Well, although it was a thunder calamity, how come they never saw Emperor Xu being struck by thunder! Everyone couldn't help but want to shout to the sky again - thief God!
No, it is injustice.
As for the justice of heaven, Rong Xian has the most say in this matter.
The way of heaven is relatively fair, mainly because other people do not cheat.
You can't blame the strong for being weak because of Heaven's preference.
The hidden Cangtian looked at the solemn atmosphere that Rong Xian's words made sand sculptures, and the vicissitudes of life were silent.
What is this called, a sand sculpture in a bitter drama
Remembering that Rong Xian had something to do and traveled through some small worlds, heaven: "..."
Well, in fact, the style of painting is not right for a day or two.
She has quite a lot of characters.
The essence of drama, green tea bitch, white lotus bitch, virgin bitch, logical death, feminism, hegemonism, etc., and now add a sand sculpture, it seems no problem
She has worn more worlds, seen more things, and encountered more top-quality goods, so it is her.
And the master who was complained did not feel that there was anything wrong with her, she rolled her eyes and sighed silently, "Forget it, I shouldn't care so much, after all, everyone has divided people into three, six, nine, and so on, maybe the way of heaven It's the same. It's because I don't know enough."
The expressions of the others gradually stiffened.
Lord Sima Heng received everyone's eyes full of desire to survive, coughed dryly and said, "Emperor Xu, the devil is here."
But I can't let this fellow talk any longer.
Even if she holds a lot of power, she is not sure whether Tiandao will engage in even sitting.
After all, people with their identities like to sit in a row. I heard that someone has also traveled into a small world, and the emperor in it is always a mantra to let the nine clans be buried with them.
In contrast, if the Tao of Heaven wants to sit in a row, does it actually make sense
She took the others back without a trace for another fifty miles.
Zhao Hu and the others were at a loss, but it was right to follow the strong, so they also retreated.
After retreating, there were only two people left in the spacious place.
Rong Xian, who fully understood what the Empress of the Eastern Jin Dynasty was thinking, snorted and looked at the same boat behind her.
She looked serious, and she didn't leave half of her previous indecentness.
Yu Ze whispered, "I didn't expect Emperor Xu to look like an emperor even when he was serious."
Just as Shang Qianqiu was about to say something, he saw Rong Xian stretch out his hand in the void, and the golden sword of merit appeared out of thin air.
She said directly: "There is a small amount of nonsense, just do it if you don't agree."
Shang Qianqiu swallowed the words when he got to his mouth, and solved the case. Emperor Xu still had the same virtue as before.
The purple thunder mark between the eyebrows of the same boat flickered, and there were clouds over everyone's heads. The faint threat cast a cloud over everyone's heart, and the whole person subconsciously became vigilant.
In the black cloud, the tens of thousands of li-long behemoth swayed, and from time to time a small section of the dragon body as huge as a mountain range was shocked and speechless.
A huge dragon head was faintly protruding from it, and his eyes swept across the crowd with awe-inspiring aura, exuding an incomparably attractive aura.
Occasionally, the dragon head turned into a dark and majestic gate, and a terrifying bloody aura permeated through the gap.
Oz Demon Prison!
This is the bizarre demon prison that makes people smell the color.
For a time, there was a faint illusion in everyone's heart that Emperor Xu was about to overturn the car.
No matter how crazy Emperor Xu is, no matter how powerful his methods are, he can't match the Heavenly Dao Sacred Artifact, the Demon Prison.
What's more, Tiandao is still staring here, and he has a grudge against Emperor Xu, and no one can guarantee whether it will be sidelined.
So, ah, you can do it, don't think about it and go to death.
The mysterious and complicated runes on the black brocade robes of the same boat flickered with faint black awns, and those eyes shrouded in golden light carried endless coldness and ruthless tiredness towards the world, like a fairy god.
He didn't open his mouth, just stretched out his hand and slashed down, coming with a ruthless and decisive momentum, like the heavenly river flowing backwards into the world.
Despair, terror, suffocation, can not help but make people feel fear.
Sima Hengjun and Shang Qianqiu's expressions changed, and they immediately protected the others with enchantment.
"I didn't expect the Ruthless Daoist to be so powerful." Qin Liang murmured.
He looked at Zhuge Jiming, "How much do you know about his strength?"
Zhuge Jiming shook his head and said with a cautious expression: "The lord rarely shoots himself, and when he shoots, he will come out first."
The implication is that he doesn't know much about the strength of the same boat.
They could feel the tyrannical momentum across the distance.
The three at Ziyun Dojo looked at Rong Xian, who seemed to be on a par with the same boat, and He Yi was a little puzzled: "In the Taoist platform, the power of luck should not be able to be mobilized, how can Emperor Xu be so tyrannical?"
Lin Si said solemnly: "There is only one explanation, Emperor Xu's own strength is so tyrannical."
"How is this possible?!" Wang Ting cried out in horror.
The mysterious man who was wrapped in black cloth glanced at Wang Ting, and he made no secret of his disdain, as if he was despising him for making a fuss.
Others: "..." To be reasonable, you are not low-key at all.
You were called out by Jun Wu before, and all the damned ones on the land list are dead. You are the only one among the dimmed names. How can you pretend to be mysterious? !
And to survive to this day, there must be a lot of scheming methods, but I have never heard how special this person is before, and it is quite deep to hide.
Lin Si and the others frowned and endured in order not to make any extravagances.
Yan Kui and others were also very curious about this person, but this was not the time to explore, and their attention was focused on the battle ahead.
Sima Heng swept his gaze over several people, paused on the mysterious man, looked at Fu Yuhuang who was farther away, recalled the fate of the two of them not to meet, and then looked at Fu Yuhuang's tentative nature now. Going towards the battlefield, I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
The inheritor of the Sword Emperor is also a ruthless character. Once this kind of fate that does not meet, it is not just one person who will suffer.
As expected, Rong Xian, who was still aggressive just now, was still tyrannical in his attack, but his momentum was slowly fading.
"Is the imperial husband and his sister-in-law beating me up?" Rong Xian asked with a smile, as if he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all.
Tongzhou didn't speak, but he didn't show any mercy.
Rong Xian pouted and glanced at Fu Yuhuang who was not far away, her face gradually paled, her lips became even more red, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Yuhuang is still so heroic."
Seemingly also affected by his fate, Fu Yuhuang leaned on the dry tree trunk and took a hard breath, touched the small water on his wrist, and raised his brows with anger: "But Your Majesty's situation at this time is let me down. I am very happy.”
Rong Xian's expression restrained, expressionlessly fending off the chain extending in the void, her attack became more and more ruthless.
The Biao Demon Prison moves at will, and every palm from the same boat has a power no less than the peak of the gods.
(End of this chapter)