The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Witnessing those eyes that were as dazzling as the sun, yet as cold as the abyss.

The expression of the Black Demon Hall Master was inevitably a little numb.

A big colon popped up in my mind...

I don't remember summoning the Lord of Anger...

The huge eyes drooped, and upon seeing this, the Lord of Greed and the Lord of the Black Demon Hall couldn't help but look in the direction of the eyes.

There, a little girl was dancing in ecstasy.

She has a slim and graceful figure, and her dancing is light and graceful.

The huge eyes watched quietly.

It was as if he had forgotten time, standing still and frozen in place.

"Where is this...?"

As if waking up from sleep, a somewhat tired voice came out of the Lord of Greed's mouth. It looked at the darkness around it, and its scattered eyes gradually focused, finally resting on the Lord of the Black Demon Hall.

"Your Majesty!"

The Black Demon Hall Master knelt and replied respectfully, "This is another world outside the starry sky. It is also the sacred paradise where the Lord has expanded the territory and created a new life!"

The Lord of Greed did not reply, but instead shifted his gaze to the pair of large eyes opposite him that had been raised again and were staring at him. After a long moment of mutual confrontation, he asked doubtfully:

"You are very powerful. Are you a newly promoted order after me?"

"Outside the Territory...Evil Clan..."

As the voice fell, the earth shook violently, and an aura that was stronger, heavier, yet more oppressive than that of the Lord of Greed quietly spread.

There was a faint light flickering in the darkness, and in a blink of an eye, it was covered by a touch of hot red magma. Magma continued to bubble up from the surface, and the path it flowed through was like the veins of a leaf.

There is no pattern and it is complicated.

boom! ! !

Countless pillars of fire erupted like a volcano, and the sky and earth that were originally shrouded in darkness were suddenly turned upside down. Flames were burning in the holes, gnawing at the darkness.

“Ouch, that hurts…”

Xi Zhaozhao lost her balance and fell to the ground, with a blister on her palm from being burned by the incense. Hearing the sound, Lao Ba hurried over to support her, looking at the scene around her in surprise.

The movement continues.

Slowly, the air suddenly became hot, as if being in a huge furnace called "Heaven and Earth", with heat waves rolling and extremely hot!

“What’s going on?!”

A trace of fear flashed across Yun Ji's beautiful eyes.

At this moment.

The development of things had already exceeded her expectations and was out of her control.

Sweat gushed out of Kuanglangsheng's pores and flowed down his cheeks like a stream. His pupils flashed rapidly, and his eyes scanned the surrounding scene with fear and solemnity.

"Success?!"

Xi Zhaozhao raised her sleeve to wipe the sweat film on her forehead formed by crystal beads of sweat. It would have been better if she hadn't wiped it off. As soon as she wiped it, her sleeve seemed to be wet with water, and a large area of ​​it was soaked.

If I don't wipe it off, the sweat will flow into my eyes and I'll feel sore again...

"Well, it worked."

A rotating circular magic circle appeared in Lao Ba's palm, sending cool air to Xi Zhaozhao, which slightly relieved the sweating situation.

Feng Wanli looked around, then looked at Hu Yanming in front of him, who was at a loss and his face was covered in blood. He sighed softly, waved his hand, and raised a wind wall around everyone to isolate them from the heat wave.

thump—

The dormant will has been revived.

The extinguished flame is also rekindled here!

"Brother, you, behind you..."

Xi Zhaozhao looked dully at the strange man who appeared behind Lao Ba and stared at her calmly. She almost thought she was getting too excited.

The man had fiery red hair and deep, phoenix-like eyes that looked like black iron stained with ink. He was handsome and elegant, nine feet tall, and had a heroic appearance.

The Emperor Yan, who is so majestic and famous throughout the world, turns out to be a handsome man?

This handsome man is more dazzling than flames, yet he is the only one in the Nanga tribe who treats people with fiery attitude and despises the Flame God who has been worshipped by the tribe for generations, the only one who does not know what a smile is, the only one who has developed the power of the Flame God to the extreme, burning the world, transcending the fairyland, and proving his truth with fire!

Although it is the embodiment of fire, its own temperature is colder than the extreme cold...

"You, not her."

Yan Huang spat out these words indifferently. From the moment he was awakened until now, except for taking a few extra glances at the Lord of Greed at the beginning, his gaze has been fixed on Xi Zhaozhao.

Who is she?

Is she the reincarnation of an ancient immortal, or Emperor Yan's confidante during his lifetime?

