The first vice-president of Baisheng Academy, the weakest man in the Great Saint Realm, now only has one human head left, holding it in his hand like a melon vendor weighing a watermelon, and the murderer The person looked indifferent.
"shameful."
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
"So, are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?"
As his hand moved downward, black lightning suddenly struck down from the cyclone covering the entire Yan City in the sky. Each black lightning is like a world-destroying black dragon, roaring and rushing towards the earth.
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
The man patted the basket on his left: "There happens to be an empty seat."
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
An Zheng suddenly said two words.
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
He stood up suddenly, his body transformed into a phantom and rose into the sky. His body became extremely huge, and he directly raised his hands to hold the cyclone.
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
"If he can do it by himself, then he is not An Zheng, a guy who never accepts his fate."
"Why aren't you surprised when you see me?"
At the same time, in the Immortal Palace.
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
Reclining Buddha looked a little embarrassed: "People... may always change, especially after changing the environment."
Qinglian raised her head and glanced at him before asking.
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
"No, you're throwing trash everywhere. It's shameful."
"shameful."
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
At the same time, in the Immortal Palace.
"You haven't reached this level yet..."
"Is life as sad as snow?"
Reclining Buddha sighed: "There is really no sense of accomplishment at all."
"Am I shameful? Why didn't you feel ashamed of yourself when you were chasing me? Now it's my turn to chase you. I found a helper, so I'm ashamed of myself?"
"Give you a minute, you can't leave, you can't blame me."
"The humble people are still resisting."
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
Ning Xiaolou's face looked a little ugly. Although he seemed to be still sitting there, the shadow was clearly unable to support the huge cyclone.
He stood up suddenly, his body transformed into a phantom and rose into the sky. His body became extremely huge, and he directly raised his hands to hold the cyclone.
The reclining Buddha is sitting on a sedan chair carried by two people, still looking so lazy and greasy. He was holding a chicken drumstick in his hand, which was even greasier than him.
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
Such a arrogant person as Reclining Buddha actually turned around and walked away. He patted the shoulder of the man carrying the sedan chair: "Go quickly, go quickly."
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
Zhuang Wuyan raised his hands with his palms facing the sky. A second later, a huge cyclone suddenly appeared in the sky, appearing suddenly. The size of this cyclone is almost the same as that of Yancheng. The cyclone is getting thicker and darker.
The first vice-president of Baisheng Academy, the weakest man in the Great Saint Realm, now only has one human head left, holding it in his hand like a melon vendor weighing a watermelon, and the murderer The person looked indifferent.
Zhuang Wuyan raised his hands with his palms facing the sky. A second later, a huge cyclone suddenly appeared in the sky, appearing suddenly. The size of this cyclone is almost the same as that of Yancheng. The cyclone is getting thicker and darker.
He stood up suddenly, his body transformed into a phantom and rose into the sky. His body became extremely huge, and he directly raised his hands to hold the cyclone.
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
"Why aren't you surprised when you see me?"
Qinglian turned back and glanced at Qingta Immortal Lord: "I dreamed that... an island fell down and landed in the human world. There was a person who couldn't see clearly and destroyed the immortal palace... Now you know why I would not hesitate to offend Zi Luo Did you? Because I’m sure he saw it too.”
Qinglian was silent for a while and then said: "Why do you think I went against Zi Luo? It's actually very simple. Zi Luo understands the power of time better than me. I don't believe it. He didn't predict what I predicted. Mortals are not afraid of nightmares. They are just afraid of nightmares. But I am afraid... I will not have nightmares for no reason."
An Zheng learned from Fang Tanzhi the ability to sense the breath of all things in the world, and he was also able to integrate himself with all things in the world. He didn't actually go far, he was just behind the wall on one side of the street. He just completely blended his breath into nature. Behind the wall, the distance between him and the two powerful enemies was no more than ten meters. But neither of those two people could sense where An Zheng was, as if An Zheng had completely disappeared.
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
"Is life as sad as snow?"
Reclining Buddha sighed: "There is really no sense of accomplishment at all."
He held up a finger and said, "I'm counting to one."
The middle-aged man sitting on the basket stood up and glanced at the Reclining Buddha: "It seems that your description of your friend is not quite correct... You told me before that he is a person who will never admit defeat, let alone He will not escape easily. In your eyes, he is a great hero who will never bow down even when he is defeated. Why is his performance so poor today?"
The corners of Ning Xiaolou's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
He held up a finger and said, "I'm counting to one."
An Zheng said nothing.
The moment the cyclone appeared, Ning Xiaolou's expression suddenly changed: "You guys have gone too far!"
"Give you a minute, you can't leave, you can't blame me."
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
Then he took action.
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
Zhuang Wuyan raised his hands with his palms facing the sky. A second later, a huge cyclone suddenly appeared in the sky, appearing suddenly. The size of this cyclone is almost the same as that of Yancheng. The cyclone is getting thicker and darker.
Qinglian was silent for a while and then said: "Why do you think I went against Zi Luo? It's actually very simple. Zi Luo understands the power of time better than me. I don't believe it. He didn't predict what I predicted. Mortals are not afraid of nightmares. They are just afraid of nightmares. But I am afraid... I will not have nightmares for no reason."
The reclining Buddha gnawed clean the chicken legs in his hands and threw them on the ground.
Then he took action.
"There are millions of people in one city."
Standing outside the main hall, there is a layer of clouds and mist at the end of the square.
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
An Zheng pointed to the chicken leg bones on the ground: "Pick them up."
Such a arrogant person as Reclining Buddha actually turned around and walked away. He patted the shoulder of the man carrying the sedan chair: "Go quickly, go quickly."
"shameful."
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
An Zheng said nothing.
But An Zheng did not rush towards him. The moment he was about to come into contact with the reclining Buddha, An Zheng's power of cultivation formed a line of purple lightning, which exploded behind him and headed straight for the person from the Divine Tribunal. The middle-aged man sitting on the basket also smiled when he saw this scene, with disdain in his eyes.
