Luo Geng sat in his position, a beautiful maid beside him served beside him, compared to yesterday, there was more mature charm, Luo Geng's eyes were lewd, and after he was on the rise, even the emperor was respectful to him, which made his self-confidence burst, and his words were not as respectful as before, but a little anti-customer-oriented.

"Your Majesty, why should you worry, soldiers blessed with the power of these gods, catching a few people is just a matter of hand!"

Luo Geng looked at the witch king with a sad face, said indifferently, and secretly touched the back of the maid with one hand, and began to massage her.

Suddenly, Luo Geng's qi and blood surged, and it seemed that an invisible terrifying force swept over, like a big hand pinching his heart, making him breathless.

"Poof!"

Luo Geng's face turned from blue to white, and then from white to red, a mouthful of black blood spit out, filthy the white tiger blanket on the ground, kneeling on the ground and panting, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down to the ground.

Seeing this, the witch king hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, and asked with concern, "What happened to you?" ”

Luo Geng laboriously wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, the hundreds of soldiers I cast the spell are all dead, and there is a terrifying master who trembles my soul along the spell!" If it weren't for the fact that I still have a secret treasure to protect my body, I would have died without a place to bury! ”

After speaking, he took out a piece of black jade pendant from his arms, and turned into ashes and dissipated in front of everyone's eyes.

Luo Geng adjusted his breath and asked the witch king: "Your Majesty, I remember that these people went to invite the princess back to the palace, and since they are dead, then it should be the man named Xu Le who made the shot!" ”

"Divine envoy, I instructed these subordinates to bring the princess back, I don't know how they practiced!"

The Witch King sneered, he was just a mortal, he had no cultivation talent, he only knew the strength of the Moon Worship Sect Master, but he still had no specific concept of how powerful he was.

It's like a programmer and an ordinary person saying that it's hard to learn C language or something like that, and generally they will only have a difficult impression, and they don't know how difficult it is.

Yesterday, after inviting Lin Qing'er's mother and daughter back to the palace for a closed dinner, the Witch King met the divine envoy, and with his help, he strengthened hundreds of soldiers into black blood warriors, all of whom were able to lift hundreds of pounds of heavy objects, and one to ten, hundreds of people rushed into battle together, enough to kill the army of thousands of people, which made his already suppressed ambition begin to flourish.

The puppet emperor feels uncomfortable, he is controlled by others everywhere, and if he wants to implement a decree, he must obtain the consent of the moon worship master, he has had enough of this kind of day of looking at people's faces!

So he wanted people to bring Zhao Ling'er back, and then use the people to blackmail Zhao Ling'er, so as to drive Xu Le and the Moon Worship Sect Master to lose both, and he profited from it!

But imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel!

"What should I do now, then?"

The Witch King thought of Xu Le's eyes that were high up and regarded him as an ant, and subconsciously clenched his fists, but thinking of what Elder Shi said, this person could compete with the Moon Worship Sect Master, which made him a little worried.

The divine envoy looked at the cowardly Witch King with disdain in his heart, but his face still showed a respectful look, "Your Majesty don't worry, the Witch King is a person blessed by the gods, as long as he dares to come, I can let him come and go!" ”

The Witch King thought of the divine power displayed by the gods before, fixed his mind, and smiled calmly.

"Oh, why is there no return, let me see!"

Just as the two were laughing and talking, a voice sounded in the room, Xu Le stood at the door and looked at the two guys who were touting each other, and said lightly.

"Oracle, that's him!"

The Witch King slid from the stool to the ground, his legs weak and weak, and said with a shudder.

The divine envoy was shocked in his heart, and when he saw Xu Le with playful eyes, he threw out a spell casually, and his left hand wanted to reach into his arms at a lightning speed.

"Oh, what is this!"

The guy known as the divine messenger just touched the hole card in his arms, and a cold touch suddenly appeared on his scalp, and before he could react, Xu Le held a hand on the top of his head and lifted him up! His scalp seemed to be tightly locked, and he couldn't help but die!

Click!

The skull is the hardest part of the human body, and even here it makes an overwhelming sound, which shows its great strength!

The oracle reluctantly opened his eyes and said with difficulty, "Let me go!" ”

"Okay!"

Xu Le happily agreed, and the hand on the top of his head slowly let go, and a relieved smile appeared on his face, but he pretended to be a flattering smile on his face, but he kept cursing in his heart, and his flattering eyes could not hide the resentment in it.

Bang dang!

Xu Le threw him aside like garbage, looking at the trembling Witch King on the side, Shen Nian began to scan his body, but after several tests, he didn't find anything, so he opened the Eye of Heavenly Dao.

Sure enough, he found a white light in his head, and the faint soft light affected his mind, this is the so-called mentally handicapped aura, but it is a weakened version.

Otherwise, with the witch king's forbearance for so many years, how could he be eager to vent his ambitions as soon as he got the strength, which was obviously inconsistent with his scheming, so Xu Le knew that someone must be making trouble in secret!

After knowing who was making trouble, Xu Le slapped his hand casually and broke the Witch King's whole body, he is not a person who will be bullied by others and greet him with a smile, let alone give him a lesson!

After dealing with it, Xu Le didn't want to tear his face with Nuwa, and when he was about to leave, a terrifying aura came from behind him, and after fluctuating for a while, he grabbed him with a huge palm covering the sky and the sun!

In the center of his palm, Luo Geng's eyes were red, and he roared wildly, his body erupted with a powerful force that obviously did not belong to him, creating this big hand, enduring the pain of tearing tendons and veins, and roared at Xu Le: "I want you to die!" ”

With his madness, the golden light skyrocketed, the power of the big hand became more and more fierce, and the aura of destruction permeated.

Xu Le's figure flashed, and his huge palm slapped down suddenly, turning half of the palace into ruins!

Fortunately, in order to entertain this so-called divine envoy, the witch king has ordered most of the palace maids not to approach, and only a few henchmen are in charge of guarding, so there are not many deaths, but many people are injured by rubble!

The Witch King, who was in the middle of the palace, was slapped into a pile of meat sauce by his palm, and his palace was reduced to ruins.

Xu Le's figure flashed in mid-air, and in the face of this situation, he suddenly wanted to chant a poem: "Your wife and daughter, I raise it myself, don't worry about it!" ”

It's so wet~It's so wet~

After all, the witch king's daughter and wife seem to be by his side now, so reading this sentence can be regarded as a timely situation, Xu Le can't help but admire his profound literary skills!

But these are all off-topic, after Xu Le recited the poem, his figure flickered again and came to the lake.