"Xuanzang, come out."

The moment the words fell, in the blink of an eye, a short little monk emitting soft golden light appeared at the scene.

"Donor Yan, after not seeing you for thousands of years, you are still as charming as ever."

The little monk's voice is still childish.

But compared with his previous appearance, he became much more respectful and solemn.

The young monk clasped his hands together and smiled at Old Eight, whose gaze gradually grew colder. With a hint of apology on his face, he said, "Donor, I just happened to see a glimpse of the future. I'm not a prophet. I did meet that 'goddess,' but I never interfered in your life."

"Think carefully, have I ever forced anything upon you?"

The young novice monk lowered his head, sighed, and said with compassion, "If possible, I wish more than anyone that none of this had happened. Then, so many innocent souls would not have perished before my eyes. But I cannot do that. I died many years ago."

“Life is like a long journey. We are always looking for the best arrangements, but often overlook that this moment is the best gift given by God.”

"I have always believed that the best arrangements are often not those we painstakingly create, but rather the surprises that life quietly presents to us when we follow nature and accept our circumstances. Since fate has arranged this meeting for us, there must be a reason for it."

The Master is dead?

Then who was that person he saw in Baoliantian?

Who do you see now?

Lao Ba couldn't help but frown. His intuition told him that the little monk was not lying, but... Yan Huang had awakened. Isn't it time to end it all?

The Lord of Greed observed the people below with curiosity, then shifted his gaze and scanned this person parallel to the Black Supreme's words, which could enable it to expand its territory and create a new sacred paradise.

A strange smile actually appeared on the face that was condensed with black energy.

Interesting, so interesting...

But it seems someone in its sacred paradise doesn't welcome its arrival...

"You actually woke up a long time ago, right?!"

An angry shout attracted everyone's attention.

Hu Yanming's blood-red eyes were filled with deep hatred. Perhaps influenced by the Lord of Greed, he felt a mad desire to bury everyone present with him.

He pointed at Yan Huang and shouted, "Brother Haotian died protecting us just to wake up a bastard like you. You clearly have the ability to stop this, so why didn't you show up earlier?!"

"Yes......"

A hint of surprise flashed across the Yanhuang's calm eyes. "You?"

"it's me!"

Hu Yanming clearly didn't understand Yan Huang's intentions. His heart was burning with rage, and he pointed his spearhead at the young monk with his hands clasped together. With a vicious look in his eyes, he said, "You're also a complete bastard. You're calling this the best arrangement? Did Senior Brother Haotian deserve to die at the hands of these people?!"

"If you, a bald ass, hadn't told us the solution, we could have just called it quits and left, and no one would have died. But you, a bald ass, and you, the bastard pretending to be asleep... We've done so much for you, and you've turned a blind eye to it all."

"If you had appeared in time, Senior Brother Haotian would not have died!!!"

The young novice monk silently recited "Amitabha".

Yan Huang looked indifferently at Hu Yanming, who was pointing at his nose and calling him a bastard. In the gap between the latter's scolding, he interjected, "Did I ask you to do this?"

"No!"

The hatred in Hu Yanming's heart reached its peak, and tears rolled down his face like blood. "But I still did it. Brother Haotian is also dead. After seeing this, don't you feel any guilt at all?"

"Why should I feel guilty?"

The Flame Emperor still had that inhuman expression on his face. He said calmly, "No one asked you to do this, and no one forced you to do this. People die of old age and illness every day in this world... If you casually feel guilty because of someone who has nothing to do with you, your road ahead is bound to be full of difficulties."

"How can you say it has nothing to do with me..."

Hearing Yan Huang's unreasonable and illogical words, Xi Zhaozhao was also somewhat unconvinced and said, "Although Lord Lei Zun died protecting us, with his ability, no one could stop him from leaving. But we chose to stay because of you, and it was because of you that we shed blood and sacrificed our lives!"

"Did I ask you to do this?"

The Emperor Yan still spoke in that cold tone.

He is just this kind of person and will not be easily disturbed by the outside world.

However, the person Xi Zhaozhao and the others awakened this time was the Nanga Flame Emperor who kept people at a distance. If it was the Arctic Ice Emperor who served the human race until his death, he probably wouldn't have wasted his breath here and would have rushed towards the Lord of Greed and the Black Supreme who turned their descendants into monsters with a knife.

