time to free up a hand to block him, and the three-foot sword fell apart, turning into countless fragments and deflecting in all directions.  Goodbye, that force is like a poisonous dragon dancing wildly.  Chen Pan, who had consumed most of his energy, rolled up and flew towards the world beyond the heaven.  At that moment, Zhaoming felt that he was inexplicably integrated with his future body Pangu, and he kept floating towards the sun star, while watching the man named Chen Pan being swept away by the power of the great avenue of heaven and earth.  That man was obviously a man deprived of emotion, his eyes were heartless and desireless, but Zhao Ming had an indescribable telepathy, and saw a very complex emotion in those eyes.  If I had to describe it, maybe it could only be: expectation.  It¡¯s as if all hopes are placed on oneself.  The man named Chen Pan was captured by Tiandi Dao without any regrets, as if he had already expected that moment.  And with all kinds of doubts and confusions, he flew to the Sun Star and was thrown into a Golden Crow Egg.  Goodbye Daozu appeared and took away the Sun Fire Spirit Fruit.  Another man in black cloak came and took his dying soul out and put it into the body of a fire-eating demon. ?? Demon Garden, Wu Island, Chigang, Tianji Ridge traveled around the ancient continent, climbed to the top of Buzhou Mountain, until it came to an end in the Eastern Palace.  This is the first time Zhaoming has watched his life as a bystander. He once thought that he was right about many things.  At this moment, I realized that the brutal and direct method not only made me uncomfortable, but also brought the situation of the demon clan to a dead end step by step.  ¡°Maybe I have the strength to be the king of the demon clan, but what matches it is the mind of an out-of-control person.  In everything, he could not feel the grace and magnanimity of a truly strong man. Zhao Ming saw himself as just an arrogant, arrogant and ridiculous person who gained great power out of thin air.  Thinking that killing can solve everything, thinking that grudges are what a man should do, but in the end he harmed everyone.  Everything is regrettable, everything in front of you finally turns into chaos, blurring the whole world until you feel the danger coming.  "Boom!" There was a loud bang, and amidst the flames soaring into the sky, a figure slowly walked out from the ruins of the East Palace, which was noisy with clouds of smoke.  This moment?Everyone around Buzhou Mountain held their breath and focused their eyes on that spot, as if waiting for the final result.  Until the aura of that figure was fully released, the expressions of all the wizards changed drastically, and Di Jun, whose soul was hurt, closed his eyes with a smile, and the aura dissipated instantly.  He felt the return of his brother, and the war finally took a turn for the better, because his brother had never let him down.  The terrifying energy entangled in the body was like the bite of ten thousand snakes, biting the dilapidated body into pieces, turning into powder amidst the flames and thunder, and slowly disappearing.  Since the Nine-Headed Emperor a million years ago, the second demon emperor has fallen.  Throughout his body, he was neither bloodthirsty nor arrogant.  His strategy was not as good as Juye Baize's, and his martial arts was not as good as Donghuang Taiyi's, but he did something that no one else could do: unite all the demon clans together.  Since he took over Tianjiling, he has been working hard every day, working hard, and using his sincerity to make all the monsters willing to be used by him, even the most craziest Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the most ferocious King Shura.  Looking at the world, the Emperor of Heaven may not be as feared as the Emperor of the East, nor is his reputation as thunderous as the Emperor of the East, but everyone knows that if you want to destroy the Heavenly Court, he is the real key.  This is the true king and the true emperor. Gathering the hearts of the people and turning them into a wave of the times, that is the most powerful force of a race.  The emperor's soul dissipated, and the three-foot bronze sword fell. With a mysterious light, it broke through the clouds and smoke, and actually penetrated the heaven and fell towards the ancient continent.  And the figure in the ruins of the East Palace finally walked out of the chaos.  Among a head of white hair, two bunches of red hair fell along his temples. What happened to him that day left him physically and mentally injured, and his hair turned white.  Although his appearance and temperament have changed, everyone still recognizes him as Donghuang Taiyi at a glance.  There was a person dragging in his hand, it was Di Jiang who had rushed into the ruins of the Eastern Palace before.  At this moment, his breath is almost unfeelable, and his life and death are unknown.  Step by step, Zhao Ming still felt a little dizzy and confused by everything that was like a dream.  What¡¯s very funny is that it turns out that I am the Pangu whom I have resented for most of my life, and the future body created by that man named Chen Pan.  ¡°Perhaps the real ¡°Pangu¡± should be the man named Chen Pan, but all this does not mean much, and the relationship between myself and him cannot be changed.  What is even more unbelievable is that when everyone thought that "Pangu" was already invincible and might one day come back to rule the world, they didn't know that the so-called invincible strong man had been captured by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.  Zhao Ming, who has seen Chen Pan¡¯s life from those weird dreams, would never think that Tiandi Dao captured Chen Pan just to chat with him or something.  A prisoner, this is the true identity of that invincible man at this moment.  That is the real heaven, which controls everything secretly. Even "Pangu" is not immune. Who else can resist?  Various thoughts in his mind made Zhao Ming feel dazed for a while. It was not until the sunlight hit his eyes that he suddenly came back to his senses and was able to look at everything around him.  Is this still a dream?  Zhao Ming was suddenly frightened by what he saw in front of him and did not dare to face it.  The flames of war burning in Buzhou Mountain were as bright and dazzling as the sun.  "Dazzling I actually feel the glare of the sun. This is the first time in my life, but it is so real."  There is absolutely no trace of the monster army left. Among the ten marshals, only Bai Ze is left. Taoist Kunpeng is nowhere to be seen. The figure of the eldest brother Di Jun seemed to be there just now, but now he has disappeared without a trace.  There was a pain in his heart. No one told him, but he already knew that the respected elder brother was gone and disappeared forever.  It seemed that for a moment, his gaze penetrated the entire world and fell on the ancient continent and the stone hut in Juye.  The figure knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the Heart Sutra with his head down is so familiar yet so strange.  How could this happenSuddenly, Zhaoming felt like he had become the Prince of Pulao. When he woke up from a dream, the world was shattered. Everything in the past had become a passing cloud, leaving him only pain and sadness.  The rising flames danced with the wind and turned into a fox demon, like a grass or a snowy flower.  Hugging him, full of reluctance, but unable to control the faint dissipation.  The fierce sunlight fell, making Zhaoming couldn't help but squint his eyes again.  This era is so dark, and all that seems to be left to people is despair.  Zhaoming, when I think about these two words now, maybe they don¡¯t mean longing for sunshine, orIt should be more about longing for hope.  At that moment, Ah Cao in the Demon Garden might be just like himself at this moment, hoping that everything could go back to the past, the happiest time.  Looking around, his eyes swept over everyone.  I didn¡¯t get furious, maybe because everything in my heart has moved away from sadness and anger at this moment.  And the strange calmness in this gaze, coupled with the terrifying power after practicing Lin Shen Technique, makes no one in the witch clan dare to look directly at it calmly, even if they are as powerful as the ancestral witch.  Among the countless figures and the flames of war, that figure in white was particularly conspicuous, making Zhaoming's heart tremble, and even more sour.  Lihua, long time no see.  Maybe, I should call you Hou Tu!  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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