Jun Hao was murderous: "Nalan Tianxue, you should be damned!"

"It's too late! I've already sent the news to the Celestial Clan, and they will soon send someone over to deal with Jun Wuji, an evil seed that shouldn't exist!"

"Jun Hao, you'd better kill her now, otherwise the entire Central Empire will be buried for her!"

"And you!" Nalan Tianxue looked at the people present, "Do you want to give Jun Wuji a burial?" The Celestial Race has always been domineering, and there are ninety percent of the spiritual saint powerhouses in the world, once they make a personal move, who can be their opponent?"

These words successfully made everyone present panic.

Indeed, the strength of the Celestial Race is too terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that the Celestial Race is never reasonable!

They say that whoever they want to kill, they must be killed, and no one can stop it!

However, everyone looked at Jun Hao's gloomy face, how could they dare to say the words that would make him kill Jun Wuji?

Nalan Tianxue was clearly looking for death, but they didn't want to bury this stupid and greedy woman.

Just when everyone was worried, Jun Wuji suddenly sneered: "What about the Celestial Race, even if they don't come to me, I will go to them!"

If it weren't for the strange regulations of the Celestial Race, how could their family be forcibly separated?

Her mother would not be forced to leave her father when she was pregnant, and risk running to the low-level continent to give birth to her, and reluctantly handed her over to Su Xuan's care.

And as soon as she left, it was nearly fifteen years!

Tian Yuntong?

It turned out that her mother's name was Tian Yuntong.

After so many years, she even knew her biological mother's name.

And all of this is caused by the Celestial Race and Nalan Tianxue!

And her companion spirit fruit.

She's going to have to get it back!

However, is there so many Spirit Saint powerhouses in the Celestial Race?

That's a problem.

Nalan Tianxue looked at Jun Wuji resentfully: "Go to them? You are not very old, but your tone is not small! Do you think that the Heavenly Race will allow you to be presumptuous?"

Jun Wuji smiled: "Not only do I have a good tone, but I also have a lot of talent. You're right, I'm not very old. ”

"But at a young age, I am already at the peak of the Spirit Emperor's cultivation, and I am only one step away from being promoted to the Spirit Emperor, what kind of thing are you?

"What about the Celestial Race, you are afraid of them, it doesn't mean that I, Jun Wuji, am also afraid of them!"

Nalan Tianxue: "You-"

Jun Wuji snorted coldly, and slapped Nalan Tianxue in the face with a palm in the air: "Put away your eyes, or I will gouge out your eyes!"

"You said the Celestials were coming to kill me, so what? Do you think you'll be able to see that day?"

"Before that, I will let you see with your own eyes how the Nalan family and the Heavenly Medicine Palace are buried with you!"

Nalan Tianxue screamed in fright: "No-"

"Your Majesty!" Nalan Houde also became nervous, he stared at Jun Hao, "Does Your Majesty want to let this half-breed mess around?"

Jun Hao's eyes were gloomy: "What kind of thing are you, and dare to question my daughter's decision?"

Nalan Houde was horrified in his heart, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Your Majesty, don't forget, the Nalan family has a ninth-order alchemist!"

"Can't you refine a ninth-order alchemist who can't refine the best pill?" Jun Hao looked disdainful, "Remember, this is your own death." ”

What about the Nalan family?

In his eyes, even the entire Nalan family is not as good as a hair of his daughter.

Suddenly, a gloomy voice sounded: "Your Majesty really wants to be an enemy of my Nalan family?"