Chapter 489: The Death of Emperor Yan, a Man with Thunder in His Heart but a Calm Face

Chapter 489: The Death of Emperor Yan, a Man with Thunder in His Heart but a Calm Face

Emperor Yan is unwilling!

Feeling the power in his divine body gradually weakening, Cao Benqi's eyes turned red. However, in the face of absolute crushing strength, any unwillingness or despair was useless.

Breaking through on the battlefield, escaping from desperate situations, are ultimately just imaginary stories in vernacular novels...

The space and time around him has become terrifyingly stable. Even though he possesses a fourth-level attack power, he is still like a trapped beast hitting a wall, with his living space constantly compressed.

"I can not be reconciled……"

The roar of Emperor Yan Cao Benqi echoed in the frozen time and space, but it could not reach this completely blocked star field. I don't know since when, the words "I am not willing" became the most common words in his mouth.

The golden-red flames around him flickered like a candle in the wind, and his armor seemed much dimmer due to the exhaustion of his divine power. Even the Flame God Halberd that had just shown its power was shaking in his hand, making a humming sound like a wail.

The eight Lords of the Universe stood in eight directions, each maintaining the operation of the Sealing Treasure. The Star Lord Liulan stood at the highest point, with seventy-two star beads surrounding him to form a seal, ruthlessly suppressing every struggle of Emperor Yan.

"Cao Benqi, it's over." The star master Liu Lan said in a cold voice, and an eighteen-story black stone tower appeared in his hand. "You deserved to die for making us mobilize such a large force."

Emperor Yan knelt on one knee in the void, his long hair disheveled, and the scarlet battle robe outside his armor was torn to pieces.

He raised his head and looked around. The Lord of Magic Ghosts had hundreds of eyes filled with greed, the Lord of Magpie Heart had his icy wings ready to take off, and the Lord of Strange Blue had his four hooves stepping on sealing runes... every face was filled with cold mockery of him.

"Hahaha..." Emperor Yan suddenly laughed, with endless sadness in his laughter, "Do you think... this is the end?"

He threw the Yanshen Halberd fiercely and gave up resistance: "Just wait, Zuo Shanke will make you pay the price!"

Hearing what he said, the expressions of the eight people in the field changed slightly, but then they thought, now that things have come to this point, what's the point of looking back?

"town!"

Star Lord Liu Lan did not give him a chance to continue speaking. The small black stone tower swelled up in the wind and turned into an endless tower covering his head. The black hole-like vortex at the bottom of the tower produced a terrifying suction force, and Emperor Yan's broken body was sucked into it like a leaf in the wind.

"Do not--!"

The roar of Emperor Yan echoed in the tower, and ancient runes lit up on the eighteen floors of the tower at the same time. The first layer sealed the divine body, the second layer imprisoned the soul, and the third layer suppressed the will... until all the effects were fully activated, the struggle in the tower finally subsided.

The light of the runes on the surface of the black stone tower gradually dimmed, and the consciousness of the star lord Liulan probed in along his fingertips.

When he saw the remains of Emperor Yan at the bottom of the tower, his pupils suddenly shrank.

rich!

So rich!
The space at the bottom of the tower was filled with a hazy golden-red halo. The first thing that caught the eye was the armor. The dark golden armor was flowing with fine lightning patterns, as if the entire sea of ​​stars was condensed in it. Every pattern was breathing out the breath of destruction. With just a glance, Star Lord Liu Lan felt a powerful fluctuation of power. This was definitely the power of the best of the pinnacle treasures.

Without the protection of Emperor Yan's divine power, Jie Jia revealed his true power!

The original soul standing aside was dark blue and clear, with a chaotic aura entwined on its surface. It faintly condensed into a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and it was somewhat similar to Emperor Yan. It was a pity that Emperor Yan had completely become a thing of the past.

Similarly, the aura of this treasure is not even half as strong as that of the armor!

In addition to these two most eye-catching items, Star Lord Liulan's attention was also attracted by other treasures around him.

The twelve star fragments inlaid on the gilded crown each emit a powerful and eye-catching light.

The red longbow was flowing with liquid flames, and the bowstring's vibration caused ripples in the surrounding space.

The surface of the bronze scroll is engraved with the laws of the universe, which are obscure and difficult to understand but full of attraction...

Five or six top-level treasures and a dozen high-level treasures were placed in a staggered manner, with brilliant lights interweaving, illuminating the bottom of the tower like a dream treasure house.

In addition to the finished treasures, there are also mountains of precious materials, flashing all kinds of strange lights, some exuding a rich breath of life, and some are filled with the power of various laws.

