Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

【Dusty True Dragon Heart】

[Rank: Zhenshi]

[The transformation of Jihuang Xuanyuan, the lord of Shangqiu, condenses the Tao that he has practiced all his life, which can be the nourishment of the "Tao Fruit" realm. 】

[Jihuang Xuanyuan, nicknamed Emperor Hong, enfeoffed the country Shangqiu, inherited the throne when he was young, sacrificed to the immortals, broke through Jiuli, deterred all directions, begged the immortal Kongtong, served Dan to ascend, and encountered terrible disasters. The so-called longevity and long-term vision will never come true A dream in a moment.]

Following the unlucky ancient dragon, Ji Qiu slashed between his eyebrows, his huge body couldn't withstand the wear and tear of the knife, and every inch of it was cracked, and it had already turned into nothingness and disappeared.

There was only one viscera of the dragon that was beating slightly and dimmed, stagnating in front of the white-haired emperor.

"Daoguo."

Ji Qiu raised his eyelids slightly, lowered his gaze, and looked at the phantom figure of a man in a platinum robe who scanned the devastated Diqiu just now, sighed sadly, and then slowly dissipated, his heart was touched .

Just now, Emperor Ji was in a daze, and the transformed ancient dragon carried the energy of the entire ancient kingdom of Shangqiu, and when it was blessed by Ji Xuanyuan, it was like a real ancient dragon, powerful enough to lift the sky.

It's just a dragon chant, soaring into the sky, it can swagger the aura, turn into stars and sky, and almost wipe out this majestic ancient city. You must know that this place is not a fragile world for future generations, but a place where the nine worlds and ten directions are integrated into one. Reckless!

Ordinary Yuanshen Dao Lords can use their supernatural powers, and the destructive power they can achieve is nothing more than that of the later generations of Faxiang Zhenjun.

This is not to say that they are not strong, but as the status of the heaven and earth rises, these powerful people who can move mountains and seas, since they practice here, it is naturally impossible to surpass that shackle.

Therefore, to be able to evolve into a falling star under such harsh circumstances, it is undeniable that Ji Huang is truly an unrivaled hero!

It is also confirmed from the side, if he can set foot on the Venerable Zhan Dao dignifiedly, instead of taking the body of evil, I am afraid that it will be the fruit of the Dao after his Nirvana, his tyranny will be comparable to Ji Qiu, and it is uncertain !

Unfortunately.
The white-haired emperor sighed, and touched the heart in front of him with his fingertips.

In an instant, one after another, broken images flew through Ji Qiu's mind along this 'viscera'.

It is like a series of ancient paintings, recording a certain person's life.

Born in Diqiu and raised in Jishui, the boy in animal clothes grew up slowly, was enshrined by various tribes, and made an alliance with blood. Under the witness of his grandfather, he became the master of this gathering place.

Then, it got out of hand.

The half-dragon man, who was bruised and severely injured, fell in front of him, dying, and the young man helped him up; from the end of the sea, the great array master who was familiar with the principles of nature was asked to come out of the mountain and share with him. Assist in major events.

Emperor Jiang stayed in Diqiu for three years, and later left his descendants to serve the emperor. In Daze Mountain, he herded and guarded more than ten thousand desolate beasts, and the unparalleled national warrior who was born with supernatural power served as a general under his tent.

A series of figures gathered behind the young man.

Determine the ephemeris, build boats and carts, unify the country, and protect all living beings.
Open up Jiuli, sweep Dongyi, open the way, conquer the south and fight the north.
The brilliant and long picture has passed through a long time.

Until the end, the young man gradually transformed into a dragon because of his visualization of the dragon picture, and he was on the verge of death. He could only lie in the couch, falling into an unprecedented weakness.

When the time is right, see the fairy of Nine Heavens who will give you an elixir, and if you take one, you can turn into a fairy.

So the emperor lying on the couch couldn't hide his excitement, and took the elixir without hesitation, hoping to extend his life, and continue to lead this ancient country and ethnic group to a more distant era.

