The Fuso Empire closest to Damin was in the most miserable state. The newly stabilized [Rising Sun] totem was blown up again. Emperor Fuso in the base camp was shocked and slowly sat down on the dragon throne, falling into silence for a long time.

However, his seemingly calm and indifferent reaction made all the ministers' hearts skip a beat, and there was a vague premonition of something ominous.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Without answering the ministers' concern, Emperor Fuso looked ferociously at a man as beautiful as a woman with his bloodshot eyes.

"The endless sea of ​​blood, the sky pillars of bones holding up the sky, the shadow of death rolling in the sea of ​​blood, we stare at death, and death is also staring at us... Yang Xigong, I seem to understand who you saw back then..."

"That's not Damin at all, that's... Zhao Yinshun!"

Turbulent blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but Emperor Fuso seemed not to notice it. He took off the sacred weapon [Jiong Magatama] from his chest and slowly handed it to Abe Yoshi.

"Mr. Yang Xi, I am not willing to give in!"

"The prosperity of the empire has been hindered by one person, and the whole world has been distorted and tampered with by his power. I am not willing to accept it!

!

"

His eyes widened with anger and his heart-rending roar was like a dying beast. All the creatures in the Fuso Kingdom felt an inexplicable sadness.

"Look once! Look again! Look what the future holds for the empire!"

Staring at the national treasure handed to him, a trace of struggle flashed in Abe's eyes. After a long time, he showed a sad smile of relief and respectfully took the [Qiong Magatama].

"According to the decree."

Holding the ancient and mysterious artifact of the country in his chest, the greatest Onmyoji in Fuso was suspended in the void and slowly closed his eyes.

Burn the spirituality and soul without reservation, pour endless divinity into [Qiong Magatama], and follow the link of Fuso's national destiny to peer into the chaotic and disorderly future.

Xuan Zhi Youxuan's spirituality traveled through the long river of time with difficulty, pushed through the fog, and glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of the future.

But with just this passing glance, the powerful onmyoji at the peak of the eighth level felt like he was struck by lightning, and black and sticky blood surged out of his seven orifices at the same time, staining his beautiful and feminine face like an evil ghost.

"Mr. Yang Xigong, what is the future of the empire?"

Hearing the impatient question in his ear, Abe opened his eyes and met a pair of eyes that were hoping and praying.

However, Abe Yangxi just shook his head sadly and used his spiritual thoughts to project a shocking and terrifying picture in the hall.

In the vast void of the universe, a spiraling and wriggling five-clawed golden dragon bloomed with magnificent flames like the sun. Opposite the golden dragon, a pyramid entrenched in the center of the black hole was filled with black light, swallowing up all matter within the range.

The supreme divinities of both sides eroded and rubbed against each other, and beneath the two symbolic objects was a trembling "tiny" planet.

Raising a sad smile, Abe Aki calmly bowed to the emperor.

"As you can see, the future is a struggle for hegemony between the two supreme beings. Fusang is powerless and unqualified to intervene. We can only crawl at the feet of the new king and wait for the judgment of fate..."

Hearing this, the emperor seemed to have had his bones removed, and slumped down on the dragon chair weakly, and nodded with difficulty to the miserable Abe Yoshi.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yang Xi."

Nodding calmly in return, Abe looked around and sighed with some nostalgia.

Then, the faint particles evaporated from his face, and the whole person slowly melted and completely disappeared into the void.

"Yang Xigong!"

Several disciples of the Yin Yang Lao cried out sadly, subconsciously reaching out to prevent his demise, but the melted particles had no substance at all and slipped silently through their fingers.

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Pa da ~

The sacred weapon [Qiong Magatama] fell to the ground, revealing a deep crack. Emperor Fuso looked at the sacred weapon that had accompanied him throughout his life, and closed his eyes with regret.

"I am not willing to accept that the hegemony of the imperial kingdom has been suppressed by one person!

!”

Along with a shrill roar, Emperor Fuso spurted out a mouthful of blood and completely lost his breath.

At the same time, the symbolic battle over national destiny has also heated up.

The majestic and brutal five-clawed golden dragon was outnumbered and did not fall behind in the slightest. The gilt scales emitting colorful auras were like an insurmountable barrier, crushing the minions of various countries again and again.

When they realized that the [Rising Sun] of the Fuso Empire had completely disappeared, the nations came to a realization, and there was a hint of desolation like a rabbit dying and a fox dying.