However, An Zheng was missing.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
An Zheng's body went straight to the Reclining Buddha like an arrow. The Reclining Buddha sitting on the sedan chair opened his arms at this moment, as if waiting for An Zheng to come and die. He even opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, like a dog that saw the bones flying over on its own, with saliva dripping from his tongue.
An Zheng suddenly said two words.
The moment the cyclone appeared, Ning Xiaolou's expression suddenly changed: "You guys have gone too far!"
But it is obvious that An Zheng's cultivation power is more than one level lower than that of the middle-aged man from the Divine Tribunal... Tang Xianxu is indeed much higher than An Zheng's cultivation level, and even he is not that guy's His opponent had his head cut off easily. How could An Zheng be able to defeat him
"I haven't had a dream for a long time. Ever since I reached the True Immortal level, I won't have any more dreams, because I can control my thoughts and desires anytime and anywhere, and the dreams will never come back. But these days, I I have a nightmare almost every night... When you reach the emperor level, you will have the ability to predict. Speaking of it, the so-called prediction is the understanding of the power of time, and you can see some fragments of the future. "
An Zheng's body went straight to the Reclining Buddha like an arrow. The Reclining Buddha sitting on the sedan chair opened his arms at this moment, as if waiting for An Zheng to come and die. He even opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, like a dog that saw the bones flying over on its own, with saliva dripping from his tongue.
"I haven't had a dream for a long time. Ever since I reached the True Immortal level, I won't have any more dreams, because I can control my thoughts and desires anytime and anywhere, and the dreams will never come back. But these days, I I have a nightmare almost every night... When you reach the emperor level, you will have the ability to predict. Speaking of it, the so-called prediction is the understanding of the power of time, and you can see some fragments of the future. "
[Shura]
"Am I shameful? Why didn't you feel ashamed of yourself when you were chasing me? Now it's my turn to chase you. I found a helper, so I'm ashamed of myself?"
Zhuang Wuyan kicked away the basket beside him, and the heads inside rolled out, all over the floor. After hearing this, the reclining Buddha actually jumped down from the sedan chair and left as quickly as possible. Although he was not familiar with this world yet, he was at least familiar with the man named Zhuang Wuyan. Zhuang Wuyan was Chen Wunuo's instructor at the Tribunal of the One Hundred Thousand Mountain Gods. Chen Wunuo was dying from torture every day, and even if he couldn't get up the next day, he would not be able to escape the torture.
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
The middle-aged man sitting on the basket stood up and glanced at the Reclining Buddha: "It seems that your description of your friend is not quite correct... You told me before that he is a person who will never admit defeat, let alone He will not escape easily. In your eyes, he is a great hero who will never bow down even when he is defeated. Why is his performance so poor today?"
An Zheng nodded and replied seriously: "Yes, for a chicken leg bone."
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
The middle-aged man sitting on the basket stood up and glanced at the Reclining Buddha: "It seems that your description of your friend is not quite correct... You told me before that he is a person who will never admit defeat, let alone He will not escape easily. In your eyes, he is a great hero who will never bow down even when he is defeated. Why is his performance so poor today?"
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
An Zheng suddenly said two words.
"No, you're throwing trash everywhere. It's shameful."
Qingta Immortal Lord lowered his head: "I really don't understand."
The lying Buddha was stunned: "Are you fucking stupid..."
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
At this time, the impact of practice will be revealed. An Zheng has never been a lazy person in practice, and he is also a genius who can learn things quickly. When geniuses work harder than ordinary people, there will always be more and better gains.
Weiran Palace.
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
An Zheng nodded and replied seriously: "Yes, for a chicken leg bone."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let's go. You have just adapted to this era. If we really fight with him, you may not be sure to kill him, but I have... What I, Zhuang Wuyan, hate the most is the one I want to kill." People ran away from me, thinking they could escape. If they really fought me openly, I would kill them without giving them any pain, but An Zheng escaped... I can't get out of this place. City?"
An Zheng nodded and replied seriously: "Yes, for a chicken leg bone."
The corners of Ning Xiaolou's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
Reclining Buddha looked a little embarrassed: "People... may always change, especially after changing the environment."
"Give you a minute, you can't leave, you can't blame me."
Qingta Immortal Lord lowered his head: "I really don't understand."
Standing outside the main hall, there is a layer of clouds and mist at the end of the square.
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
Reclining Buddha leaned forward and looked down at An Zheng: "What do you think he would choose?"
The moment the cyclone appeared, Ning Xiaolou's expression suddenly changed: "You guys have gone too far!"
"If he can do it by himself, then he is not An Zheng, a guy who never accepts his fate."
An Zheng pointed to the chicken leg bones on the ground: "Pick them up."
He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of white light appeared, then suddenly grew in size, forming a shock wave that hit An Zheng's purple lightning. The two forces were like two angry dragons that refused to obey the other, colliding with each other.
Weiran Palace.
Qinglian was silent for a while and then said: "Why do you think I went against Zi Luo? It's actually very simple. Zi Luo understands the power of time better than me. I don't believe it. He didn't predict what I predicted. Mortals are not afraid of nightmares. They are just afraid of nightmares. But I am afraid... I will not have nightmares for no reason."
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
"interesting."
The reclining Buddha is sitting on a sedan chair carried by two people, still looking so lazy and greasy. He was holding a chicken drumstick in his hand, which was even greasier than him.
"You haven't reached this level yet..."
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
The lying Buddha was stunned: "Are you fucking stupid..."
But it is obvious that An Zheng's cultivation power is more than one level lower than that of the middle-aged man from the Divine Tribunal... Tang Xianxu is indeed much higher than An Zheng's cultivation level, and even he is not that guy's His opponent had his head cut off easily. How could An Zheng be able to defeat him
Zhuang Wuyan kicked away the basket beside him, and the heads inside rolled out, all over the floor. After hearing this, the reclining Buddha actually jumped down from the sedan chair and left as quickly as possible. Although he was not familiar with this world yet, he was at least familiar with the man named Zhuang Wuyan. Zhuang Wuyan was Chen Wunuo's instructor at the Tribunal of the One Hundred Thousand Mountain Gods. Chen Wunuo was dying from torture every day, and even if he couldn't get up the next day, he would not be able to escape the torture.