However, what he ushered in was not a rescue from a desperate situation. On the contrary, he fell straight into the boundless darkness.

At this point, the screen ends.

Thousands of years are thrown away in a flash.

'crash la la'

The wind blows from the distant place of memory, and falls on the banks of the Jishui River, which is flowing eastward.

A strand of leaves drifted slowly, and a tall figure with a smile on one side stretched out his palm, pinched his fingers, and immediately held them together.

He turned around and was standing on the edge of the endlessly turbulent river, with soft sand under his feet, other than that, the sky and the earth were empty, there was no other foreign objects, it was all white.

This river, which can't be seen at a glance, is called Jishui. It was the river beside the emperor's capital of the ancient kingdom of Shangqiu a long time ago.

Jihuang Xuanyuan grew up here since childhood.

According to legend, it is a branch of the Luoshui branch of the Cangsheng Huadao, and it has the favor of the Cangsheng who developed writing to carry the human way. As for whether it is true, it is not known.

The man who clung to the fallen leaves looked at the vast river alone, wondering what he was thinking.

Until he noticed the movement behind him, he turned around and looked at the picture scrolls derived from one after another of the broken pictures, and then showed his figure. The white-haired boy, who was comparable to the fairy, finally smiled:

"Taiyi, you did it."

He watched the young man in front of him step into the 'Field of Myth', standing at the end of his memory, stepping on the soft sand and looking at himself with gentle eyes.

After finishing speaking, this unpretentious Ji Huang Xuanyuan, who was only wearing coarse linen clothes at this moment, looked like a boy, the leaves between his fingertips shimmered, and instantly turned into an oval shape, as if A clay pot-like musical instrument.

"It's called 'Xun'. You practice in the mountains all day long. You haven't been born in the world for hundreds of years. You probably haven't seen this thing before?"

Holding up the crude musical instrument in his hand like a clay pot, Emperor Ji bent down, sat on a cold stone on one side, put the 'Xun' to his mouth, listened to the ebb and flow of the tide in his ears, and signaled to Ji Qiu Next, ask him to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Afterwards, the man's black hair was fluttering slightly, his eyes were looking at the distant sea, he squinted slightly, and slowly began to play in his mouth.

That tune is different from all the musical instruments Ji Qiu has ever heard.

Its voice is far and long, just like a Kunpeng skimming the sky, diving into the bottom of the sea, singing softly, sad, melancholy, sighing, and desolate.
But in just a few minutes, there are several complex emotions that are not enough for outsiders. The white-haired boy leaning on the stone and listening to the man's performance quietly did not say a word.

Wait until the end of the song.

Only then did the commoner man put down the xun in his hand, stroked it lightly, and sighed again:
"Before, Leizu liked to hear me play 'Xun' the most. She praised my vocal music as ethereal, which can make people feel soothed, but now..."

"In this piece, there is no such lightness as the harp and the harmony of the past."

"Moreover, the person who likes to listen to me singing 'Xun' the most... has also been buried by my own hands."

Bright and noble, the woman who once took him to overlook the scenery on the edge of the cliff and said proudly: "One day, you will be able to realize the wish in your heart" is still ringing in her voice and appearance.

Having said that, Emperor Ji closed his eyes, letting tears drip down his face, and his tone was filled with remorse:

"After the calamity turned into a dragon, I personally killed countless people who I once protected."

"Even though I can't control my body and my sanity has fallen into ignorance, I can still hear the whispers of those fallen human races in my ears from time to time, which are so unbelievable."

"I heard them questioning me, why don't I continue to protect the weak people, am I not their king?"

His arms trembled slightly.

"Until I killed my wife with my own hands, and then watched her soul transformed into a secret technique, like a rain of light, illuminating me who was in ignorance."

"She gently stroked my shoulder, just like when she proposed to me when I first arrived in Xiling and beat the drums, intending to unify all the tribes in Shangqiu, her eyes were bright and full of tolerance."

