These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 850: Explosion, Book of Fire

“They shouldn’t be able to win.”

Fenghuang Yi calmly analyzed: "Xian, it gathers the brain of the earth veins of the nine states. How terrifying is it? That's the entire nine states! When gathered together, it's like the mighty power of heaven!"

"I can bring out my true strength 100%!"

"No, it is to surpass the strength presented in its heyday."

"After all, the ancient times were too backward. They were so crude in how to use their powers and magical powers. Now, they are controlled by Jiusui, the most powerful emperor in human history who has gathered all the world's powers."

"He possesses the wisdom of more than 15 million years of civilization. How terrifying is his combat power?"

"They can't beat Jiusui!" The Nine-Headed Dragon Emperor also analyzed. He knew how powerful Jiusui was, especially since he controlled Xian.

The resurrected Jiu Sui, Jiu Sui in his prime, was so terrifying.

He never utters a word when fighting. He is a true silent god of killing. The sense of oppression he brings to his enemies is extremely terrifying.

Even if we are on the opposite side, what if there is Xin Xichen who is good at solving problems?
The Nine-Headed Dragon Emperor couldn't imagine how he would lose!

"No, no, no." Seeing their optimism, Xin Xichen couldn't help but reveal a hint of nervousness:
"You have no idea how strong I am. I have prepared so many hidden cards and magical powers for today."

what?
Everyone looked at Xin Xichen.

This person is the most cunning and the best at hiding. Could it be that he really has some trump cards and abilities that can threaten Xian?
That’s an offering!
Just a scholar who can answer a small question?

Roar!
At this time, facing the terrible pressure of Xian, Fake Xin Xichen looked at the fake Zhao Zai, the fake Jiu Tou Long Di and others around him:
"Everyone, we have sealed it once, and now for the second time, we can still create miracles!"

They thought they were the real Xin Xichen and that they were saving the world, but were attacked by Xian for the second time.

Fake Xin Xichen's entire body was overclocked, his consciousness was overloaded, "I am the emperor of the human race, holding the fire of civilization, how could I lose to those barbarians, so what about the ancient offerings?"

At this time, Jia Xin Xi Chen was like a burning sun, dazzling.

His eyes were full of fighting spirit. Even though he had made thousands of calculations and used all kinds of cunning, they were all for the sake of the people of the human race. Along the way, he opened up the era of immortals, the era of yin and yang spiritual roots, and the era of five elements spiritual roots.
He had created this prosperous era with his own hands, and now Kyushu was behind him. How could he lose?
Because he promised that person.

Suddenly, memories came flooding back to him, and he remembered the woman who was kneeling at his feet and licking his boots on the throne that year.

"Burn me, young me."

"You are the unrivaled hero in my heart, standing on a colorful cloud."

"This is the last flower path I have paved for you. Your path is destined to be filled with flowers and praises."

"Remember, my young self, don't become this old me. Don't become me. Don't become rotten like me. Be an upright and brave emperor."

"Please ascend the throne, young King of Flame, hold high the torch, lead your civilization and your people, and create a new era of mythology!"

The conversation at that time kept lingering in my ears.

Xin Shenghua, the old and turbid soul, constantly pushes himself, the young and empty soul, to awaken and become the new King of Xinhuo of Jiuzhou.

The blessings from those years kept echoing in his ears, telling of his great dream.

If it weren't for the pressure of life and the ravages of time, how could the turbid air that the other Xin Xichen turned into after his death, Xin Shenghua, be corrupt, cruel, insidious and vicious?
Do not!
Even if I am forced by life and have to use all kinds of tricks, I will continue to push forward the history as the Torch Emperor who welcomes the fire of civilization.

The turbid air of Xinshenghua has died, but my soul still retains the young memory of the moment of death. It has never aged, never decayed, and still has a brave heart.

When the flowers bloom, they see me and know that I am myself.

From the moment he was awakened by the salary flower, he knew what kind of person he was, what he wanted to do, what his dreams and ideals were, even at the cost of his life.

"I will defeat him and protect this land at all costs."

A firm and burning idea came to his mind, and his boiling heart was burning like the firewood in his hand.

Boom boom boom! !

Endless firewood was burning at an overclocked frequency, like a super star exploding. Endless golden flames were burning the dense words, and along with surging thoughts, his life was also rapidly passing away.

"offer!"

The angry roar turned into endless golden flames, and Jia Xin Xi Chen turned into a golden figure with wildly flying hair.

"It's not enough. The fire of civilization is not strong enough!"

"In that case, burn again! Burn my life again!" Fake Xin Xichen's eyes emitted burning flames, "You have to use that trick."

"All the figures that have ever existed in history, all the ancient beings, please lend me your power."

He has actually been using his most powerful luck to collect the remaining remains of history between heaven and earth.

People have three treasures, which turn into three corpses after death.

The first corpse is the flesh body, which becomes dirty after death and becomes a tomb.

The second corpse is foul air that floats between heaven and earth, polluting the world and making it gradually difficult for people to open the door to immortality. It needs to be cleaned up regularly by the Red Sun.

The third corpse is the remaining destiny, which also floats between heaven and earth, forming a broken tomb of life's destiny and a long river of fate.

And now, he is drawing on history.

Only by burning the torch of civilization and the wisdom of the vast civilization of history can we reach the destination of ultimate wisdom.

“This is my fire.”

Jia Xin Xi Chen held up the flame of civilization high and raised it into the sky.

"Everyone, our world has come to a moment of life and death."

"Please lend me your strength."

“Please take up the torch of civilization.”

All the common people in the entire history, the survivors, and the tribes in different eras, all heard Xin Xichen's call in the fake history books.

“I heard the request.”

"That man is fighting for us."

In the history books of the years, in the murals, some of the ancestors of the mythical beasts who had defeated Xian couldn't help but shout, "Xian, have you returned again? If you need my power, please take it!"

Another ancient ancestor of the mythical beast showed fear and roared, "We can't let despair come back to this land. Even if we die, we must stop it."

Not just in the most ancient times.

In the Age of Human Gods, the Age of Human Ancestors, and the Age of Chaos, the indigenous people and common people in almost every era have stood out from the murals of history.

The same scene is happening everywhere.

In the entire historical picture painted by the painter, the fire of hope of literati and heroes from all ages are gathered together.

They still have the fear of Xian and the longing for home they had during their lifetime. In order to save the world and fight against the disaster of world destruction, the source of the ancient double disaster - Xian, they would rather sacrifice their own lives.

boom!
Countless fires are burning.

It was as if in the endless eternal night, a leading man held high the torch of civilization, leading the vast crowd of people behind him forward in the shadows.

They are looking forward to it and roaring, full of hope, nostalgia, longing for light and love for their family.

Even if they are embers, they still abide by the logic of their lifetime, including the courage to protect their families when they were alive. They stand in front of them and bravely guard the land they are on.

"How can I lose when I have the entire civilization behind me?"

The next moment, countless flames of hope in their hearts gathered together, and the golden flame ignited the figure of the fake Xin Xichen.

Countless fires of knowledge quickly burned the figures in the history books of the years.

Burn the flame of others and gain their wisdom and knowledge.

And now, the history is burning, the chaotic ancient times, the longevity era
The people turned into flames, burning into golden flames filled with words.

Their fire of hope, containing their courage, wisdom and knowledge, turned into books that were passed on from generation to generation and gradually gathered on Xin Xichen.

Hualala! He stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the pirated sun and moon turned into a golden book of truth, emitting a platinum flame. At this moment, he seemed to be the only true god of knowledge in heaven and earth.

“History is carried in books.”

“Civilization lives on through fire.”

(End of this chapter)