The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Above the vast sea!

The emperor was carrying a long sword, followed by twelve disciples.

There was a huge black cloud in the sky, and countless thunder and lightning flashed violently in the black cloud, but at this moment, the black cloud was already divided in half, and it was looming in the place where the two halves were divided, and a little bit of sword energy could be seen.

"Congratulations, Master, slaying the tribulation, and becoming an ancestor!" the disciples said immediately.

"Did you see clearly? The blade's direction is unstoppable, and the knife is intent. Everything can be cut away. Remember, it is everything!" Huang Shensheng educated the disciples.

"Yes!" The disciples nodded immediately.

But the disciples were still a little repulsive. After all, who could be as fierce as the master? Heavenly Dao, that’s Heavenly Dao, it’s not flawed to fit the Heavenly Dao, because the ancient immortal, no one can break the Heavenly Dao, according to the current cultivator, an ancestor who fits the heavenly Dao can beat a thousand ancients. Cents.

However, in front of the Rizun Tiandian, the Master was stunned and slashed the way of heaven. It's cut vertically, that's not a hole.

The emperor seemed to see everyone's thoughts.

"You are all picked out by me. You all have natural bones. There are no natural strong people, only weak ones who don't work hard. Although your talents are high, you can't slack off!" Huang Shen said.

"Yes!" the disciples answered.

"Immediately follow me to the Inner North Continent, thirty-six territories, challenge one by one, challenge all sects, challenge all kingdoms!" Huang Shen said.

"Yes!"

"It looks like Neibeizhou is in the east of Dazhen Holy Court, and to the north is the underworld and Beiwaizhou. Yan Zizai set up a dojo there?" a female disciple said.

"Yan Zizai!" The emperor narrowed his eyes, and a sigh of light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, the disciple got the news that Yan Zizai occupied ten territories in the north outer continent of the underworld, and set up a temple in each territory! Ten Fengshui temples!" said the female disciple.

The emperor squeezed the long knife and frowned slightly, "I know! Yan Zizai? One day, I will meet Yan Zizai with swords. That day, I hope you can be my help! Don't disappoint me. !"

"Yes!" The twelve disciples suddenly promised.

The underworld, the territory of ten thousand ghosts, the Great Qin City!

Long Yin pulled the cart and finally returned and landed in Daqin City.

Dazhen's courtiers quickly ushered in.

"Welcome the return of the holy king, the royal driver!" the courtiers respectfully said.

Yan Chuan nodded.

Above Long Nian, there were four prisoners.

"Holy King, who are these people?" Yi Feng looked at him curiously.

Jun Huatian didn't dare to say more, and the three ancestors of the Zuo family looked ugly.

Arrived, at Dazhen, Patriarch has not come yet? The Patriarch didn't have time, or the Patriarch didn't care about us at all?

"It's all ancestors, these years, you have worked hard, pick one, and cut it to become ancestors!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Eh? Yes!" Yi Feng nodded in surprise.

Other courtiers are also surprised, pick one to kill?

"Bold, Yan Chuan, you, you...!" Zuo Qing screamed bitterly.

But at this moment, everyone's will cannot affect Yan Chuan at all.

Anxiety flashed in Hua Desolate's eyes. After all, although Hua Tianjun hated him, he was still a Hua family member after all.

But Hua Desolation did not rush to speak.

On the side, Guiguzi seemed to see the anxiety of turning the desolation. With a slight smile, he looked at Yan Chuan and said, "Holy King, this time I can capture these ancestors and transform the desolation of the borrowed saint's sword."

Hearing Guiguzi's words, Jun Huatian's eyes lit up on the ground, revealing ecstasy.

Turning desolation is to say: "The time when the minister enters the big world is still shallow, and the lack of merit is absurd!"

Yan Chuan looked at the desolation. Indeed, the desolation in Dazhen was not as much credit as the veterans like Yifeng. But Gui Guzi spoke up, and Yan Chuan went along.

Not afraid of saints, but not wanting to chill the heart of the courtiers.

"Well, turn the desolation, choose one of these people!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yes, Xie Shengwang!" Hua Desolation was immediately grateful.

"There are two remaining, one for Lu Buwei and one for Li Si! Yifeng, come to cursive script!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yes!" Yi Feng answered.

The ministers around were envy.

Great welfare, reward ancestors? This, this is too exaggerated, especially the saint king who had been persuaded to surrender before, now his eyes were red as he watched the rewards of the ancestors with eagerness. He was also a holy king back then, how could he be so miserable?

Regarding Li Si and Lu Buwei, the ministers naturally did not dare to compare their merits. This is incomparable. I can only swear silently that I will work harder in the future to make the holy king pay more attention to himself, maybe next time he rewards the ancestors, he will have a share.

Yan Chuan arranged everything and went back to his palace. All the officials left behind and looked at the prisoners in surprise.

"Master Yi, I choose Hua Tianjun!" Hua Xiaoliang said.

On the side, Hua Tianjun's eyes were filled with rejoicing, he had escaped from birth, and finally he didn't have to die.

Yi Feng nodded.

Gui Guzi smiled slightly and said: "Dazhen has always been extremely fair, and the Holy King generally does not favor anyone. Although you have done a lot, how about Zhang Yi?"

"Naturally not as much as the commander of the Seventh Army!" Hua Desolation said truthfully.

"Just know, Saint King doesn't want to chill your heart, I hope you don't chill Saint King's heart either!" Guiguzi clicked and said.