"She told me I was going to wake up"

"Otherwise, Shangqiu, which we have worked so hard to build for thousands of years, will be destroyed!"

"But, I let her down again."

"I tried my best, but I could only dormant in the Palace of Chuhuo for a while, and even this couldn't last for a long time."

"If you hadn't come, I'm afraid Li Mu, Feng Hou, and Ying Long."

"These humerus ministers who serve under my command will all bleed here."

Slowly, Ji Xuanyuan put down the 'Xun', his fists began to clenched tightly, a helpless wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help laughing at himself:

"It's ridiculous that I have claimed to be fighting against the sky all my life. I am unwilling to let the human race be weak. I want to lead Shangqiu to become tyrannical, and lead the human race to become the most powerful race in the wild world, without having to settle down in this corner of Dongyi Prefecture. Therefore, Offering sacrifices to the immortals, worshiping many Taoist temples, fairy mountains, and restricted areas because of their fame."

"However, in the end, it's just a big dream, a joke."

"For this reason, I dispatched troops and generals to defeat Jiuli, just because Da Chi disrespected the descendants of immortals."

"For this reason, I asked Immortals to ask Dan, worshiped Guangcheng in Kongtong, and wanted to explore the ancient secrets."

"For this reason, as the emperor, I bow my head to the Sunrise Heavenly Emperor of Kunlun Ruins!"

"Compared to the descendants of immortals, the human race has a short lifespan. I am as small as dust in this world, so I want to combine the power of the immortals, at least to make the people under the rule a little better, without worrying all day long, and being buried in the belly of the beast. "

"But even so, the way of practice, try your best, just imitate others, I really don't want to."

"When I was lying on the couch, when my body was not well known, I thought, could it be that my human race will really be as small as an ant for the rest of my life, and I can't be as powerful as those ancient dragons and real phoenixes, and I can't be like the innate gods. hour?"

"Until you show up."

"Tai Yi!"

Emperor Ji's eyes were burning like torches, and he turned his head suddenly.

He looked at the white-haired boy who was leaning against the stone in front of him, quietly listening to his heart-rending story, jumped up and down, and pressed his shoulder tightly:

"Even if my body suffers from catastrophe, I can still feel the message from my blood, that 'seed' that contains infinite possibilities!"

"You have created something that is destined to be greater than Sui Huang, Jiang Huang, and Cang Sheng, because this is the foundation of my human race!"

"Cough cough!"

Speaking of the crucial point, Emperor Ji coughed heavily, and his solid body suddenly floated up, which seemed to indicate that he was already a dead person, left in the world, and would be wiped out sooner or later.

However, the man didn't care, he just felt a pity:

"It's a pity that there is no wine made by Du Kang here, otherwise, I will definitely get drunk with you, let's celebrate together!"

"But, after all, I'm dead."

Regarding death, Emperor Ji didn't have the fear he imagined. Instead, his eyes were bright and he seemed to be relieved:

"I will leave everything I have to you."

"The rest of the journey is entrusted to you, Taiyi."

"in addition."

"I know something."

Jihuang's tone began to gradually become heavy, as if the next words would bear a heavy burden, so that even he could only utter one word with difficulty:

"Kunlun Ruins, Fusang Court, is the 'Emperor of Heaven' who manifested in the great sun and the scorching sun. His blood essence is the medicine in this immortal pill."

"I can feel the source of power and be affected by it at the same time. If I really absorb that immortal pill, I will become more and more out of 'humanity' and become an irrational 'immortal' Xuanyuan."

"That's something I'd rather die than resolve to do."

"It was also because of my instinctive resistance that led to the subsequent deterioration. During this period, every link, every drink and peck, counted me as dead."

"Diqiu's life is in a state of misery, it's because of this pill, I only hate that I can't see the hidden dangers, so I caused this catastrophe, I am very ashamed!"

"In addition. If there is no accident, Jianghuang Shennong who stepped into the Kunlun Ruins alone has already fallen one step ahead of me."

"I can be sure."

"That Immortal Pill, apart from the 'Heavenly Emperor's Blood' medicine, also has a main medicine."