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
Reclining Buddha looked a little embarrassed: "People... may always change, especially after changing the environment."
"If he can do it by himself, then he is not An Zheng, a guy who never accepts his fate."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let's go. You have just adapted to this era. If we really fight with him, you may not be sure to kill him, but I have... What I, Zhuang Wuyan, hate the most is the one I want to kill." People ran away from me, thinking they could escape. If they really fought me openly, I would kill them without giving them any pain, but An Zheng escaped... I can't get out of this place. City?"
"I haven't had a dream for a long time. Ever since I reached the True Immortal level, I won't have any more dreams, because I can control my thoughts and desires anytime and anywhere, and the dreams will never come back. But these days, I I have a nightmare almost every night... When you reach the emperor level, you will have the ability to predict. Speaking of it, the so-called prediction is the understanding of the power of time, and you can see some fragments of the future. "
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
Qinglian turned back and glanced at Qingta Immortal Lord: "I dreamed that... an island fell down and landed in the human world. There was a person who couldn't see clearly and destroyed the immortal palace... Now you know why I would not hesitate to offend Zi Luo Did you? Because I’m sure he saw it too.”
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
An Zheng nodded and replied seriously: "Yes, for a chicken leg bone."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let's go. You have just adapted to this era. If we really fight with him, you may not be sure to kill him, but I have... What I, Zhuang Wuyan, hate the most is the one I want to kill." People ran away from me, thinking they could escape. If they really fought me openly, I would kill them without giving them any pain, but An Zheng escaped... I can't get out of this place. City?"
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
"I haven't had a dream for a long time. Ever since I reached the True Immortal level, I won't have any more dreams, because I can control my thoughts and desires anytime and anywhere, and the dreams will never come back. But these days, I I have a nightmare almost every night... When you reach the emperor level, you will have the ability to predict. Speaking of it, the so-called prediction is the understanding of the power of time, and you can see some fragments of the future. "
As his hand moved downward, black lightning suddenly struck down from the cyclone covering the entire Yan City in the sky. Each black lightning is like a world-destroying black dragon, roaring and rushing towards the earth.
Seeing the reclining Buddha fleeing in confusion, Zhuang Wuyan snorted disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit person fell into the fairy island..."
"interesting."
He suddenly moved, and instead of rushing towards the person from the Divine Tribunal, he rushed towards the Reclining Buddha. When the Reclining Buddha saw An Zheng coming toward him, instead of being afraid, he felt excited. His pupils were dilating, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
"Is life as sad as snow?"
He held up a finger and said, "I'm counting to one."
Weiran Palace.
Then he took action.
The first vice-president of Baisheng Academy, the weakest man in the Great Saint Realm, now only has one human head left, holding it in his hand like a melon vendor weighing a watermelon, and the murderer The person looked indifferent.
Reclining Buddha looked a little embarrassed: "People... may always change, especially after changing the environment."
An Zheng's body went straight to the Reclining Buddha like an arrow. The Reclining Buddha sitting on the sedan chair opened his arms at this moment, as if waiting for An Zheng to come and die. He even opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, like a dog that saw the bones flying over on its own, with saliva dripping from his tongue.
The extremely huge cyclone shrouded the sky above Yancheng with the power of destroying the heaven and earth. People who had already felt the danger coming walked out of their homes and raised their heads to look at the terrifying celestial phenomenon. Black dragons are coiled one after another, as if they are about to pounce down at any moment. But now, the one who is stopping these black dragons is Ning Xiaolou, who is upright and upright. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, transformed into a giant and held up a cyclone. This scene was extremely shocking.
"Your Majesty, stop it!"
But An Zheng did not rush towards him. The moment he was about to come into contact with the reclining Buddha, An Zheng's power of cultivation formed a line of purple lightning, which exploded behind him and headed straight for the person from the Divine Tribunal. The middle-aged man sitting on the basket also smiled when he saw this scene, with disdain in his eyes.
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
"There are millions of people in one city."
[Shura]
"I… "
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
Qinglian raised her head and glanced at him before asking.
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
Xu Shuiyi said as he walked out: "As a king, you are so cruel."
"You haven't reached this level yet..."
The middle-aged man sitting on the basket stood up and glanced at the Reclining Buddha: "It seems that your description of your friend is not quite correct... You told me before that he is a person who will never admit defeat, let alone He will not escape easily. In your eyes, he is a great hero who will never bow down even when he is defeated. Why is his performance so poor today?"
"I… "
"shameful."
The lying Buddha was stunned: "Are you fucking stupid..."
He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of white light appeared, then suddenly grew in size, forming a shock wave that hit An Zheng's purple lightning. The two forces were like two angry dragons that refused to obey the other, colliding with each other.
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
"No, you're throwing trash everywhere. It's shameful."
The reclining Buddha is sitting on a sedan chair carried by two people, still looking so lazy and greasy. He was holding a chicken drumstick in his hand, which was even greasier than him.
He stood up and walked out of the hall, Qingta Immortal Lord followed closely behind him, his head slightly lowered, showing extremely humility and respect.
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
"There are millions of people in one city."
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
But it is obvious that An Zheng's cultivation power is more than one level lower than that of the middle-aged man from the Divine Tribunal... Tang Xianxu is indeed much higher than An Zheng's cultivation level, and even he is not that guy's His opponent had his head cut off easily. How could An Zheng be able to defeat him
The man patted the basket on his left: "There happens to be an empty seat."
Zhuang Wuyan raised his hands with his palms facing the sky. A second later, a huge cyclone suddenly appeared in the sky, appearing suddenly. The size of this cyclone is almost the same as that of Yancheng. The cyclone is getting thicker and darker.
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
An Zheng said nothing.
"The humble people are still resisting."
However, An Zheng was missing.
An Zheng nodded and replied seriously: "Yes, for a chicken leg bone."
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
The man patted the basket on his left: "There happens to be an empty seat."
