Battle Through The Heavens: Rebirth of Emperor Yan

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The origin of the continent breaking through the sky

In the milky white vortex, Xiao Yan stared at the space in front of him. To be exact, it should be the thick white fog floating in the space.

That's what has long disappeared in the Douqi continent, and what the original soul emperor planned for thousands of years, even at the cost of the whole continent:

"The origin of the emperor"

"Tut Tut, the origin of the emperor, the soul emperor of heaven planned for a thousand years for a trace of the emperor's baby pill, but now, these origins of the emperor are like the air. Tut Tut, it's really a change of the world! As long as you become the fighting emperor, the origin of the emperor, tut Tut, I'm afraid it's much more than the air! Unfortunately, you can't go back from this space, otherwise If you give the origin of these emperors to your father-in-law and Master Zhu Kun, you can create two strong fighting emperors out of thin air. Alas, it's a pity, really, tut tut... "

At the thought of this, Xiao Yan is a long sigh, but on second thought, Xiao Yan will no longer think about anything.

Gu Yuan and Zhu Kun are already old and the top strongmen in the fighting spirit mainland. They have long been used to the leisure life in the fighting spirit mainland. Now let them break through the system and solidify as emperors and fight with themselves in another unfamiliar world. Let alone disagree, Xun ER and Cailin will not agree.

So he moved and flew away towards the white fog in front of him.

While Xiao Yan was marching, he never found that the origin of the emperor was slowly gathering towards Xiao Yan at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and even passed through his clothes into Xiao Yan's body, integrating with Xiao Yan's fighting spirit and body. However, Xiao Yan, the principal, did not know at all and was still moving forward towards the thick white fog ahead.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Yan finally stopped, but he frowned and looked very ugly.

Xiao Yan didn't deliberately calculate his travel time, so he didn't know how long he had gone, but it should be about ten days and a half months, but from the beginning to now, there was still a white fog ahead, nothing.

Xiao Yan once tried to change direction, but the result was the same. He couldn't find a place that looked like a way out.

Xiao Yan had to expand his empire soul, but he still didn't find anything. Instead, he felt that there was something wrong with the power of his soul, but he couldn't feel what was wrong, which also made Xiao Yan's face more dignified.

Until later, Xiao Yan even felt some swelling in his body. He thought he couldn't adapt to the origin of these emperors, so he tried to move faster, but he found that the faster he moved forward, the more swollen his body became.

Until just now, Xiao Yan inadvertently noticed that his hands were covered with dense and small cracks. Under Xiao Yan's careful observation, Xiao Yan found that his whole body was like this.

Xiao Yan was frightened and dignified at the moment. He was seriously injured without knowing it, and his body had reached the verge of collapse.

Xiao Yan wanted to use fighting spirit to force suppression, but when he ran fighting spirit, he found that in such a moment, he could not mention fighting spirit, and was even more perplexed to suppress his injury!

Damn, what's going on, why, why, my body? My fighting spirit? How did this happen? Ah! What's the matter? Is there no stronger one above the fighting emperor? Are all the senses of the power of my soul over the years just illusions? Did those ancient strong fighting emperors die here? So what's the point of fighting the emperor!

Xiao Yan's heart was angry and roared for some reason.

"I'm not reconciled. For my teacher, for my father, for xun'er, for my family and for the whole fighting spirit continent, I continue to cultivate, turn nine into saints, and finally break through the system of fighting saints, incarnate into emperors and defeat the soul emperor, but why, in the end, it's just a joke, I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!!!"

Xiao Yan thought of this in his heart, looked up, and made an unwilling hoarse roar in his throat, trying his best to roar to the sky.

At this time, Xiao Yan's hair was scattered, his face was red, and a trace of blood continued to flow out from the crack of the skin on his face, which dyed Xiao Yan's whole body into a piece of blood red and turned into a blood man. His eyes were congested and protruded outward, his upper and lower muscles were tight, and he stood straight in place. He looked like a crazy Warcraft, very ferocious and terrible.

Suddenly, Xiao Yan's body fell back, his eyes closed slowly, and the force of the soul spread and disappeared involuntarily. If someone saw this scene at this time, he would recognize that this is the precursor of the collapse of the origin of the soul.

But the power of those souls did not disappear, but integrated with the origin of those emperors in an extremely strange state.

Xiao Yan's body fell down at an unusually fast speed. If there was a rock right under Xiao Yan's body at this time, Xiao Yan must have been broken to pieces and died on the spot.

In the process of Xiao Yan's coma and whereabouts, Xiao Yan had a dream. He dreamed of his three years of waste firewood, the ridicule of his people, the happiness and danger of following his teacher to the mainland, and the joys and sorrows with xun'er.

But suddenly, all this began to disappear. Xiao Yan watched his relatives and friends leave him one by one. Xiao Yan wanted to leave them, but he was still powerless.

Looking at xun'er whose body shape gradually faded, Xiao Yan suddenly stretched out his hand to grasp xun'er, but he still did nothing.

In his dream, Xiao Yan clenched his hands into fists, and angrily roared to the sky:

"Ah! Xun'er! The sky is unfair! The sky is unfair!!"

At the same time, Xiao Yan, whose body is falling constantly in reality, also reaches out his hand, but the result is different. In his hand, there is a silver white light band.

At this time, the silver white light band was struggling because of the sudden fixation, trying to break away from Xiao Yan's palm.

Although Xiao Yan couldn't use his fighting spirit at this time, how powerful his physical strength was, and how could a small silver band of light break away.

Therefore, after struggling for a long time without fruit, he finally stopped, as if he had collapsed, lay quietly in Xiao Yan's hand and fell down with Xiao Yan.

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