Turning desolation into a faint polite said: "Thank you, Mr., for the point, I can naturally appreciate the painstaking efforts of the Holy King!"

Gui Guzi nodded and said goodbye to each other.

All the Zuo family disciples were taken away.

Only Hua Desolate looked at Hua Tianjun.

"Turn the desolation, this time, thank you very much! I used to be wrong!" Hua Tianjun shouted with the joy of escape.

Hua Liangliang shook his head and said, "Although I saved you, I didn't plan to release you. From now on, you will stay in Da Zhentian prison!"

"What? You don't let me go?" Hua Tianjun stared.

"Save you, not for your face, but for not wanting to cause trouble for myself or my ancestors. You'd better be honest and stay in Dazhentian prison from now on. With me, no one Will kill you again!" Hua Desolation said in a deep voice.

"Why? Are you so afraid of Yan Chuan? Don't even dare to let me go?" Hua Tianjun exclaimed irritably.

Hua Desolation shook his head and said: "The Holy King handed you over to me, just let me deal with it, but naturally, I will not add chaos to the Holy King, how can I not know your character? If you let you go today, the future will be inevitable. I am troubled by the wind and rain!"

"No, no, why do you say that I do the wind and the rain?" Jun Huatian still distinguished.

"Because you have no faith in life at all. Therefore, Lutheran is worthless to you. Although my family has ancestors to support, although the world says that saints are invincible in the world, they are not counted as compared to some wealthy families. The strongest, this is also the reason why I came to Dazhen as a minister, and you can only say that it is the misfortune of the family, and the hatred everywhere is not good for the ancestors!" Hua Xiaoliang shook his head.

"No, I won't!" Jun Huatian begged.

He shook his head and said desolately, "Being locked up in Dazhen Heaven Prison is not necessarily a bad thing for you. Think about your past. You are not very capable, but you are not capable of causing troubles. I hope that you will be released from prison. One day, if you can re-establish your beliefs in life, don’t disappoint me or your ancestors!”

"Get out of prison, how long are you going to detain me?" Hua Tianjun said eagerly.

"It depends on you!" Hua Liangliang shook his head.

"No, I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to!" Hua Tianjun said angrily.

In the past, Lord Huatian was aloof, even the ancestor of the world, how did he ever think that he would also go to jail? At this moment, it is natural to hate. He even resents Hua Desolate deeply.

But how can the desolate will be shifted because of the king of heaven?

"Don't worry, in order to give you a quiet experience, I will personally take you to the Sun Heaven Prison!"

Zun Tiandian outside.

The earth has been restored.

Some time has passed since the battle between the saint and the lonely man.

Zuntiandian square outside.

Around a man in a red robe, a group of Zuo family disciples were surrounding him.

The man in the red robe was holding some broken jade slips in his hands.

"Broken, the remaining three life cards are also broken, all killed by Yan Chuan? What a cruel Yan Chuan!" The red robe man said with a look of resentment.

"Old ancestor, what should I do now?" a Zuo family's kid said with an ugly expression.

Taking a deep breath, the red-robed man said: "How is the saint now?"

"Fighting Dugu Potian, and in the end both lost and wounded, and each went back! Sage...!" said a Zuo family kid.

"It hurts both? The saint is able to mobilize the power of the world. It can be said that he is an undefeated strong man. It hurts both? The lonely man breaks the sky? The strength cannot be underestimated!" The red robe man said with a gloomy expression.

"Old ancestor, what is the strength of this saint?"

"Sage? Ancestor Nineth Heaven is qualified to become a saint. Huazuntian should also have this cultivation base, but this cultivation base is nothing. The key is to mobilize the power of the world, that is, the power of endless heaven and earth!" The man in the red robe looked solemn.

"All six ancestors have fallen, what will the Patriarch plan to do?"

The man in the red robe looked at the Zuntian Temple.

At this time, at the entrance of Zuntian Temple, melting ice came out: "Zuo Hong, the ancestors let you in!"

The red robe man Zuo Hong nodded. Walked towards Zuntian Temple alone.

Stepping into the main hall, the door of the main hall suddenly closed, and the ice was guarded outside the hall, and no one was allowed to approach it.

In the main hall, it was slightly dark, with only a soft white light at the center.

Hua Zun Tian sat cross-legged on a big futon, looking at Zuo Hong who entered the hall.

"I have seen a saint!" Zuo Hong respectfully said.

"Zuo Chunqiu, what do you want you to do?" Hua Zuntian said solemnly.

"The Patriarch said that Yin Hentian must die, and he also asked the saint to take action!" Zuo Hong respectfully said.

"Yin Hentian has hatred with your Zuo family, why didn't you Zuo family come forward? Why should I come forward?" Hua Zuntian said a little unhappy.

"Patriarch said, you have no choice!" Zuo Hong said truthfully, saying that some did not dare to look at the saint, after all, this was a threat to the saint.

But there was a sudden silence for a while. Zuo Hong was curious.

After a long silence, the genius Huazun sighed slightly: "Yin Hentian? I will go when I get better. You go back and tell Zuo Chunqiu that this is the last time!"

"Eh? Good!" Zuo Hong nodded blankly.

"Go out!" Hua Zuntian sighed slightly.

"Yes!" Zuo Hong withdrew from the hall.

In the hall, only Hua Zuntian was left.

"Heh, saint?" There was a bitterness in Hua Zuntian's voice.

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