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
He suddenly moved, and instead of rushing towards the person from the Divine Tribunal, he rushed towards the Reclining Buddha. When the Reclining Buddha saw An Zheng coming toward him, instead of being afraid, he felt excited. His pupils were dilating, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
At this time, the impact of practice will be revealed. An Zheng has never been a lazy person in practice, and he is also a genius who can learn things quickly. When geniuses work harder than ordinary people, there will always be more and better gains.
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of white light appeared, then suddenly grew in size, forming a shock wave that hit An Zheng's purple lightning. The two forces were like two angry dragons that refused to obey the other, colliding with each other.
"Am I shameful? Why didn't you feel ashamed of yourself when you were chasing me? Now it's my turn to chase you. I found a helper, so I'm ashamed of myself?"
At the same time, in the Immortal Palace.
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
"The humble people are still resisting."
An Zheng learned from Fang Tanzhi the ability to sense the breath of all things in the world, and he was also able to integrate himself with all things in the world. He didn't actually go far, he was just behind the wall on one side of the street. He just completely blended his breath into nature. Behind the wall, the distance between him and the two powerful enemies was no more than ten meters. But neither of those two people could sense where An Zheng was, as if An Zheng had completely disappeared.
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
He stood up and walked out without any hesitation.
"There are millions of people in one city."
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
An Zheng pointed to the chicken leg bones on the ground: "Pick them up."
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
"interesting."
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
The middle-aged man sitting on the basket stood up and glanced at the Reclining Buddha: "It seems that your description of your friend is not quite correct... You told me before that he is a person who will never admit defeat, let alone He will not escape easily. In your eyes, he is a great hero who will never bow down even when he is defeated. Why is his performance so poor today?"
"Why aren't you surprised when you see me?"
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
Seeing the reclining Buddha fleeing in confusion, Zhuang Wuyan snorted disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit person fell into the fairy island..."
Qinglian turned back and glanced at Qingta Immortal Lord: "I dreamed that... an island fell down and landed in the human world. There was a person who couldn't see clearly and destroyed the immortal palace... Now you know why I would not hesitate to offend Zi Luo Did you? Because I’m sure he saw it too.”
"Your subjects will blame you... so will your father. He will hate you and blame you for why he destroyed such a paradise-like place he created with his own hands. Every brick in Yancheng has his Work hard."
At the same time, in the Immortal Palace.
Reclining Buddha looked a little embarrassed: "People... may always change, especially after changing the environment."
"interesting."
"So, are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?"
"Emperor said that everyone who falls on the Immortal Island is a disaster. Those who are willing to surrender will be kept to see the consequences, and those who cannot surrender will be eliminated. Although I don't know why Emperor Zun did this, but... Emperor Zun's words , who dares not to listen?”
Reclining Buddha leaned forward and looked down at An Zheng: "What do you think he would choose?"
"Your subjects will blame you... so will your father. He will hate you and blame you for why he destroyed such a paradise-like place he created with his own hands. Every brick in Yancheng has his Work hard."
Seeing the reclining Buddha fleeing in confusion, Zhuang Wuyan snorted disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit person fell into the fairy island..."
Seeing the reclining Buddha fleeing in confusion, Zhuang Wuyan snorted disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit person fell into the fairy island..."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let's go. You have just adapted to this era. If we really fight with him, you may not be sure to kill him, but I have... What I, Zhuang Wuyan, hate the most is the one I want to kill." People ran away from me, thinking they could escape. If they really fought me openly, I would kill them without giving them any pain, but An Zheng escaped... I can't get out of this place. City?"
"There are millions of people in one city."
But it is obvious that An Zheng's cultivation power is more than one level lower than that of the middle-aged man from the Divine Tribunal... Tang Xianxu is indeed much higher than An Zheng's cultivation level, and even he is not that guy's His opponent had his head cut off easily. How could An Zheng be able to defeat him
However, An Zheng was missing.
Such a arrogant person as Reclining Buddha actually turned around and walked away. He patted the shoulder of the man carrying the sedan chair: "Go quickly, go quickly."
"Why aren't you surprised when you see me?"
"interesting."
"Why aren't you surprised when you see me?"
Then he took action.
The extremely huge cyclone shrouded the sky above Yancheng with the power of destroying the heaven and earth. People who had already felt the danger coming walked out of their homes and raised their heads to look at the terrifying celestial phenomenon. Black dragons are coiled one after another, as if they are about to pounce down at any moment. But now, the one who is stopping these black dragons is Ning Xiaolou, who is upright and upright. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, transformed into a giant and held up a cyclone. This scene was extremely shocking.
"Give you a minute, you can't leave, you can't blame me."
Weiran Palace.
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
Zhuang Wuyan kicked away the basket beside him, and the heads inside rolled out, all over the floor. After hearing this, the reclining Buddha actually jumped down from the sedan chair and left as quickly as possible. Although he was not familiar with this world yet, he was at least familiar with the man named Zhuang Wuyan. Zhuang Wuyan was Chen Wunuo's instructor at the Tribunal of the One Hundred Thousand Mountain Gods. Chen Wunuo was dying from torture every day, and even if he couldn't get up the next day, he would not be able to escape the torture.
He stood up and walked out of the hall, Qingta Immortal Lord followed closely behind him, his head slightly lowered, showing extremely humility and respect.
But it is obvious that An Zheng's cultivation power is more than one level lower than that of the middle-aged man from the Divine Tribunal... Tang Xianxu is indeed much higher than An Zheng's cultivation level, and even he is not that guy's His opponent had his head cut off easily. How could An Zheng be able to defeat him
"Your Majesty, stop it!"
Seeing the reclining Buddha fleeing in confusion, Zhuang Wuyan snorted disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit person fell into the fairy island..."
"Why aren't you surprised when you see me?"
Weiran Palace.
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
"Give you a minute, you can't leave, you can't blame me."
"Holy shit...are you sick?"
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
An Zheng's body went straight to the Reclining Buddha like an arrow. The Reclining Buddha sitting on the sedan chair opened his arms at this moment, as if waiting for An Zheng to come and die. He even opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, like a dog that saw the bones flying over on its own, with saliva dripping from his tongue.
