Fortunately, the opponent's aura also came, and the power failed to follow. Both sides could only sense the other party and could not hit the other party.

"Why is my body so weak now?" Xiao Yan frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty--" Jiang Jingtian suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but kneel down on one knee, "Please check it out, it's a thousand years later, and our empire has already--"

Xiao Yan waved his hand to stop him from talking. He slowly climbed up a hillside and stood in the wind with his hands behind his back. He already knew that this was no longer his world, and his empire had long been unknown where his country had gone, which made him feel uneasy. He was blocked in his chest in one breath and could not pour it out no matter how hard he tried.

"My world is gone--" Xiao Yan murmured to himself, his eyes filled with tears, and his indescribable sadness in his pupils.

The country is still the same, but things have changed a lot. He thought of the her in the palace, the woman who was fascinated by him with a smile like a flower. Is she okay now?

"Where is my Ziwei?" Xiao Yan asked the sky with his face raised, his expression full of grief and anger. Suddenly his body trembled, he staggered forward and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

Then it seemed as if it could no longer hold on, and the body swayed, and the right hand habitually held the sword.

"Where is my sword?" Xiao Yan staggered again, then became unsteady, and half-kneeled on the ground, covering his chest again and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned pale, his eyes were covered with blood, his expression was hideous and terrifying, and he was on the verge of a rampage. However, this state did not last long. His pupils suddenly became turbid, fell into confusion, and soon fell softly and fell into a coma.

There was a serious problem with his consciousness, which was an opportunity for Xiao Yan among the villains.

Xiao Yan did not hesitate, and his spiritual consciousness came out of the little man, regained control of the sea of ​​consciousness, and began to circulate the Brahma Heart Sutra without saying a word.

The whole process went extremely smoothly, and the "Emperor" consciousness did not wake up again. Xiao Yan successfully became his master, but what made him depressed was that he was very tired, as if he had experienced a great war, and the waves of heartache that surged like a tide were difficult to eliminate anyway.

The Emperor's consciousness fell into a deep sleep, but the marks he left were indelible. He had been here, he had been here!

Even the Brahma Heart Sutra cannot erase the imprints left by the Emperor. Xiao Yan felt the domineering aura in the sea of ​​consciousness and the peerless heroic spirit that remained in his body. He couldn't help but feel a little longing in his heart. Back then, the Emperor led a million troops to fight in all directions and across the eight wildernesses and created great achievements. How fascinating it was!

Today, Daxia lacks such a leader with a very leader temperament. This is also the main reason why Xiao Yan took the risk to talk to Zhou Wu before. After going around, Daxia now bets on him. The burden is obviously carried by a pair of great and fearless shoulders.

Perhaps it is not entirely a bad thing. Xiao Yan is very clear about his strengths and weaknesses. If he takes on the heavy responsibility of reviving Daxia, what he lacks is the unique and peerless aura of the Emperor, which is the leader temperament brought by extreme confidence and decisiveness. It is tempered by countless life and death tests and is extremely precious.

After understanding the pros and cons, Xiao Yan no longer deliberately drove away the marks left by the Emperor's consciousness, but chose to merge and absorb it. To his surprise, the reversal went very smoothly.

Almost instantly, the things left by the Emperor were absorbed by him and became a part of himself. His temperament changed greatly invisibly.

"Are you Your Majesty or Xiao Yan?" Jiang Jingtian was extremely familiar with the Emperor, felt Xiao Yan's temperament change, and asked questions.

"It doesn't matter who it is. What's important is that we are all still alive. There are more important things to do. Daxia must be revived!" Xiao Yan stood up slowly and was full of heroism. "General of the State, would you like to follow me to fight the world?"

He used me, not me, but Jiang Jingtian's blood was boiling in an instant, and he immediately knelt down on one knee and said solemnly: "Jingtian is willing to follow the Emperor to the death!"

Seeing his father-in-law kneeling in front of him, Xiao Yan was not much embarrassed. At this moment, he was not thinking about himself, but how to revive Daxia and stand back to the top of this world. The things that are in love with parents can only be put aside first, and strict discipline is the most important thing.

After temporarily suppressing the Emperor's consciousness, Xiao Yan was unable to fully return to normal state. A sense of heroism stirred in his heart, causing him to have the will of no other than me, and the true energy also fluctuated violently, which actually broke through the shackles of the realm and allowed him to break into the sixth level of the demigod.

"Your Majesty, your realm--" This time Jiang Jingtian captured it. He was very surprised that Xiao Yan's realm was several levels lower than him.

"The sixth level of heaven is fine!" Xiao Yan reached out and summoned him. A piece of broken sword flew from somewhere, covered with rust and soil stains.

Jiang Jingtian widened his eyes and stared at the broken sword in Xiao Yan's hand. He recognized that it was part of Fang Ajian, but he didn't expect that the indestructible Fang Ajian would break.

Xiao Yan was also surprised. His subconscious action was not his original intention. He did it inexplicably, and inexplicably summoned a broken sword. But as soon as he started the hilt of the sword, he understood the reason. This was the Emperor's sword, which was broken into two pieces. One piece was buried in Yanshan Mountain, and the other piece was missing.

As the true power is pouring into it, the rust and soil stains on the broken sword fall, revealing the gray-black sword body, black with gray in the black, which looks extremely unique, giving people a deep and heavy feeling, and it is not without the sharp edge of the sky. It is just a broken sword, and if it is complete, it will definitely be extremely sharp.

The bronze key spirit in Xiao Yan's sea of ​​consciousness jumped for a moment, suddenly jumped out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and merged into the broken sword along his arms and hands.

Even Xiao Yan himself didn't have time to stop him. At that moment, he seemed to have become a puppet, unable to command his true energy, and watched the spirit body leave the body until it penetrated into the broken sword and recovered as usual. Fortunately, the little man had no problem, otherwise he would have been crying without tears.

After the bronze key spirit body merged into the broken sword, no changes occurred, as if it was like a mud cow entering the sea and disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment and injected true power into the broken sword again. The broken sword had no reaction or any change, as if he was in a state of silence.
Chapter completed!