Here, it's not that you can get your wish if you want to do it or not, young man. Zhu Huan raised his hands and looked at Di Wei proudly: "The whole world is a widow, born as a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, I want you to serve, and I can't allow you to refuse!"

The corners of Di Xiao's mouth were indifferent, and his right hand pointed at Zhu Huan, who was the son of the great tomorrow, and Yama Luo was like a marionette between the two, drawing his sword with his backhand, and Yama Luo was also drawing his sword, and a knife full of cold and evil aura was caught in his hand.

It turns out that Hongming is in your hands.

What about in my hands, this palace Yama, why do you need others to chew your tongue? Not only is this evil knife as famous as Xuanyuan in my hands, but the three blades of dragon teeth, tiger wings, and dog gods are also in my knife box, and the son of heaven in the underworld does not kill, and if he kills, he will mourn heaven and earth.

Yama laughed wildly, the evil in the world is all in my box, for my use!

Zhu Huan's pupils constricted, stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips, it was the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven, and he couldn't suppress the monstrous aura of this sword and sword, he suddenly changed his mind - if the two divine weapons entered the ancestral temple, just one Di Wei, wouldn't it be a peerless Tianjiao who had to be obtained?

Black python.

Emperor Ming Wu's lips opened and closed and spit out two words, and countless black giant snakes under his feet spit out letters, and stood up with the front half of his body gloomy, staring at the black and monstrous figure, quite afraid of the knife.

I saw that the one-armed man's right foot was twisted, and the marble paving Weiyang Palace was actually trampled on a piece, and the spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions, even if it was the three giants of the world's holy land, Han Fairy, Lin Tianlong and Li Qiang, they had to say in front of him: "What brute force!" Under the stone slab was the pouring of stainless steel, which of the martial artists present was not amazing, and it was clear that he stepped on the broken stone slab at the same time as he stepped on the steel and fell apart!

"Hahahaha, good, good, good!" Emperor Ming Wu laughed wildly three times, this reckless man is clearly a fierce general with an appetite.

didn't care about the dignity and humility, Zhu Huan rolled up his sleeves and rose into the air, the thirteen black snakes knotted behind him roared, and together with the first nine giant pythons, they pounced on Di Wei at the same time, obviously fighting with brute force, this reckless emperor, even if he was a dragon, he still couldn't change the rough nature flowing in his bones!

Di Wei's expression was hideous, and the tyranny for no reason suddenly disturbed the originally calm heart, and a cruel roar rushed out of his throat, like a wolf howl, and like a dragon's groan.

The huge blood banner floated behind Yama, and on Di Wei's back, Huanghuang's millions of blood debts were like candles, pressing on Di Wei's spine, pressing on the entire Weiyang Palace, and pressing the entire Taiheng Zheng Realm, which was oppression, sin, motivation and the source of strength.

"Sin, sin, if it weren't for you to survive to this day, you would be the biggest life-reelling ghost under my hands. Yan Luo looked back at Di Wei with appreciation, this guy is really the slaughter of the people of the world who is destined to return, just one guts, one momentum, even the vast army of millions can be handled calmly in front of him, but he is a killing embryo.

But don't kill.

Di Wei abandoned the sword and stepped forward, facing the Ming Wu Emperor Zhu Huan face to face only three inches away, the two of them looked at each other motionlessly, and they were stranded in mid-air, there were two phantoms running out from the center of the eyebrows, and the strong light continued to break out in the air, Di Xiao's body still did not retreat, allowing the scarlet blood stains to slide from the corners of his mouth, and he didn't open his eyes, because there were too many things in his eyes, and he couldn't hold this world anymore.

"Wouldn't it be beautiful to come under my command and be a protector of the king in all directions!" Zhu Huan fought this battle heartily, and he didn't care about the difference between dignity and inferiority, and he didn't care about the front and back, that is, he wanted to use brute force to subdue this one-armed man who seemed to be unruly but more humble than his life.

He didn't even care that he lost an arm, and he wasn't even afraid of the vicious sarcasm of the world's scholars laughing at "the country is not going to be the country" and "the foreign surname Wang", just to ask this Tianyang Mountain calf who refused to open his eyes to see his Tianzi Longyan to have a dragon and phoenix that others dream of!

Di Wei didn't say a word, although the phantom had sound arms, it was still quite immature, and it was no match for the young and powerful Great Tomorrow, but it was hit hard again and again, roaring again and again, and gradually there was the sound of a dragon's groan.

Among the ministers, an old minister raised his eyebrows, stepped out of the column and threw out a seal: "Your Majesty, this evil dragon can't be kept!"

Zhu Huan's eyes were gloomy and he glanced at the palm print, and a black snake shot out like lightning, holding the Fu Long Seal and slamming it on Di Wei himself, this guy clearly has a true dragon life, even if it is a wild Jiao, it is also a sinister seed that can gnaw at the dragon vein of the Ming Dynasty.

Di Xiao's eyes suddenly oozed blood, his body suddenly fell from the air, and he fell into the ground of Weiyang Palace four feet, a pair of eyes covered with blood without pupils stared at Emperor Ming Wu, in his opinion, it was a black dragon with monstrous demons.

"In this life, blood armor will not turn into a dragon!" Seven words, one by one imprinted on the hearts of everyone on the spot, dripping with blood and light rushed to the sky, the angry dragon roar continued to shatter in the blood light, and finally turned into a roar of the majestic mountains and rivers and the yin wind, the dragon horns fell off by themselves, the dragon scales peeled off, the four claws were broken out of thin air, the facial bones were violently smoothed, no one knew what it was, only to see a golden light slashing at the blood curtain, a fiery red lark continued to cry, without the peerless power of Fu Longyin to cut the heavens and the earth, a heavenly jealous beast was cut off by the deity, and the dragon turned into a python, resentful。

If you don't regret it, why do you suffer.

The black shadow finally appeared in front of Yama, and one by one kowtowed, slowly picking up the fallen dragon scales and dragon horns, dragon toe dragon balls.

"I want to live this life, don't kill!" was another seven words, which provoked the black shadow to be furious.

Rubbish!

Idiot!

It's useless!

Another day, Haoyang outside Weiyang Palace was in the sky, but it was suddenly covered by black clouds, lightning and thunder, three-foot white bones grew outward, and a dry face was very hideous.

"Borrow my dragon teeth, tiger wings, and dog gods, and I will definitely turn this frustrated bone into ashes and relegate it to the Nine Shadows!" The black shadow roared, and Yama's heart sank, and the box hidden under his sleeve robe actually rioted with this person's long roar, and the three evil swords were launched in unison, wanting to break away from Yama's millions of years of suppression and fall into the hands of others.

Who are you that dare to die before this seat?

Yan Luo smirked and slapped his palm at the black smoke that gave birth to Sensen's white bone spurs.

"I followed him to fight for 100,000 years, watched him rise, watched him fall, you are a ghost, dare to ask him to bow down to the sky, and want him to be a real dragon as a ghost?"

Immortals fight, immortals fight, Han Tao covered his face and sighed, two Chaos Sons, one of the Acquired Gods, what kind of place do you take this Temple of the Son of Heaven in the world as a place to go and let it go?

Yama and Shura argued, and poor Di Wei, who was bleeding blood and tears, stood in the middle of the storm, just muttering in a low voice.

Carry it straight to nine thousand miles, and the blood armor will not turn into a dragon in this life.