An Zheng's body went straight to the Reclining Buddha like an arrow. The Reclining Buddha sitting on the sedan chair opened his arms at this moment, as if waiting for An Zheng to come and die. He even opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, like a dog that saw the bones flying over on its own, with saliva dripping from his tongue.
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
Qingta Immortal Lord lowered his head: "I really don't understand."
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
He held up a finger and said, "I'm counting to one."
"Your subjects will blame you... so will your father. He will hate you and blame you for why he destroyed such a paradise-like place he created with his own hands. Every brick in Yancheng has his Work hard."
He uttered two words softly in his mouth, and his eyes sternly flashed.
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
The reclining Buddha gnawed clean the chicken legs in his hands and threw them on the ground.
"Your Majesty, stop it!"
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
Then he took action.
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
Zhuang Wuyan raised his hands with his palms facing the sky. A second later, a huge cyclone suddenly appeared in the sky, appearing suddenly. The size of this cyclone is almost the same as that of Yancheng. The cyclone is getting thicker and darker.
"Emperor said that everyone who falls on the Immortal Island is a disaster. Those who are willing to surrender will be kept to see the consequences, and those who cannot surrender will be eliminated. Although I don't know why Emperor Zun did this, but... Emperor Zun's words , who dares not to listen?”
"Your subjects will blame you... so will your father. He will hate you and blame you for why he destroyed such a paradise-like place he created with his own hands. Every brick in Yancheng has his Work hard."
"The humble people are still resisting."
Standing outside the main hall, there is a layer of clouds and mist at the end of the square.
[Shura]
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
Reclining Buddha sighed: "There is really no sense of accomplishment at all."
He uttered two words softly in his mouth, and his eyes sternly flashed.
Qinglian raised her head and glanced at him before asking.
An Zheng nodded and replied seriously: "Yes, for a chicken leg bone."
"Emperor said that everyone who falls on the Immortal Island is a disaster. Those who are willing to surrender will be kept to see the consequences, and those who cannot surrender will be eliminated. Although I don't know why Emperor Zun did this, but... Emperor Zun's words , who dares not to listen?”
Xu Shuiyi said as he walked out: "As a king, you are so cruel."
"shameful."
"Give you a minute, you can't leave, you can't blame me."
He stood up and walked out without any hesitation.
As his hand moved downward, black lightning suddenly struck down from the cyclone covering the entire Yan City in the sky. Each black lightning is like a world-destroying black dragon, roaring and rushing towards the earth.
Qinglian turned back and glanced at Qingta Immortal Lord: "I dreamed that... an island fell down and landed in the human world. There was a person who couldn't see clearly and destroyed the immortal palace... Now you know why I would not hesitate to offend Zi Luo Did you? Because I’m sure he saw it too.”
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
Weiran Palace.
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
The corners of Ning Xiaolou's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
He uttered two words softly in his mouth, and his eyes sternly flashed.
The moment the cyclone appeared, Ning Xiaolou's expression suddenly changed: "You guys have gone too far!"
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
An Zheng learned from Fang Tanzhi the ability to sense the breath of all things in the world, and he was also able to integrate himself with all things in the world. He didn't actually go far, he was just behind the wall on one side of the street. He just completely blended his breath into nature. Behind the wall, the distance between him and the two powerful enemies was no more than ten meters. But neither of those two people could sense where An Zheng was, as if An Zheng had completely disappeared.
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
But it is obvious that An Zheng's cultivation power is more than one level lower than that of the middle-aged man from the Divine Tribunal... Tang Xianxu is indeed much higher than An Zheng's cultivation level, and even he is not that guy's His opponent had his head cut off easily. How could An Zheng be able to defeat him
"shameful."
He stood up and walked out of the hall, Qingta Immortal Lord followed closely behind him, his head slightly lowered, showing extremely humility and respect.
Standing outside the main hall, there is a layer of clouds and mist at the end of the square.
But An Zheng did not rush towards him. The moment he was about to come into contact with the reclining Buddha, An Zheng's power of cultivation formed a line of purple lightning, which exploded behind him and headed straight for the person from the Divine Tribunal. The middle-aged man sitting on the basket also smiled when he saw this scene, with disdain in his eyes.
He stood up suddenly, his body transformed into a phantom and rose into the sky. His body became extremely huge, and he directly raised his hands to hold the cyclone.
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
"Why aren't you surprised when you see me?"
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
He uttered two words softly in his mouth, and his eyes sternly flashed.
An Zheng pressed against the wall, his heartbeat stopped. He didn't have any breath of a practitioner, not even the breath of a human being. He is the air, a part of nature.
"It's not too much. It's your own hesitation."
The corners of Ning Xiaolou's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.
He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of white light appeared, then suddenly grew in size, forming a shock wave that hit An Zheng's purple lightning. The two forces were like two angry dragons that refused to obey the other, colliding with each other.
Qinglian raised her head and glanced at him before asking.
"Am I shameful? Why didn't you feel ashamed of yourself when you were chasing me? Now it's my turn to chase you. I found a helper, so I'm ashamed of myself?"
He stood up and walked out of the hall, Qingta Immortal Lord followed closely behind him, his head slightly lowered, showing extremely humility and respect.
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
Ning Xiaolou's face looked a little ugly. Although he seemed to be still sitting there, the shadow was clearly unable to support the huge cyclone.
Ning Xiaolou's face looked a little ugly. Although he seemed to be still sitting there, the shadow was clearly unable to support the huge cyclone.
The first vice-president of Baisheng Academy, the weakest man in the Great Saint Realm, now only has one human head left, holding it in his hand like a melon vendor weighing a watermelon, and the murderer The person looked indifferent.
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
"It's not too much. It's your own hesitation."
He stood up and walked out without any hesitation.
Reclining Buddha sighed: "There is really no sense of accomplishment at all."
"The humble people are still resisting."
The man patted the basket on his left: "There happens to be an empty seat."
