Moreover, the cultivators of the Upper Immortal Realm went, and they were obviously sent to death, and the one below could kill the powerhouse of the Upper Immortal Intermediate Realm.

Maybe only high-level powerhouses can deal with it.

It's a pity that now the barrier between the two realms is particularly strong, even if you have a boundary-breaking token in your hand, you can't send the powerhouse of the Immortal High-level realm down.

So for now, they can only stare dryly.

The Great Emperor was particularly angry, lost his temper, and finally calmed down a little under Shen Qiuhe's comfort.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, you have been the Great Emperor for hundreds of millions of years, and you have already completely fused with the will of the Heavenly Dao, not comparable to the hairy boy below, even if he successfully fuses the other half of the Heavenly Dao will, it is impossible for him to be your opponent, and after you go to the lower realm, you will definitely be able to get rid of him smoothly, and then the other half of the Heavenly Dao will naturally return to your hands." Shen Qiuhe hurriedly persuaded with a smile.

Before, for her, getting close to the Great Emperor was just a task assigned by the family, and sooner or later their Shen family would have new opportunities, and she would completely get rid of this man.

But now, the Shen family has failed, she can only stay with this man in peace, and she has to work hard to see if she can give birth to a child, so she can only plan for this man.

After listening to Shen Qiuhe's words, the emperor finally felt a little calmer.

But he has been high for many years, and no one is allowed to disobey him at all, otherwise he will die.

"That stinky boy in the Nether Realm actually went against this emperor, he deserves death, he is the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, right? After the emperor descends to the lower realm, he must destroy the entire Great Yan Dynasty with his own hands, and turn those people into ashes to vent the hatred in his heart. The Emperor said indifferently.

"There are a lot of people in the Nether Dynasty, hundreds of millions of people, is Your Majesty willing to do it?" Shen Qiuhe asked with a smile.

"It has nothing to do with us, what's there to be reluctant about? The upper and lower realms have been separated for so many years, and everyone is no longer the same kind of people, even if they want to kill all those people below, this emperor will definitely not blink an eye, but the will of heaven is against this, it's just that the time depends on the situation. After the emperor finished speaking, he kissed Shen Qiuhe on the face.

"Your Majesty......." Shen Qiuhe trembled all over, and leaned softly into the emperor's arms.

Shen Qiuhe is only in the upper middle range, but she is delicate and soft, and she will attract men, and even a romantic person like the emperor has fallen under his pomegranate skirt.

She has the best way to coax men.

The emperor's heart was hot, and he was going to carry her back to the palace.

"Your Majesty, my name is not right, it is better not to stay in the palace." Shen Qiuhe said in a trembling voice, although she said that she was leaving, her eyes were rippling, full of longing.

Seeing her like this, of course it was impossible for the emperor to let her leave, and took her back to his dormitory directly.

He decided to personally invite the emperor and queen to come out of the customs another day, and held the ceremony of accepting Shen Qiu and his concubine, so that this woman would be his person in the right name, and other men would not dare to think about it.

Since Shen Qiuhe came to his side, the Great Emperor finally realized why so many men in the upper realm were infatuated with Shen Qiuhe, this woman was so likable that she was born to be a man's confiner.

Because of Pei Jingxuan's strength, the emperor had no choice but to think about fighting with Pei Jingxuan in the end.

In the emperor's heart, Pei Jingxuan was naturally not his opponent, and Pei Jingxuan did not take the emperor too seriously.

Your Majesty, crushing to death is not considered a work-related injury