Another twenty days later.

Dong Chu.

In the main palace of the Chu family, the elders of the clan retreated one by one and withdrew from the palace.

At this time, there was only one person left in the palace, Chu Renjie.

Chu Renjie looked at him quietly, and a map-like animal skin hung in the air in front of him.

This is the Divine Treasure Map.

In fact, Chu Renjie never thought that this thing was also qualified for him.

However, Grandpa Tai gave it to him at this time.

Legend has it that there is a legacy left by the Emperor in the Sacred Treasure Map.

Such a thing, Chu Renao did not come out of the ghost city, and the elders gave it to him.

Chu Renjie pondered for a long time, took a long breath, and his soul sank into the picture.

Ten days later.

Chu Renjie walked out of Chu's house and flew north.

......

North Wall.

At this time, there are still more than forty days before the invasion of the beast sea.

Actually, it should be forty-three days.

Forty days have passed since the news of the change of ownership of Eastern Chu reached the north wall.

In these forty days, the first emperor took the initiative to issue an order and told the soldiers of the beast sea on the north wall of the four thousand miles that the next attack would be the beast sea.

All of a sudden, the hearts of the Terran monks were in turmoil.

Every time the beast sea invades, it will cause countless deaths and injuries to the drumming on the north wall.

Soon, as a certain Shenxuan Realm monk successfully escaped from the Emperor Pass one night, some people began to move.

They found that the First Emperor had no indication of those who had fled, so they grew emboldened and left in droves to the south.

It is very strange that the first emperor and three kings, who originally explicitly forbade the monks from all parties to go south, actually chose to remain quiet in this incident.

They did not say yes or against.

Like, just don't see it?

No, it's pretending to turn a blind eye.

That's tacit consent.

I'm sorry, we're afraid of death!

Many people thought so, and as a result, the people who lingered in the city on the north wall became more and more emboldened.

They began to drag their families south.

Just as they were fleeing to the water's edge, the monks who had fled south noticed something strange.

Luoshui, which was supposed to be a monstrous water, dried up.

The steamy water disappeared and was replaced by an abyss-like canyon.

Is it really dry?

Is there still water at the bottom of the river?

With doubts, someone stood by the river and looked down, and there was no bottom under the canyon.

Close your eyes and listen carefully, there is not a trace of water under the canyon.

Really did it.

Looking further to the other side, although it is still far away, a light green appears on the horizon.

Extremely far-sighted, it is actually an unusually lush bamboo forest.

The monk of a fairyland grabbed a handful of dirt on the edge of the canyon and gently crushed it, but the soil was still wet.

It shows that the Luoshui outage is a recent occurrence.

He looked at the sun, it had been sunny lately, and the sun was dazzling.

After thinking about it, I guessed that this incident should have happened within three days.

A small thing like a river in the south is unsupervised, and if there is no one to report it to the north, those who guard the sea may not know about it for a year.

So a monk gritted his teeth, handed over his family to his companion, and said a few words to his companion.

Then he and the team parted ways and flew north alone.

Imperial City.

The monk reported this secret, which was not a secret for those who could not escape, to his superiors, who then reported it.

Layer by layer, the news finally reached the ears of the first emperor.

The First Emperor just nodded at this and didn't say much.

A flat look, as if nothing had happened.

In the long river of time, there will always be some big fish that jump out of the water at once, see the amazing scene downstream, and then tell their companions when they fall back into the river.

The big fish, that is, the prophet who predicted the night of the ink sea.

He saw an abyssal mouth at the end of the river, and all the water was flowing into it, and he was terrified.

Who can save the torrent of time?

The First Emperor once thought he could.

But after more than a thousand years of sitting against the stream, he no longer thinks like that.

Summer insects and winter ice, mayflies and the four seasons... We are all born to coexist.

Just as he can do the collapse of the Mohai Building, turn the tide of the world, and he can't stop the drying up of Luoshui.

The north wall is broken, the Luo River is dry, the red land is thousands of miles, and the earth dragon turns over.

The words of the prophet began to be fulfilled.

Things in the world are already destined by God.

At this time, even if he had successfully dragged the north wall to Luohegan, what could he do?

The Chidi Qiandi, who doesn't know when it will come, will come after all.

A faint sadness welled up in the heart of the first emperor.

The sky that had been clear for more than a thousand years above the reverse stream was overcast.

The people who heard that the sea of beasts was approaching stopped one after another when they looked at the dark sky at noon.

What's going on?

"What are you frustrating about?"

The person who suddenly appeared patted the first emperor on the shoulder hard.

The first emperor stumbled and was almost photographed by him again.

The First Emperor turned around and found that four people had appeared beside him at some point.

One was shirtless, carrying a skull knife, tilting his head, and the corners of his mouth were full of arrogance.

A person in white clothes swayed lightly in the wind, standing with his hands in his hands, smiling while stroking his beard, his face was full of indifference.

One person squatted slightly, with ten fingers interlocked against his chin and looking at the north, describing it as withered, with pale hair and a faint murderous aura in his eyes.

They are one emperor and four kings, the remaining three, Qin He, Qi Fang, and Yin and Yang Ancestor.

"We're not dead yet, are you discouraged as the first emperor?" the old man with his chin slanted slightly, his eyes full of contempt.

Everyone knows where the sorrow of the first emperor came from.

Before the immortals predicted that Mohai would be the night, they had actually told them that Mohai's fate had already been decided when it appeared from the sword abyss in the extreme south.

Since they failed to prevent the formation of Jian Yuan, it means that Mo Hai is no longer able to return to the sky.

No amount of effort will be in vain.

At most, continue Mohai's lifespan and survive.

In fact, they were all very sad, and they originally wanted to run over and say a few words of frustration.

However, who knew that the first emperor had already sunk into sorrow before them.

In any team, there is always a need for some people to be optimistic without long brains!

So, the three of them tacitly strangled the frustration in their hearts to death.

If the world needs a smile at this moment, then let's grin a few old guys first!

If the first emperor didn't speak, no matter how much they said, it was useless.

As a result, there was silence between the four.

Suddenly, the First Emperor took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Have you ever wondered what you would do if it was the one standing in front of you at this time?"

The first emperor didn't speak for a long time, and as soon as he spoke, he uncovered the common scar in everyone's hearts.

If the three of them are not mistaken, this is the first time that the First Emperor has confronted and actively talked to them about the Venerable after he confirmed his death.

Your Excellency, that guy is not afraid of heaven and earth.

There will not be a trace of sorrow!