An Zheng pointed to the chicken leg bones on the ground: "Pick them up."
"I… "
At this time, the impact of practice will be revealed. An Zheng has never been a lazy person in practice, and he is also a genius who can learn things quickly. When geniuses work harder than ordinary people, there will always be more and better gains.
"Your Majesty, stop it!"
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
The man patted the basket on his left: "There happens to be an empty seat."
An Zheng's body went straight to the Reclining Buddha like an arrow. The Reclining Buddha sitting on the sedan chair opened his arms at this moment, as if waiting for An Zheng to come and die. He even opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, like a dog that saw the bones flying over on its own, with saliva dripping from his tongue.
Such a arrogant person as Reclining Buddha actually turned around and walked away. He patted the shoulder of the man carrying the sedan chair: "Go quickly, go quickly."
Ning Xiaolou's face looked a little ugly. Although he seemed to be still sitting there, the shadow was clearly unable to support the huge cyclone.
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
Qinglian turned back and glanced at Qingta Immortal Lord: "I dreamed that... an island fell down and landed in the human world. There was a person who couldn't see clearly and destroyed the immortal palace... Now you know why I would not hesitate to offend Zi Luo Did you? Because I’m sure he saw it too.”
"I… "
An Zheng's body went straight to the Reclining Buddha like an arrow. The Reclining Buddha sitting on the sedan chair opened his arms at this moment, as if waiting for An Zheng to come and die. He even opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, like a dog that saw the bones flying over on its own, with saliva dripping from his tongue.
"No, you're throwing trash everywhere. It's shameful."
"There are millions of people in one city."
Qinglian was silent for a while and then said: "Why do you think I went against Zi Luo? It's actually very simple. Zi Luo understands the power of time better than me. I don't believe it. He didn't predict what I predicted. Mortals are not afraid of nightmares. They are just afraid of nightmares. But I am afraid... I will not have nightmares for no reason."
"If he can do it by himself, then he is not An Zheng, a guy who never accepts his fate."
Seeing the reclining Buddha fleeing in confusion, Zhuang Wuyan snorted disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit person fell into the fairy island..."
Xu Shuiyi said as he walked out: "As a king, you are so cruel."
"Emperor, I... still don't understand. Those so-called people who fell to the fairy island are just a group of guys with low cultivation. For these people, you are not willing to have some conflicts with Emperor Ziluo. It seems..."
"Am I shameful? Why didn't you feel ashamed of yourself when you were chasing me? Now it's my turn to chase you. I found a helper, so I'm ashamed of myself?"
Such a arrogant person as Reclining Buddha actually turned around and walked away. He patted the shoulder of the man carrying the sedan chair: "Go quickly, go quickly."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let's go. You have just adapted to this era. If we really fight with him, you may not be sure to kill him, but I have... What I, Zhuang Wuyan, hate the most is the one I want to kill." People ran away from me, thinking they could escape. If they really fought me openly, I would kill them without giving them any pain, but An Zheng escaped... I can't get out of this place. City?"
"Your subjects will blame you... so will your father. He will hate you and blame you for why he destroyed such a paradise-like place he created with his own hands. Every brick in Yancheng has his Work hard."
Qingta Immortal Lord lowered his head: "I really don't understand."
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
Weiran Palace.
Qinglian was silent for a while and then said: "Why do you think I went against Zi Luo? It's actually very simple. Zi Luo understands the power of time better than me. I don't believe it. He didn't predict what I predicted. Mortals are not afraid of nightmares. They are just afraid of nightmares. But I am afraid... I will not have nightmares for no reason."
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
Qinglian raised her head and glanced at him before asking.
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
He stood up and walked out of the hall, Qingta Immortal Lord followed closely behind him, his head slightly lowered, showing extremely humility and respect.
"No, you're throwing trash everywhere. It's shameful."
The extremely huge cyclone shrouded the sky above Yancheng with the power of destroying the heaven and earth. People who had already felt the danger coming walked out of their homes and raised their heads to look at the terrifying celestial phenomenon. Black dragons are coiled one after another, as if they are about to pounce down at any moment. But now, the one who is stopping these black dragons is Ning Xiaolou, who is upright and upright. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, transformed into a giant and held up a cyclone. This scene was extremely shocking.
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
The reclining Buddha is sitting on a sedan chair carried by two people, still looking so lazy and greasy. He was holding a chicken drumstick in his hand, which was even greasier than him.
"Emperor said that everyone who falls on the Immortal Island is a disaster. Those who are willing to surrender will be kept to see the consequences, and those who cannot surrender will be eliminated. Although I don't know why Emperor Zun did this, but... Emperor Zun's words , who dares not to listen?”
"It's not too much. It's your own hesitation."
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
Qingta Immortal Lord lowered his head: "I really don't understand."
But An Zheng did not rush towards him. The moment he was about to come into contact with the reclining Buddha, An Zheng's power of cultivation formed a line of purple lightning, which exploded behind him and headed straight for the person from the Divine Tribunal. The middle-aged man sitting on the basket also smiled when he saw this scene, with disdain in his eyes.
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
The corners of Ning Xiaolou's mouth twitched, and his eyes were full of pain.
The extremely huge cyclone shrouded the sky above Yancheng with the power of destroying the heaven and earth. People who had already felt the danger coming walked out of their homes and raised their heads to look at the terrifying celestial phenomenon. Black dragons are coiled one after another, as if they are about to pounce down at any moment. But now, the one who is stopping these black dragons is Ning Xiaolou, who is upright and upright. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, transformed into a giant and held up a cyclone. This scene was extremely shocking.
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
Ning Xiaolou's face looked a little ugly. Although he seemed to be still sitting there, the shadow was clearly unable to support the huge cyclone.
An Zheng said nothing.
The extremely huge cyclone shrouded the sky above Yancheng with the power of destroying the heaven and earth. People who had already felt the danger coming walked out of their homes and raised their heads to look at the terrifying celestial phenomenon. Black dragons are coiled one after another, as if they are about to pounce down at any moment. But now, the one who is stopping these black dragons is Ning Xiaolou, who is upright and upright. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, transformed into a giant and held up a cyclone. This scene was extremely shocking.