"This is not the wealth that a third-level strongman should have at all!" Star Lord Liulan muttered to himself, and the haze of being threatened by Emperor Yan was instantly dispelled by ecstasy.

Emperor Yan is much richer than him!

This trip is worth it!
"Liulan, what's the situation?"

In the outside world, the seven lords of the universe who came together have passed the Yanshen Ji around to each other. They were shocked by this top-grade treasure, and everyone had more expectations for what Emperor Yan would leave behind.

Wow!
The light of the runes on the surface of the black stone tower gradually dimmed, and Star Lord Liulan let out a long sigh, with an irrepressible smile on his lips.

He just raised his hand and waved it, and seventy-two star beads floated in the air, projecting the scene inside the tower without reservation.

"Everyone, look at this harvest!" Star Lord Liu Lan's voice was full of excitement. He won a great victory in the first battle. "Two top treasures, five or six top treasures, and so many precious materials. We really made a fortune this time!"

Hundreds of eyes of the Master of Magic Ghosts widened at the same time, and the greedy light almost condensed into substance: "Good fellow! This Emperor Yan is hiding deep enough!"

The icy wings of Magpie Heart Lord trembled slightly, and a deep surprise flashed in his eyes: "I didn't expect that a third-level strongman would have such a wealth."

The star master Liulan stretched out his hand and the dark gold armor and the dark blue original soul flew out first.

Lightning patterns flowed on the surface of the robbery armor, breathing out the breath of destruction. The surface of the original soul was entangled with the aura of chaos, faintly condensing into a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"We will discuss the distribution of these two supreme treasures after the battle. Let's take a look at the other treasures and materials first."

Gilded crowns, red longbows, bronze scrolls and other treasures flew out one after another, and the brilliant lights intertwined, illuminating the entire starry sky like a dream treasure house.

Star Lord Liulan pointed at the top treasures and the mountains of precious materials and said, "These materials will be distributed according to demand according to the previous rules. Everyone can take what they need."

This small group was not the first time to cooperate, and they already had a set of mature rules. Moreover, although these materials were precious, they would not cause the Lord of the Universe to fall out. Everyone was relatively reserved and took some materials they needed.

After receiving the materials, the Lord of Qilan looked at the three supreme treasures in the void, stamped his four hooves, and neighed excitedly: "This time the harvest is far beyond our expectations. It seems that we were right to sneak out and work alone!"

The other Lords of the Universe nodded one after another, their eyes full of anticipation for the next journey.

Star Lord Liu Lan looked at everyone's eager eyes and thought to himself, "This time the harvest is far beyond expectations. The high-level and top-level treasures are easier to distribute. As for the three top-level treasures..."

He glanced at the Flame God Halberd, the Robbery Armor, and the Original Soul, "We have to find a fair way to distribute them, so as not to hurt the harmony."

Sure enough, before he could even open his mouth.

"Liulan, how do you plan to divide these three supreme treasures?" asked the Lord of Demons with a burning gaze.

Star Lord Liulan pondered for a moment and said, "We are all allies. For the sake of the overall situation, we naturally cannot quarrel over treasures. So, I will keep all these treasures for the time being. After the war is over, we will discuss the distribution based on internal merits. How about it?" "There are so many lone prey behind us. We can't lose the big picture because of the small. It will be unprofitable if we have a grudge."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

Especially those third-order universe masters, they are neither better than the best nor worse than the worst. If they are distributed now, these three top treasures may only be shared by the star master Liulan, the master of Qilan, and the master of Fumo. But if they wait until the hunt is over, relying on the merits accumulated from battles, they may be able to exchange for a top treasure!

"Then I don't want the top treasure for now. I'll save the credit for now." The Lord of Longdong waved his hand to withdraw from the distribution.

"me too."

"quit."

For a time, except for the two top second-level Lords, Lord of Magic Ghosts and Lord of Magpie Heart, the rest of the third-level Lords of the Universe withdrew from the distribution of top-level treasures.

The two looked at each other and made up their minds.

Hundreds of the Demon Lord's eyeballs turned at the same time, with scarlet blood streaking between the whites of his eyes: "Forget it! We, the second-level ones, really can't compete with you big guys!"

He waved his hand, and the bloodshot eyeballs suddenly turned into scarlet chains, entangled the bronze ancient scroll suspended in the air, "This thing engraved with laws is just right for me to practice the Ghost Eye!"

A layer of faint blue halo appeared on the ice crystal wings of the Lord of Magpie Heart. She giggled and said, "I'll take this red longbow!" She condensed an ice arrow with her fingertips, put it on the bowstring and pulled it gently. The temperature of the entire star field suddenly dropped, and several asteroids in the distance were instantly frozen into ice sculptures. "It can be used as a handy long-range weapon when hunting in the future!"