Realizing that their arrogance was extinguished, the five-clawed golden dragon stopped its offensive, restrained its dragon body, and slowly took up its symbolic posture of not seeing the end.

Suddenly, a touch of purple gold spirituality shot out from the center of the golden dragon's eyebrows, condensing into an unparalleledly handsome young man in white.

A pair of identical purple and gold vertical boys looked around the universe, with a hint of teasing smile in their ferocious eyes.

Raising his left hand, a warm and beautiful jade seal appeared in Zhao Yinshun's palm, stretching out to the totems of various countries like teasing a dog.

"The Imperial Seal is in my hand, do you want it?"

The condensed body of the Supreme Destiny is a temptation from the origin of the soul to the monarchs of various countries. The greedy and twisted black light floods in the eyes, and the totems of various countries pounce on it uncontrollably.

Buzz~

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the god of destruction condensed in Zhao Yinshun's palm, turning into a gorgeous long sword that could not be looked directly at.

[Youhuang Divine Killing Sword]!

He raised his hand and slashed, and a black line as thin as a hair swept across the void, cutting off a conceptual condensed body that was thousands of miles in size.

"Woo~~"

Miserable cries echoed over the entire planet, and more than twenty monarchs of the empire spurted out mouthfuls of blood. The strange black light in their eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by a touch of deep-seated fear, and...confusion.

.

Why?

Why can one person's power suppress many empires and even rival the entire world?

She is not the [Emperor] of the Central Empire, she is just a warrior!

Fortunately, the national destiny of the old empire was not as fragile as Fuso's. The shattered national totem soon healed up again, and he looked at the young man in white suspended between the golden dragon's brows with horror and fear.

Feeling the fear in their hearts, the handsome and picturesque young man raised his lips.

"Aren't you going to carve me up and dismember me?"

"My destiny is here, come here!"

Holding a sword in one hand and a seal in the other, Zhao Yinshun raised the [Jade Seal of the Nation] in his hand with unabashed sarcasm.

The restless black light surged again, but this time no country pounced on him stupidly, just staring at him with hateful and hungry eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Yinshun sneered coldly.

"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it!"

"A swarm of ants."

In front of all the countries, the young man in white took back the jade seal passed down from the country, and his whole body was filled with a rich divine light.

In the dark, the earth and the earth trembled, the avenue moved with it, and a mysterious message spread throughout the world in an instant.

"Reshape China and suppress all nations. You have completed the canonization ceremony, been promoted in rank, and obtained the special sequence LV.9 - [Zhenguo Zhenwu Xuantian God]."

The mysterious and obscure avenue of origin merges into the spirit and flesh, and the empty and boundless sight penetrates time and space, looking directly at the highest apex located above the dimension.

Suddenly, forgotten memories reappeared in his mind, and Zhao Yinshun once again recalled the indescribable place of origin.

I stepped on the stairs and climbed to the top step by step. It seemed that... I could already touch her...

Subconsciously, he stretched out his hand, but an evil and twisted black light blocked his fingertips, blocking Zhao Yinshun's exploration.

【capital】

Level ten!

She blocks the higher steps and prevents the lower ones from being promoted...

With a clear understanding in his heart, Zhao Yinshun looked around at the frightened totems of the great powers and slowly closed his eyes.

In an instant, the golden dragon spanning the universe took a defensive posture, and the golden divine light around it solidified time and space, forming an indestructible and invincible barrier.

Immediately, the spiritual dimension was reduced, and the boy in white in the material world opened his eyes, falling straight to the earth like a falling meteor.

In the dark, it was as if a star had fallen from the sky, and a majestic and majestic oppression enveloped the earth. All creatures within hundreds of thousands of miles around felt the awe and fear coming from their souls.

Huh~

Four figures with an aura as deep as the ocean stood in the void, looking up at the young man in white who descended on the earth.

His dark and confused eyes swept across his feet, and when he saw a familiar face wearing a platinum robe, Zhao Yinshun suddenly realized and sneered.

"It turned out to be a ninth-level saint. No wonder Master and Yani combined were no match for you... Pei Shirens..."

There was a slight pause in his voice, and the boy in white raised his lips coldly.

"Or should I call you by your real name - the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Plague?"

Immediately, Zhao Yinshun looked at the three figures beside him.

[War] in blood-red robes, [Famine] in dark green robes, and [Death] in black robes.
To be continued...