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
An Zheng pointed to the chicken leg bones on the ground: "Pick them up."
"You haven't reached this level yet..."
Qingta Immortal Lord lowered his head: "I really don't understand."
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
"Your Majesty!"
"shameful."
Reclining Buddha looked a little embarrassed: "People... may always change, especially after changing the environment."
"Emperor said that everyone who falls on the Immortal Island is a disaster. Those who are willing to surrender will be kept to see the consequences, and those who cannot surrender will be eliminated. Although I don't know why Emperor Zun did this, but... Emperor Zun's words , who dares not to listen?”
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
Qinglian raised her head and glanced at him before asking.
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
Ning Xiaolou's face looked a little ugly. Although he seemed to be still sitting there, the shadow was clearly unable to support the huge cyclone.
"Your Majesty, stop it!"
"So, are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?"
Such a arrogant person as Reclining Buddha actually turned around and walked away. He patted the shoulder of the man carrying the sedan chair: "Go quickly, go quickly."
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
"Is life as sad as snow?"
An Zheng pointed to the chicken leg bones on the ground: "Pick them up."
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
"Your Majesty!"
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
At the same time, in the Immortal Palace.
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
He held up a finger and said, "I'm counting to one."
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
The first vice-president of Baisheng Academy, the weakest man in the Great Saint Realm, now only has one human head left, holding it in his hand like a melon vendor weighing a watermelon, and the murderer The person looked indifferent.
An Zheng suddenly said two words.
He stretched out his left hand, and a ball of white light appeared, then suddenly grew in size, forming a shock wave that hit An Zheng's purple lightning. The two forces were like two angry dragons that refused to obey the other, colliding with each other.
"shameful."
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
He stood up suddenly, his body transformed into a phantom and rose into the sky. His body became extremely huge, and he directly raised his hands to hold the cyclone.
A voice appeared behind An Zheng, and An Zheng frowned when he heard the voice. Because this voice is familiar to him, and it should be the voice of a dead person, who was sent to hell by his own hands.
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let's go. You have just adapted to this era. If we really fight with him, you may not be sure to kill him, but I have... What I, Zhuang Wuyan, hate the most is the one I want to kill." People ran away from me, thinking they could escape. If they really fought me openly, I would kill them without giving them any pain, but An Zheng escaped... I can't get out of this place. City?"
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
Weiran Palace.
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
"Emperor, I... still don't understand. Those so-called people who fell to the fairy island are just a group of guys with low cultivation. For these people, you are not willing to have some conflicts with Emperor Ziluo. It seems..."
"Give you a minute, you can't leave, you can't blame me."
Zhuang Wuyan kicked away the basket beside him, and the heads inside rolled out, all over the floor. After hearing this, the reclining Buddha actually jumped down from the sedan chair and left as quickly as possible. Although he was not familiar with this world yet, he was at least familiar with the man named Zhuang Wuyan. Zhuang Wuyan was Chen Wunuo's instructor at the Tribunal of the One Hundred Thousand Mountain Gods. Chen Wunuo was dying from torture every day, and even if he couldn't get up the next day, he would not be able to escape the torture.
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
He glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know if you can hear it. I'm warning you one last time. Come out and die in front of me. I won't torture you. If you don't come out, I will let this Yan City Everyone here will be buried with you."
"Doesn't it seem worth it?"
At this time, the impact of practice will be revealed. An Zheng has never been a lazy person in practice, and he is also a genius who can learn things quickly. When geniuses work harder than ordinary people, there will always be more and better gains.
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
He stood up and walked out without any hesitation.
"I haven't had a dream for a long time. Ever since I reached the True Immortal level, I won't have any more dreams, because I can control my thoughts and desires anytime and anywhere, and the dreams will never come back. But these days, I I have a nightmare almost every night... When you reach the emperor level, you will have the ability to predict. Speaking of it, the so-called prediction is the understanding of the power of time, and you can see some fragments of the future. "
Qinglian raised her head and glanced at him before asking.
The first vice-president of Baisheng Academy, the weakest man in the Great Saint Realm, now only has one human head left, holding it in his hand like a melon vendor weighing a watermelon, and the murderer The person looked indifferent.
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
An Zheng pointed to the chicken leg bones on the ground: "Pick them up."
[Shura]
Qingta Immortal Lord lowered his head: "I really don't understand."
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
"Your Majesty, stop it!"
He suddenly moved, and instead of rushing towards the person from the Divine Tribunal, he rushed towards the Reclining Buddha. When the Reclining Buddha saw An Zheng coming toward him, instead of being afraid, he felt excited. His pupils were dilating, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
Zhuang Wuyan kicked away the basket beside him, and the heads inside rolled out, all over the floor. After hearing this, the reclining Buddha actually jumped down from the sedan chair and left as quickly as possible. Although he was not familiar with this world yet, he was at least familiar with the man named Zhuang Wuyan. Zhuang Wuyan was Chen Wunuo's instructor at the Tribunal of the One Hundred Thousand Mountain Gods. Chen Wunuo was dying from torture every day, and even if he couldn't get up the next day, he would not be able to escape the torture.
[Shura]
"You haven't reached this level yet..."
An old man with white hair burst into tears, tears streaming down his withered face.
Then he took action.
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
Qinglian sighed, with some worry in her eyes. For a person like him, what could be more worrying than offending Immortal Emperor Ziluo? After all, the only person in this world who can threaten him is Zi Luo.
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
"Is life as sad as snow?"
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
"So, are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?"
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
"No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than the dean of your academy?"
Not to this level... These words are very hurtful. Qingta is already the Immortal Lord, the first person under the Immortal Emperor.
But the man with the sign of the Divine Tribunal laughed and laughed: "What a wonderful man, a cute little guy... Looking at his righteous look, it seems that he will fight you because you threw a piece of garbage everywhere. "
Xu Shuiyi said as he walked out: "As a king, you are so cruel."
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
Reclining Buddha sighed: "There is really no sense of accomplishment at all."
