Chapter 179: Saints or mortals?

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On the 　　圜圜圜台, Zhao Yu, who looked up at the sky, listened to the electronically synthesized sound of the system in his mind, and put down more than half of his heart. A large number of souls were absorbed, which meant that the Sitian Tower battle had basically come to an end.
　　 When the power of the mountain and sea map blooms over the White Emperor Palace again, the sharp blade will be suspended above the head again.
　　 The system's synthesis without emotional fluctuations just fell, and the childlike voice of peace and tenderness resounded in Zhao Yu's ear again, still with a hint of meaning.
　　 "It's really boring, really boring, the guy Huang Zhao actually woke up. According to your grandfather, Zao Wou-ki, there are few problems with using knives. In addition to swinging knives, there is only cultivation in his mind, which is extremely boring."
　　 "Yellow trick? You mean the grandpa in the giant bronze coffin?"
　　 Zhao Yu increased the volume, with joy in his voice.
　　 "Except for the rough stuff that I would rather have no martial arts all day long, not without a man, who else is there?"
　　 Although the child's voice is immature, just like a three or four-year-old child who has just learned to speak, but the tone of speech is very old-fashioned and looks very strange, but it faintly thinks it should be.
　　Because he is called Taiping, he is the number one artifact of the human race.
　　 "It's better to be without martial arts than without chivalry."
Zhao Yu repeated this sentence in his mind, only to realize that the story of the sword-wielding hero and walking the rivers and lakes told to him by his mother when he was a child was not made out of thin air, but his grandfather, so even though he had never met, But there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
　　 What is a chivalrous man, a great chivalrous man, for the country and the people, only become a Tianwu army, self-appointed in the coffin of Suoyuan for fifteen years, you can be a hero.
　　 "Why is an hour so long? I thought it was easy. On weekdays, I watched the female camels and cows in Huwoshan take a bath, and the snowy owls lay eggs on Kunlun Mountain. Time passed quite quickly."
The immature voice of Taiping chattered in Zhao Yu's mind, causing Zhao Yu to show a wry expression. Who can imagine that the first artifact of the human race, the mountain and sea map, is actually a newborn baby who has not grown up. .
　　 Just as the voice of peace and tenderness kept ringing in his mind, the sky above the White Emperor Palace suddenly changed, Zhao Yu's face became solemn, and Tian Ping stopped speaking and became silent.
Across the entire sky, like the sky, in the constantly rotating one-yuan heavy water vortex, Suzaku's croaking, one after another, more and more Nanming Lihuo burst out from the storm, every burst, Stormy waves are set off on the sea of ​​one yuan heavy water.
Finally, a different color appeared on the dark and black heavy water sea. It was golden, with countless golden bubbles emerging from the sea surface, and then the sea began to tremble violently, like a behemoth moving upwards at an extremely fast speed below sea level. Rush out.
　　 The same is true of the facts. The one-yuan heavy water exploded directly on the sea surface, and a flame-burning Suzaku was destroyed from it, bringing up the sky full of water, and then countless Nanming Lihuo swayed, and the sky appeared as dense cracks as glass shattered.
The cracks continued to spread outward, and the sea of ​​heavy water that was so big all day disappeared instantly, revealing the snowy, white sky, under the bridge of heaven and earth, the nine-fold staircase reappeared, and the figure of Empress Wu was already standing in the eighth. Heavy on top.
　　 The eighth half of the holy, a real step away!
　　 But Empress Wu's state was not good at this time. When she broke the eighth star and sky, she had already exploded almost the last source of power, so she hadn't taken that step for a long time, and she was almost exhausted.
　　 Sweat dripped from the temples, but in a blink of an eye, the flames on his body evaporated, and his back was still upright. There was nothing to bend the spine of the Daxia Regent, even if it was almost exhausted.
Empress Wu, who was standing on the eighth step, moved a small step forward. The phoenix crown and robe swayed at the same time. There was a commotion among the hundreds of civil and military officials below, and then they all walked out of the square wall of the Qiuqiu platform and lined up. Coming under the nine-tiered staircase, they were neatly arranged like the early dynasty that had not been decorated every day for fifteen years. Then they knelt on the ground, and the uniform sound resounded over the entire Baidi Palace, spreading towards the surroundings, After entering Wu's ears.
　　 "The ministers and others urge the regent to postpone his stepping on the Nine Heavens today, and wait for the next day to hit the holy throne and reach the top of the land fairyland!"
　　 The shouts from hundreds of civil and military officials did not go away for a long time, but Empress Wu did not respond. Instead, he continued to take a small step forward. Before reaching the ninth step, he looked straight ahead and was silent.
The hundreds of officials from the cultural relics below shouted again, Empress Wu remained unmoved, and the eyes below the phoenix eyebrows were still calm. The Zhao clan’s unique ebony pupils reflected the bridge of heaven and earth, which was only a step away, and was colorful. The Tao fruit and the mysterious lines on the Tao flower are clear.
　　 The Empress Wu in the sky held his hands and said nothing, and the military officials above the ground knelt to the ground, and everything was silent.
Until a burly figure came from the side of the hill, with a burly figure, a national character face, and an empty left arm, slowly walked past the kneeling cultural relics Baiguan, stepping on the covered snow, leaving a series of footprints, gradually Kneel on one knee before reaching Baiguan.
　　 Hai Cuo Sect Sect Master Yuan Jiang raised his lowered head and looked at Empress Wu above, with craziness in his eyes, and the voice of one person reaching a hundred people resounded throughout the world.
　　 "Wu, Hai Cuozong Yuan Jiang, I implore the Regent Queen Wu to take the cinnabar blood from the center of the eyebrows of His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun, that is, Sheng Kecheng, from now on, the sun and the moon will be invincible.
As soon as the words came out, all the civil and military officials who were kneeling on the ground all raised their heads in amazement, and even the great masters of the ten major sects stood up one after another, with extremely dignified eyes, Wei Guogong Xu Sheng coldly snorted, stepping forward, like a dragon again Rising up.
　　 The atmosphere of the entire Baidi Palace has become more depressing than ever, and no one dared to gasp loudly.
　　 After ten full breaths, Empress Wu, who was standing holding her hand, suddenly turned around, and her phoenix eyes pierced Zhao Yu's eyes on the Qiuqiu platform, and her aura rose.
　　 Liangpo's body appeared in front of the Qiuqiu Platform, and Wei Guogong Xu Shengyi left and right behind Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu's brows are slightly frowned, even if the surrounding auras are clashing with each other, they will be triggered, but the eyes are still flat as water, and the vertical lines of the two avenues under the crown of the sky are bright and dripping. I wonder if it is an illusion. The temptation of the avenue is emitted. The breath suddenly increased several times, and it was as mellow as a century-old wine in the induction.
　　 Amidst the drooling sounds of the great masters, Zhao Yu gently handed the old lady beside him to the girl Rouge for support, then raised his hand and patted Liang Po's shoulder and raised his foot to the edge of the Tianxin Stone.
　　 The black crepe gown shook, and the jade pendant around his waist made a pleasant ding-dong sound. The young man raised his delicate face like an immortal, his ebony pupils looked at the phoenix shadow in the sky.
　　 Aunt-nephew’s eyes looked at each other again.
　　Life or death, saint or mortal?