All human beings in the world are of the same origin. Although the Nanga tribe calls themselves "Nanga", they are also a branch of the human race. Emperor Yan is the leader of the Nanga tribe and is also one of the ancestors of mankind.

But he has no sympathy for the difficulties faced by his descendants, and even thinks that his descendants are all trash. Over the past so many years, he has not completely eliminated the evil tribes from outside the domain, and he has even come together with them. Doesn't he know that his Nanga tribe was destroyed by the evil tribes from outside the domain?

In a way, Emperor Yan was already very polite. At least while he was extremely disappointed with the human race, he still responded to every word and did not just wipe it out with a wave of his hand.

"Don't you have anything else to say besides this?!"

Hu Yanming was so angry that his whole body was shaking. "Hurry up and kill these monsters that killed Senior Brother Haotian! Isn't this what you should do!!!"

Having said so much, I finally get to the point.

However, the Flame Emperor remained indifferent, not bothering to pay attention to the furious Hu Yanming. He turned to look at the young monk, sizing him up and down, and said, "Ten thousand years have passed, and even you have fallen."

"Donor Yan, a full 100,000 years have passed since today."

The young monk replied truthfully.

"One hundred thousand years?"

The Flame Emperor's eyes flickered slightly, and he quickly accepted this fact, muttering to himself, "So much time has passed? Could it be that this world is so different now..."

"Flame Emperor... Your Excellency!"

Old Eight put aside his grudges for the moment, looked Yan Huang squarely in the eye, and said, "If it is because of me that you are unwilling to save the world, then I am willing to sacrifice myself and implore you to save the people of the Western Regions!"

"Brother, what are you talking about!"

Xi Zhaozhao tugged at Lao Ba's sleeve and asked, "What does this have to do with you, Senior Brother?"

"I wouldn't bother with a dead man."

Yan Huang saw through Lao Ba's condition at a glance and said frankly, "Obsession is a disease, and I'm seriously ill, but that doesn't mean I've lost my most basic judgment."

"But what I'm more curious about is, do you different races also fight against each other?"

"Xuanzang." After saying this, Emperor Yan called out softly.

"Yes, Donor Yan."

The young monk responded with a smile.

But the old saying that you shouldn't hit someone who smiles at you doesn't seem to apply to Yan Huang.

I saw Yan Huang pointing his finger forward gently.

Flames appeared out of nowhere and instantly covered the little monk's entire body.

This flame seems to be able to burn people's souls.

Soon the little monk's body became weak...

"Amitabha."

The young monk sat on the ground, keeping his hands together, quietly waiting for his end.

"You, what are you doing!"

Xi Zhaozhao looked shocked.

The enemy is still in front, why would the Flame Emperor attack his own people?!

"Where did you learn this sword dance?"

Emperor Yan answered the irrelevant question and started a new topic.

"Stop first, Master can't hold on any longer!"

"answer me."

"You!" Xi Zhaozhao was furious. "I learned this from a book!"

The Emperor of Flame would not burn the little novice monk with fire for no reason, but at this moment, if Xi Zhaozhao could not answer the Emperor of Flame's questions in a moment, the little novice monk would suffer for a moment longer.

"Which book?"

"A book with indecipherable handwriting."

"Who gave it to you?"

"My...my senior brother."

"who."

Xi Zhaozhao asked questions quickly and answered them quickly.

But when Emperor Yan asked who it was, she hesitated.

"I!"

Lao Ba took the initiative to stand up and admit: "I gave it to Zhao Zhao!"

"Who gave it to you?" Yan Huang continued to ask.

"Goddess!" Lao Ba replied with a firm tone.

"Which goddess?"

"The goddess who built this body for me!"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Yan stopped asking questions.

Suddenly he raised his head, waved his hands, pushed away the obstructing clouds, and looked at the rising moon in the distance.

But just as he was about to set off for the moon.

Suddenly, a ray of soft light descended from the sky and landed on Emperor Yan.

And at the moment of seeing this soft light.

The Lord of Greed raised a playful smile, "Dawn, you're here too."

"I see."

Yan Huang nodded thoughtfully. He snapped his fingers, and the flames on the little monk dissipated instantly. He said, "I already know the whole story. Xuanzang, you always say that the best arrangements are often not those that are painstakingly crafted, but why do you pretend to obey your words but actually go against them?"

Lao Ba's pupils suddenly widened in shock.

There is no mistake, the beam of light that just came down was from the goddess!

The great goddess of dawn!

But what does Emperor Yan mean by this?

Did the Master really deceive him...