"So, are you going to do it yourself or should I do it?"
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
"I haven't had a dream for a long time. Ever since I reached the True Immortal level, I won't have any more dreams, because I can control my thoughts and desires anytime and anywhere, and the dreams will never come back. But these days, I I have a nightmare almost every night... When you reach the emperor level, you will have the ability to predict. Speaking of it, the so-called prediction is the understanding of the power of time, and you can see some fragments of the future. "
He held up a finger and said, "I'm counting to one."
"Emperor, I... still don't understand. Those so-called people who fell to the fairy island are just a group of guys with low cultivation. For these people, you are not willing to have some conflicts with Emperor Ziluo. It seems..."
He held up a finger and said, "I'm counting to one."
At this time, the impact of practice will be revealed. An Zheng has never been a lazy person in practice, and he is also a genius who can learn things quickly. When geniuses work harder than ordinary people, there will always be more and better gains.
The first vice-president of Baisheng Academy, the weakest man in the Great Saint Realm, now only has one human head left, holding it in his hand like a melon vendor weighing a watermelon, and the murderer The person looked indifferent.
Xu Xieyi, who was sitting opposite Ning Xiaolou, said with some regret: "Do you still choose to stand against us in the end? Just for a little person... The emperor said that although you have many rebellious and arrogant behaviors, he will still give you a Opportunity. But your choice today was wrong.”
"You haven't reached this level yet..."
"shameful."
Qinglian was silent for a while and then said: "Why do you think I went against Zi Luo? It's actually very simple. Zi Luo understands the power of time better than me. I don't believe it. He didn't predict what I predicted. Mortals are not afraid of nightmares. They are just afraid of nightmares. But I am afraid... I will not have nightmares for no reason."
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
One man knelt down, and then everyone in sight knelt down. They paid homage to Ning Xiaolou. In their lives, they had never believed so sincerely in that person who could protect their safety and their home.
He stood up and walked out of the hall, Qingta Immortal Lord followed closely behind him, his head slightly lowered, showing extremely humility and respect.
"The humble people are still resisting."
He suddenly moved, and instead of rushing towards the person from the Divine Tribunal, he rushed towards the Reclining Buddha. When the Reclining Buddha saw An Zheng coming toward him, instead of being afraid, he felt excited. His pupils were dilating, as if he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Emperor, I... still don't understand. Those so-called people who fell to the fairy island are just a group of guys with low cultivation. For these people, you are not willing to have some conflicts with Emperor Ziluo. It seems..."
Standing outside the main hall, there is a layer of clouds and mist at the end of the square.
Reclining Buddha sighed: "There is really no sense of accomplishment at all."
At this time, the impact of practice will be revealed. An Zheng has never been a lazy person in practice, and he is also a genius who can learn things quickly. When geniuses work harder than ordinary people, there will always be more and better gains.
"I… "
Qinglian raised her hand and waved, the clouds and fog cleared, and a picture appeared in the sky, which was Yancheng. Ning Xiaolou, dressed in white, seemed to be having more and more difficulty holding the huge cyclone.
Ning Xiaolou obviously hesitated, his face changing constantly.
But it is obvious that An Zheng's cultivation power is more than one level lower than that of the middle-aged man from the Divine Tribunal... Tang Xianxu is indeed much higher than An Zheng's cultivation level, and even he is not that guy's His opponent had his head cut off easily. How could An Zheng be able to defeat him
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let's go. You have just adapted to this era. If we really fight with him, you may not be sure to kill him, but I have... What I, Zhuang Wuyan, hate the most is the one I want to kill." People ran away from me, thinking they could escape. If they really fought me openly, I would kill them without giving them any pain, but An Zheng escaped... I can't get out of this place. City?"
An Zheng learned from Fang Tanzhi the ability to sense the breath of all things in the world, and he was also able to integrate himself with all things in the world. He didn't actually go far, he was just behind the wall on one side of the street. He just completely blended his breath into nature. Behind the wall, the distance between him and the two powerful enemies was no more than ten meters. But neither of those two people could sense where An Zheng was, as if An Zheng had completely disappeared.
He stood up and walked out of the hall, Qingta Immortal Lord followed closely behind him, his head slightly lowered, showing extremely humility and respect.
"If he can do it by himself, then he is not An Zheng, a guy who never accepts his fate."
"The humble people are still resisting."
Reclining Buddha sighed: "There is really no sense of accomplishment at all."
The middle-aged man sitting on the basket stood up and glanced at the Reclining Buddha: "It seems that your description of your friend is not quite correct... You told me before that he is a person who will never admit defeat, let alone He will not escape easily. In your eyes, he is a great hero who will never bow down even when he is defeated. Why is his performance so poor today?"
Reclining Buddha looked a little embarrassed: "People... may always change, especially after changing the environment."
Qinglian turned back and glanced at Qingta Immortal Lord: "I dreamed that... an island fell down and landed in the human world. There was a person who couldn't see clearly and destroyed the immortal palace... Now you know why I would not hesitate to offend Zi Luo Did you? Because I’m sure he saw it too.”
The reclining Buddha sat up straight and looked in the direction of Weiran Palace: "You seem to have a little time. I don't mind if you ask me some questions. Don't expect your backer named Ning Xiaolou to save you. He himself He may not be able to take care of himself. Someone is negotiating with him, and there is only one issue in the negotiation... Does he want your life or his own life? "
The reclining Buddha sat on the sedan chair, and the middle-aged man sat on the basket, watching helplessly as An Zheng disappeared.
Ning Xiaolou's face looked a little ugly. Although he seemed to be still sitting there, the shadow was clearly unable to support the huge cyclone.
Seeing the reclining Buddha fleeing in confusion, Zhuang Wuyan snorted disdainfully: "What kind of bullshit person fell into the fairy island..."
Qingta Immortal Lord stood next to the huge throne and glanced at Qinglian cautiously. He felt that he understood less and less the emperor who controlled life and death in the world. He looked at Qinglian and felt that she might be nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to destroy her, he would be gone in the next second.
Weiran Palace.