"It is Jiang Huang's heart!"

"Before I turned evil, I retained the last sanity, so I saw a scene."

"That one. Sitting at the foot of the hibiscus tree on the top of the Kunlun Ruins, his torso turned into a towering ancient tree. The poison accumulated in his body exploded, and he was unable to recover. There was only one heart of the tree of spirits at the core. With the purest attitude."

"But it was this tree heart that was taken away by a giant hand that descended from the sky."

"Thus, this pill was refined!"

"This is the beginning and end of the incident, the cause and effect."

This piece of heaven and earth, which reflected the appearance of Ji Shui in the past, began to shake violently. At the end of Ji Xuanyuan's words, there was regret in his eyes:

"If possible, how I wish I was born as a human race, and I will also be a human race from now on, coming for people and leaving for people."

"Ugh."

"Taiyi, let's go on."

"Everything I have done since I transformed into a pill has been turned into a gift, and I will give it to you."

"For me."

"Take a good look, in this world, things that I will never see again."

Ji Xuanyuan stretched out his hand.

Behind him, there began to be densely packed, and countless shadows appeared, they were the mortal beings that Di Qiu fell under his hands.

Even if their king had deserted them, they would not leave him, even after death.

The faces of these creatures were so clear and vivid that Ji Qiu could see every outline on their faces.

No anger, no resentment.

more.
It's just nostalgia and regret.

The dead souls of Diqiu followed behind their king, bowed to the white-haired emperor, and then turned into light rain one after another, and disappeared.

Until even the man in rough linen with a gentle smile no longer exists.

Ji Qiu finally opened his mouth just now:

"Is it possible that I didn't have the chance to see the scene you mentioned."

When his words fell, it didn't seem like he was joking, but his tone was serious. After a while, Ji Xuanyuan couldn't help being taken aback.

Even with that, the corners of his mouth became bitter:

"Just do your best, after all"

"Manpower is exhausted."

"Those coveted people are too scary to fathom."

"How can I expect others to do what I can't do myself."

"This is something that can't be helped."

Emperor Ji shook his head helplessly.

But suddenly, the white-haired boy in front of him looked at him. His eyes were calm and deep, as if they contained an entire starry sky, and suddenly interrupted his words:
"No, you are wrong."

"Even if there are some things I can't see, I can continue to optimize the road and pass it down from generation to generation. Even if my generation dies, there will always be those who come after me."

"For example... your son, your descendants, and even all the living beings under your command."

"Although it is small, as long as the fire is endless, there is a possibility after all."

This statement is categorical.

Even Emperor Ji couldn't help being astonished when he heard it.

He wanted to ask, why are you so confident and determined?

But just when he opened his mouth and was about to say something, he found that this world had collapsed.

The scenery is turning around, and Ji Shui has long been reduced to what it used to be.

And seeing Ji Qiu's fingertips touching the 'organs' left by him, which resonated with him, Ji Huang couldn't help laughing:

"I'm running out of time, I really want to chat with you more, old friend."

"You're right."

"Then, my child will be entrusted to you."

"Also, if there is a chance, I hope you can go to Jiuli and meet Da Chi. Please say sorry for me."

"Just say,"

"It's my fault."

Looking at the devastated Emperor Qiu, there are many like-minded emperors who once joined forces to revitalize Shangqiu.

Ji Xuanyuan looked up at the clouds:
"Let me fantasize and fantasize."

"Perhaps in tens of thousands of years, our human race. The heavens will be trampled on!"

"Is it possible to say?"

In a very light tone, he talked about a vision that he might not be able to see in this world, and then he opened his arms suddenly, as if embracing the whole world, so he laughed.

And the words are not finished.

People have disappeared.

(ps: Xun (xun) is an ancient musical instrument. It has sound at station b, which is quite nice. Although it is definitely different from the ancient one, the sound line is more beautiful, especially when playing some heavy and melancholy tunes. More artistic conception.)
(With background music, it's quite a feeling.)