After the two finished their selection, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became relaxed.

Star Lord Liu Lan finally put his heart at ease after seeing everyone get what they needed. He raised his hand to recall the various treasures left behind. Three of the top treasures, the Flame God Halberd, the Robbery Armor, and the Original Soul, were quietly suspended in his palm, emitting a breathtaking light: "In this case, I will keep these for the time being. When the hunt is over, the real achievements will be recorded in the book of merit!"

"Okay! It's settled!" Everyone laughed heartily. For a moment, the star field was shining with light and the laughter was deafening.

"Let's go! To the next location!"

They filed into the Shadow Ark, shuttled through it, and broke through the Burning Sky Formation. Emperor Yan was dead, so there was no need to be cautious and afraid of alerting the enemy.

At this moment, the vast Yanshen Mysterious Realm was completely in tears, and the loud and wailing sounds resounded throughout the world.

As a powerful tribe in the universe, they have always been proud, but now that the Flame Emperor is dead, only a few Venerable-level Flame Gods can't take on the responsibility... The Flame Gods have been defeated, and it will be difficult for them to rise again...

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Demon clan, Stone Star.

"Teacher." Puti woke up the half-drowning hermit with a panicked look on his face.

"Ok?"

The hermit opened his eyes in confusion.

Puti looked solemn, his voice trembling slightly: "Teacher, the life mark of the second junior brother...dissipated."

The hermit's originally lazy and half-leaning figure suddenly froze, and his eyes that seemed to contain endless stars suddenly became cold. The flow of time in front of the thatched hut suddenly became sticky, and even the floating dust stopped in mid-air.

"What did you say?"

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Puti's forehead, and an ownerless communication token appeared in his hand. This token was once in the hands of Zuo Shan Ke himself, and he could contact him directly, but when Yan Di completely disappointed him, he gave the communication token to Puti, allowing Puti to contact Yan Di.

"One minute ago, the life mark in Second Junior Brother's communication token disappeared..."

There are only two possibilities for the life mark to dissipate. One is that Emperor Yan took the initiative to disperse the mark left in the communication token, indicating that he had completely drawn a line between himself and the Mountain Cottage. However, judging from past experience, this possibility is extremely low! The other possibility is that Emperor Yan fell. Once the master died, all the life marks left in the world would naturally dissipate and disintegrate.

"Let me confirm it." Zuo Shanke's face was stern, but there was not much anger in his eyes.

The hermit stood up, and the void around him trembled violently. Countless tiny star rays burst out from his green robe and condensed into mysterious runes above the thatched hut.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed, and the laws of heaven and earth gathered like a surging tide. The cosmic energy within a radius of ten thousand miles rushed into the thatched hut frantically and condensed into mysterious runes at his fingertips.

At the same time, the original will of the universe above the stone star shook violently and pressed down infinitely, as if it wanted to nail the hermit here.

He glanced at it and ignored it.

"start!"

With a low shout, the runes continued to spin, strangely turning into a blood-red color.

Time and space spun violently, the light was bright, and countless points of light flickered in it, just like countless stars interpreting the birth and death of the universe. The hermit frowned, staring at the rune intently, muttering something, and strands of will weaved along the trajectory of the rune, and the invisible waves extended into the depths of the vast universe.

Puti stood aside without daring to breathe, nervously watching the changes around him. He had a feeling that the original will of the original universe would not be able to resist taking action at any time, crushing his teacher, him, and the stone star under his feet into powder.

call!
Almost at the point where the original will became impatient, the blood-colored rune in front of the hermit collapsed and dissipated.

"Your second junior brother has indeed passed away." The hermit sat down again with no joy or sadness.

Puti hesitated to speak: "Then..."

Shaking his head, the hermit closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Puti waited like this. When he thought the hermit had fallen asleep and was about to leave, a calm voice sounded in his ears: "Don't worry about it, just pretend he never existed."

Puti quickly agreed, but her heart was very cold.

The teacher was too hard-hearted. He didn't care at all when the disciple he had personally guided died in unclear circumstances.

But no matter what he thought, he was the soul slave of the Mountain Master, and in his heart he still respected and obeyed everything the Mountain Master did. Even if the Mountain Master killed him now, he would die with a smile.

Wait until Puti disappears.

In front of the thatched cottage, beside the small lake, sitting on a reclining chair, the hermit muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Why am I becoming more and more confused about this world?"

"What exactly went wrong?"

"Can the desert also produce fragrant orchids?"

No one answered.

Only the occasional whistling rainbow light of a stellar-level werewolf flying on the stone star beneath his feet, and the ripples of the original will that is constantly watching from above the sky. (End of this chapter)