Emperor Yan sat alone on the stone pillar with his back facing all living beings, Chu Yi and others could not see his face.

Everyone was solemn, because compared to the powerful powers of the Chaos Age, they obviously knew more about the ancient times.

That is also an existence that transcends the supreme, and is honored as the Holy King.

Even the sloppy Supreme quickly came back to his senses and came to worship.

"It seems that the eighteenth pillar was not carved by the senior Lone Emperor, but by Emperor Yan. In this way, Emperor Yan of that year should have been here."

Chu Yi said, "Yes, with the strength of Senior Lonely Emperor at that time, I am afraid that these stone pillars will not be able to be completely covered up, let alone preserved to this day. Without the powerful man of the same level, he had long been discovered by the monsters under the ground and then destroyed."

The monsters underground are getting stronger and stronger, while the Lone Emperor is getting weaker and weaker.

That monster can use its hair to walk around the ground. It can be imagined that in another hundred years, it will really break through this seal.

"Yan Emperor!"

Chu Yi bowed.

The Yan Emperor on the scroll seemed to hear something, and he turned around.

At that glance, Chu Yi discovered something was wrong.

In his impression, Emperor Yan was an extremely optimistic person, and he didn't even take death seriously. However, Emperor Yan on the stone pillar lost his former spirit, his eyes were dim, full of bitterness and despair.

His clothes were no longer fancy, but heavy black.

Yan Emperor had tears in his eyes and bitterness in his smile. His hair was no longer black and his roots were white.

He no longer grinned or joked unscrupulously. His eyes were heavy and the corners of his mouth were facing down.

Just sitting there like this, it seemed like a different person.

He seemed to have encountered a major blow, and his spirit became decayed. At the moment he turned his head, two lines of tears fell.

The death of Yan Emperor is actually not accurate. Someone saw his body, but no one knew the exact time of his death.

Yan Emperor, I cried!

A generation of holy kings, who surpassed the supreme existence, actually cried.

They suddenly felt a little nervous. The patriarch of the Lone Emperor cried because he saw his son, and what about the Yan Emperor?

"You are here..."

Emperor Yan looked at Chu Yi, and he seemed to have a premonition that he would come. Perhaps Chu Yi had the aura of Emperor Yan and the Yanhuang clan.

"Senior." Chu Yi said respectfully. He was stunned. How could such a casual person become like this?

This is a painting. Emperor Yan came here and painted himself on a stone pillar. His painting skills have always been good.

The person in the painting turned completely and everyone saw an extremely horrifying scene.

Yan Emperor's chest and flesh completely disappeared, large areas of white bones were exposed, and the strong heart inside could be seen, flashing the divine light and beating constantly.

Everyone was creepy and moved.

"What happened?" The sloppy Supreme's eyes were wet. He knew Emperor Yan, who often teased him back then.

That was an extremely optimistic person, and nothing could defeat him.

The sloppy Supreme sat on the ground with his hands trembling. He knew how powerful this man was and that he was the object of worship when he was a child. It was because of this that he was so frightened.

The mule wanted to lick the sloppy supreme with her tongue, but the latter couldn't help but tremble. Her hands were too excited and trembled tightly.

Everything that happened today has brought them too much impact.

"Xiao Xu is here too." Emperor Yan looked at the sloppy Supreme, "I am so old, no longer as I used to be."

He sighed.

Yan Emperor's paintings have definitely reached the level of the great way and are so eccentric that they are talking about this realm.

He looks like a real person, but not a real person.

"You all go back, you can't stand the future." Yan Emperor looked at Chu Yi, "The Great Elder did the right thing, and only the Great Elder has such foresight."

"You are the future king of my Yanhuang clan, so let's hide with the Great Elder."

"Everything is nothing..."

Chu Yi was dissatisfied and felt very uncomfortable: "Senior, what happened? You are not like this. You said that everything can be defeated."

Emperor Yan smiled bitterly, and his dry hair fell down inch by inch, falling all over the floor.

"It turns out that I am too naive and too difficult. This road is too difficult!"

He tweeted lightly, so Chu Yi was involved in the painting on the stone pillar.

The picture gradually changed, the wind and dust were flying, the sun star was hazy, and it was not real to see through a thick layer of dust.

"Let's have a good look."

Emperor Yan sat aside, his eyes moving.

In an instant, countless figures appeared in the sky.

"This is the picture I deduced..."

Emperor Yan's words rang in Chu Yi's ears.

I saw the void cracking and a huge eye poked out from the void.

Someone rushed up and turned into blood.

Immediately afterwards, figures rushed over.

The chaos aura permeates, and all kinds of terrifying thunders intertwines.

"This is the era of gods and demons? All those who fight are beyond the supreme beings!"

All this is not true, but it is not wrong, it is all deduced by Yan Emperor.

Rumble!

The void exploded, and a large amount of blood rolled, forming a sea of ​​blood.

Later, a vague and majestic figure appeared, and it should be the ancestor of gods and demons.

Later, Chu Yi heard the phoenix's hissing.

This chaos was almost sunk, and the blood was accumulated deeper and deeper in the void, and the blood of creatures of various races was mixed together, extremely scarlet.

Outside the stone pillar, the dark flame demon and others were also shocked to see this scene.

Although it is just a simple deduction, it can be imagined that this is even more tragic than the scene of the war between the Lone Emperor clan they saw before.

Immortals keep bleeding.

An infinite continent was directly sunk, and stars fell from the sky and fell onto this continent.

The strong men of all races roared in despair, and some creatures escaped, but there were still creatures that continued to follow one after another.

In the void, there is only one eye, cold and ruthless, staring at everything outside.

After the gods and demons, it is the age of heaven’s punishment.

The Buddha is boundless, the great way suppresses, and the strong men of the Heavenly Suppression clan are bleeding in the void.

Then, the Lone Emperor clan, the chaos was destroyed, and endless blood stained the world red.

Then, Chu Yi saw Huangdi.

Huangdi stepped into the void and walked out of the void. He cried bitterly, and he cried while walking. In the end, he committed suicide in the dust.

Blood failed to revive this desert, and everything, dust returned to dust, and soil returned to soil.

History is not a sinking, but a heavy and breathless pressure.

A painting is like the last straw in everyone's hearts.

Whether it was the sloppy Supreme or the White Fox, when they saw the lonely emperor and the heaven, they were already on the verge of collapse. Now when they saw this scene again, they instantly felt like they were being washed away.

"Do you still have to fight?"

“Hopeless.”

"Child, go back... no matter what, there is no hope. Even if you have many new discoveries, even if you are a sword-holder, what's the use?"

In the void, there was an eye looking at the earth coldly.

"Don't be a hero anymore. Heroes mean loneliness and sacrifice. All heroes go further and further in the end." Yan Emperor said calmly, but his eyes were still crying. He kept crying when he was painting this painting.

"Everything is in vain..."

"Senior, you were wrong!" Chu Yi suddenly said, "Everything is not useless. Everything you do is still there."

Chu Yi shouted loudly, and suddenly pointed his sword at the sky. He slashed the void with one sword, and the void was full of blood.

"Look, this is your credit. You have opened the way with blood. I will not be lonely on this road, I will break into it."

"Even if I can't reach the end, my blood is destined to pave this road further."

The cold wind is flying, and the sand and dust are rolling.
To be continued...