Towering as a mountain.

It seems to be able to swallow the world in the Nantian Gate.

Except for the clouds and mist, spreading everywhere, there is nothing to be seen, except white, only white, as if in the silence of the universe.

It's full of boring atmosphere.

in the air.

There is even a slight chill, ordinary people, if they stay here for a second, they are afraid that the next moment, they will become a hard popsicle.

Even for monks.

They may not be able to stand the cold inside, they are completely aimed at the state of mind, and they are torturing people's willpower all the time.

And in the depths.

A white robe with hands on his back, like an immortal sky, indifferent, deep as an abyss, has been quietly looking ahead, and his eyes have never shaken at all.

In front of this white robe.

She is a girl sitting cross-legged in mid-air, with slightly closed eyes, wearing a purple dress, with a pair of willow-like eyes, thin lips like jade, long hair draped over her shoulders, and a slightly cold face.

The girl is all around.

They were all filled with a faint divine aura, and in a flash, they turned into nothingness again, and the next moment, they suddenly exuded an incomparably vicissitudes of time breath, permeating the whole body.

It's like wading through time.

A girl's face.

From the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl, she soon became a tall girl, with a cold face, a purple skirt on her body, and a little unbearable girl's delicate body, and foreign objects on her chest were exposed a little.

But even so.

The white dress in front of her, her eyes never blinked, and she was still so calm.

The next moment.

The appearance of the cold girl in front of her has changed again, her hair is all white, and her face is full of wrinkles, but in an instant, she has returned to her original appearance.

For Chu Lingxiao.

If he wants a person to become a strong among monks in an instant, it is just something he can do casually.

Even if it is a mortal who has no cultivation, he can make the other party become an emperor of any level.

But do it.

But he will never be able to become the king of the same rank.

Except for Ruchen Jiannan.

Such a cosmic-level Tianjiao and talented monk, otherwise, forcibly improving the other party's realm will only have the result of pulling out the seedlings and helping them grow, and for looking forward to the entire universe, then you really don't have to think about it anymore.

Five years.

An Qianmeng has really faded from childishness.

Although she is only sixteen years old, her cold face has already given her the appearance of a beauty, and most importantly, she already has a trace of noble temperament, which belongs to the sacred aura of the godless.

Chu Lingxiao put his hands behind his back, as always, his eyes were calm and calm, his breath was like still water, far-reaching, and cold, as if he was like this, standing in front of An Qianmeng, he had been standing for five years.

The reason why he chose An Qianmeng.

As the new Lord of Heavenly Court, one of the main reasons is that An Qianmeng is the previous Lord of Heavenly Court, Haotian, who was transformed by a drop of essence blood before he died, from another aspect.

An Qianmeng.

It is Haotian who is alive!

Empty.

Deep in the cold Nantianmen.

Suddenly.

On and off.

There was a trembling sound.

"Lord...... Master, I ...... I'm cold. ”

I saw that behind Chu Lingxiao, Long Bingyao, who was wearing a green robe, was also sitting there cross-legged.

However, since she was not like An Qianmeng, who was being self-styled by Chu Lingxiao, she couldn't feel the incomparably cold aura here at all.

But Long Bingyao has been here for five years, and it is not until today that she finally can't support it anymore.

The delicate body trembled.

That pretty face was no longer bloodless, his eyes were weak, and he looked up with a face full of grievances, looking at Chu Lingxiao with his back to him.

She's kind of overestimating herself.

I thought that in five years, my cultivation had also been greatly improved here, and I directly stepped into the peak of the Ancient King Realm, stepped on the Heavenly Emperor Law, and also cultivated to the fifth layer, and I vaguely felt a trace of the Emperor Realm.

But I didn't expect it.

A monk of her level could only withstand the cold here for only five years, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Lord...... ...... hosts"

Long Bingyao opened her mouth, wanting Chu Lingxiao to dispel the cold for her, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Chu Lingxiao's faint voice.

