Chapter 813: Emperor

At the deepest part of the imperial palace, there is a well, the wellhead is boxy. There is no sweet well water in the well, and some are just dark and chaotic.
Even the brightest bead in the world cannot break through the darkness in this well, which is also known as the Chaos Well.
This well has existed for millions of years, and is closely related to the prosperity of the emperor and demons of the past.
Only the immediate blood relatives of the Emperor Demons know that this well is the entrance to the Emperor Demon Palace.
Thousands of years ago, after Emperor Demon Sealed himself in this well, there was no movement in the well, and its surface was always floating in the dark of chaos.
After the prosperous imperial palace of the past prosperity, after experiencing the death of many princes and queens, the three princesses fled to their respective tribes, and the court was depressed and deserted.
Zong Shaoqing walked past the eaves of the palace and stood by the Chaos Well.
In his hands, blood dripped on the chaotic well. When the blood was mixed into the darkness, the entire wellhead was like a boiling water, and the dark, chaotic atmosphere was constantly turning up and down.
Only the blood of the line of Emperor Demons can open the Chaos Well.
Without the blood of the emperor to guide, even the three demons of the demons cannot step into the underground palace, let alone the holy beasts.
The black air on the chaos well gradually dispersed, and a stone step polished with white marble was gradually revealed in the black air.
That jade stairway, meandering, I do not know where to lead.
From below the Chaos Well, the chaos air blowing up could not tell whether it was wet or dull.
Zong Shaoqing picked up the ranks, waited until he finished ten steps, and then looked back, the entrance of Chaos Well had disappeared.
The white stone steps are very long. The first section was chaotic and chaotic. After walking about a thousand steps, his sight suddenly became clear.
Zong Shaoqing saw a mouthful of emperor's coffins floating on the sides of the steps.
Yes, it is the coffin of the emperor.
The Emperor's Demon Palace is also the place where the emperor's corpses sunk.
The Demon Race, which goes against the sky, cannot be transformed into a after death, and can only be buried in a palace that does not see the sun.
On each mouth of the emperor coffin, the majestic totem and the name of the emperor are carved.
In these emperor coffins, Zong Shaoqing saw the coffin of the first emperor. He didn't pause at his feet, but just went down with no expression.
When the white marble steps reached the 99,000th step, there was no way forward.
Beside the last stone steps, Zong Shaoqing saw a giant coffin.
The giant coffin is ten meters high, five meters wide, and more than twenty meters long. At the bottom of the giant coffin, four dragons are hovering. The dragons spew black chaos from time to time, nourishing the giant coffin.
There was a strong heartbeat in the giant coffin.
With no boundaries, the Emperor fell asleep in that giant coffin.
The heartbeat sounded stronger and stronger, and after thousands of years of cultivation, the strongest Emperor Devil who once made the holy beasts and even the gods of the heavens dread fearlessly is about to wake up.
The demons are endless. Whenever there is danger, there will be demons born out of power. A few sons and daughters of Emperor Demon have already withered, flesh and blood, and the immortal must have some sense.
Zong Shaoqing went to the giant coffin, and the four evil spirits glared at each other immediately, exhaling poisonous gas that was enough to suffocate.
Zong Shaoqing turned a blind eye, his fingertips flickered, and the dazzling purple fire eclipsed the surrounding beads.
Zong Shaoqing inherited the bloodline of his mother and witch ancestors, and also carried the blood of the imperial and infinite magic, and experienced ninety-nine years of looting, and tempered the fire of ninety-nine times. Enough to swallow the sky to reclaim the sea.
The magical purple fire is the fire of purification and also after destruction.
Even when the evil spirits of ancient times saw such a fire of gods and demons, they couldn't help shrinking and not daring to act rashly.
The fire in Zong Shaoqing's hands did not ignite.
He gazed at the emperor's coffin, the emperor had no awake, and this was the best time to kill him.
"Capturing the infinite demon body of the imperial demon, becoming the star and the star for two thousand years; the two powerful planes are really strong," this is the last wish of the Witch Sect.
But at this time, Zong Shaoqing was hesitant.
From the moment he was born, he already knew that his fate could not escape the resentment and hatred between the Tianwu tribe, the demon tribe, and the holy beast.
For the past 10,000 years, he just silently followed the arrangement of his mother.
In front of people, he is the Temple of God, and his heart is like a mirror. After people, he is the son of the demons who bear the name of the revival of the Tianwu tribe.
His destiny, according to the established trajectory, went for 10,000 years without half a deviation.
But until today, he began to question whether everything he did was correct.
Why did he kill his brother and his father for the sake of the previous generation and for the Tianwu tribe that no longer exists? Body, what is it for?
Who can tell him exactly what it is for.
The brilliant purple fire in Zong Shaoqing's hands kept beating, just like his mood at the moment.
With complex and conflicting moods, Zong Shaoqing did not immediately burn the underground palace. He slowly put away the purple fire.
I put my hand on the giant coffin, and felt the distant and familiar heartbeat that passed from the deepest part of the giant coffin.
He vaguely remembered the man's heartbeat.
When he was a child, he had no clear memory, and vaguely remembered that the man had held him in his arms.
He remembered the heartbeat, the joy, the heartbeat of the father, and the man's open smile faintly in his ear.
The hand was unable to restrain the force, and the thick coffin lid was pushed open, making a rumbling sound like a thunder.
In the coffin, the majestic shore-like body fell asleep quietly.
The majestic features of the sword and axe still have a strong body. The emperor has no boundaries. Even if he has been sleeping for thousands of years, he is still the greatest king of the demons.
Suddenly, a pair of purple eyes jumped into the eyes.
Just like the demons, Zong Shaoqing saw those eyes, almost the same as his own eyes.
The color of his eyes, inherited from his father, purple, the color of the emperor.
"My demon, the only remaining blood of the demons in the world, you finally came. Is she to let you kill me?" The low, male voice like a dragon's yin was full of ears.
With no boundaries, Emperor Demon confronted Zong Shaoqing ten thousand years ago.
Four dragons soared up into four dragon chains, trapping Zong Shaoqing's hands and feet.
"You have lost the best time to kill me. You can't compare to your mother-in-law. Maiden, that cruel woman, I have been obsessed with her for thousands of years, but she is still reluctant to let go of her obsession. Why do n’t I have to bear it again. When the Emperor returns, I will tremble the four planes. Ninety-nine times, Witch Sect, you teach a good son, today, I will use your son to sacrifice Practice my Nine Turns to make Chen Gong, "Emperor Demon's cold and stern face alternately appeared in anger and madness.
The moment Zong Shaoqing pushed open the giant coffin, the Emperor Woke up without boundaries.
Thousands of emperor's coffins flew up in the ground, and thousands of emperor's evil yin dan were surrounded by Emperor's boundless body like the stars in the sky.
Zong Shaoqing's complexion suddenly changed. He understood that he had missed the best time to kill Wu Wuya, and he was in a predicament.