"If you can't hold on, you can go out first. ”

But after Long Bingyao listened.

I was even more aggrieved in my heart.

A trace of tears couldn't help but appear in her beautiful eyes.

"Lord...... Master, I obviously want to accompany you......"

She felt that Chu Lingxiao was saying that she was useless, and she couldn't help but sit up cross-legged again, striving with all her strength, using all the mana of her body, and continuing to resist the cold.

But.

It was just a few seconds later.

I felt the cold penetrate deep into my bone marrow, and the mana left in my body was not enough to resist the endless cold.

But looking at Chu Lingxiao, who was still facing away from him and didn't seem to care at all, Long Bingyao felt even more uncomfortable in her heart, and the grievances in her heart almost couldn't help it all of a sudden, and she cried completely.

But it's the next moment.

Feel only the body.

There was a warmth that she had never felt before, slowly flowing into every corner of her body, so that she almost couldn't help but open her mouth and moan softly.

"From now on, you don't need to practice anymore to step on the Heaven Emperor Method, this set is your Universe Dragon Clan Ancestral Method, you will practice this in the future. ”

A faint voice.

The moment that echoed in Long Bingyao's ears, suddenly in her mind, there was a stage of immortal cultivation method that was hundreds of times stronger than the Heavenly Emperor Method.

But at this moment, Long Bingyao.

The beautiful eyes that looked at Chu Lingxiao were even more stupid.

The whole land of the East.

Since five years ago, the new Lord of Heaven was announced, succeeded by An Qianmeng, who was only eleven years old.

Discussion about An Qianmeng.

It never stopped.

It is even more at the time when today's young monks are getting stronger and stronger, and the voices of discussion are more ironic.

It's not just the world below.

In the hearts of the immortals of the Heavenly Court, there are also quite a few complaints.

But no one dared to say.

Because behind An Qianmeng, there was Chu Lingxiao standing......

But at this moment.

Nantianmen, which had been silent for five years, suddenly came out of it with a faint word, and suddenly, like a huge gust of wind, suddenly swept down.

The sound is soft.

It's small.

But it shook more than any drum in the world.

In a flash.

The entire sky reverberated with this voice, and the startling voices disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"As an emperor, when you are the enemy of the world, can you understand?"

Mumble!

This moment.

Countless people's frightened hair stood up, and they all swallowed a mouthful of saliva, because they all knew who the owner of this voice was, and those who were still talking just now directly covered their mouths in fright, their faces full of panic, for fear that what they had just said would be uneasy to hear.

This moment.

There was silence on the eastern ground.

Everyone, staring at the direction of Nantianmen, didn't dare to make a sound at all.

No one expected it.

After five years of silence, there will suddenly be movement today!

"As an emperor, when you are the enemy of the world, can you understand?"

It's still the same sentence.

But it made the world below, and even all the immortals of the Heavenly Court, tremble slightly, as if a heart, raised their throats, and they all looked at Nantianmen blankly.

And in the south of China, Feng Jiuxiao in that manor.

But he looked in the direction of Nantianmen.

Beautiful eyes.

There was a slight hint of confusion, as if this sentence suddenly evoked some memories for her.

300,000 years ago.

Above the dazzling Milky Way.

The white dress, with his hands behind his back, asked her the same in front of him.

"As an emperor, when you are the enemy of the world, can you understand?"

This moment.

Two people, two completely different figures, two places, but at this moment, they spoke at the same time.

Just two words.

"Understood. ”

But only see.

This moment.

Under the trembling gaze of countless Daodao, the majestic Nantianmen, thousands of golden lights emerged, and in it, a trace of imperial power was diffused.

The next moment.

After the faint voice fell, there was no longer a little doubt about An Qianmeng in the entire East, only respect and trembling from the heart.

"From now on, you will no longer be called An Qianmeng, from now on, you will only have one name, Empress An Hong!"