The appearance of several people immediately made the atmosphere awkward, and the young man who didn't choose to say anything could have anyone but the king's power.

The low-level monks rashly mixed with the high-level battles, which was tantamount to sending them to death in vain, the old man had already accepted his fate, and did not want these juniors to follow the funeral, and was just about to open his mouth to order them to leave, when he saw the king's power wave his hand and said:

"Brothers, the wind is blowing."

After saying that, he turned around and left first, and the rest of the people were stunned for a moment, and then followed his steps and fled quickly.

The old man has lived for such a long time, and it is the first time he has seen such a shameless guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and the key party is still the disciple of the Immortal Emperor, this kind of monk is simply a shame for the three immortals.

The old man made a decision immediately, pretending to be anxious and said:

"Senior Nephew Zhao, run away, as the Holy Son of the Three Immortal Islands, you must protect yourself."

Hearing the shouts from behind, Wang Quanquan still kept walking, and said as he ran:

"And who is the old guy talking to?"

"Of course it's you, how can we have someone else surnamed Zhao?"

"What kind of play is the 'Holy Son' he is talking about?"

Just when he was puzzled, a touch of red suddenly flashed next to him, and before a few people could react, the figure of Wang Quanquan had disappeared, and he disappeared with the moonlight, the sea and the food.

In the distance, the old man touched his neck with a little fear, and after making sure that there was no rope sleeve, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said to himself:

"Senior nephew, senior nephew, don't blame the old man for being ruthless, I will definitely tell the Immortal Emperor when I go back, and spread your heroic deeds to the Three Realms."

……

Wang Quanquan was carried through the cracks in space by the red mist, and the ghosts and wolves in his ears kept howling, and the noise made him have a headache.

After a while, there was silence again, and he looked around and found himself in a strange starry sky.

Until now, his mind was still confused, and those three philosophical questions were perfectly suited to the current situation: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where are you going?

"You are the Holy Son of the Three Immortal Realms?" The cold voice sounded in his ears, startling him.

"Senior, did you catch the wrong person?" The king squeezed out a smile.

When the woman heard this, sharp nails appeared on her ten fingers visibly with the naked eye, and her voice said without the slightest emotion:

"Wasting a lot of my energy, it's a fake, killing you."

Seeing this, the three people next to them immediately put on a posture as if they were facing a great enemy, and Wang Quanquan's eyes were vague to stop them, and then he patted his forehead and said suddenly:

"Look at my brain, not long ago, the sect Xiaobi Immortal Emperor did mention it, and he was busy counting the rewards at the time, so he forgot about it."

The woman stepped forward and looked at her body several times, if it weren't for the fact that her nails had not been withdrawn, Wang Quanquan would definitely put her hands together and pretend to say "Female donor, please respect yourself".

After a moment, Ning Ji withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the others:

"The three of you defected to the Yang Cang Realm, will you go back with me for trial, or will you die here now?"

The three of them looked at the king's authority in unison, and the latter rarely fought for righteousness:

"I'm afraid the fairy has misunderstood, I'm not familiar with them, and the fight was very lively before."

"Whether you are a traitor or not is not your own word, this matter will be decided by Emperor Yang."

"Then don't pestle, let's go quickly." When the king heard this, he behaved more anxiously than the other party.

"That's how you want to die?"

"Don't hide it from the seniors, the younger generations once looked at the back of the Emperor Yang from a distance outside the Lingmen, and the upright posture is still unforgettable, and now I can't wait to see his old man again."

The woman frowned slightly when she heard this, and said in her heart How could the Holy Son of the Three Immortal Realms be such a thing, she shouldn't be deceived by that old thing, right?

The matter of the Holy Son is very important, even if she knows that it is fake, she has to give it a fight, and the other party's qualifications are good, that old guy has lived for thousands of years, so he will not spoil a good seedling for his own survival, right?

Wang Quanquan looked like a dog with a smile on his face, but in fact, he had already greeted the eight generations of ancestors of the Great Elder in his heart, and he was now sure that the old bastard was greedy for life and afraid of death, so he sold himself, and he really lived to be a dog.

He didn't dare to tell the truth, look at the woman's posture, if he wasn't the bullshit "Holy Son", he wouldn't be able to be skinned.

When she was racking her brains to think about countermeasures, a rope sleeve quietly appeared around her neck, and the woman couldn't help but say a rope pull:

"Let's go, follow me back to the imperial court to see the king."

This is somewhat humiliating, the king has a temper, and his feet are rooted and he stiffens his neck and says:

"If you don't leave, my dignified son, how can I be led by you like a dog?"

"It's okay if you don't leave, I can detain your soul and make a difference."

As soon as the woman's hand struggled, the rope glowed with a faint blue light, and Wang Quanquan felt that his body suddenly became lighter, and when he turned back, he found that his body was lying on the ground with his eyes rolled, as if he had been out of his body.

"Seniors spare their lives, I'll go, I'll go."

In the deep sky, a group of people walked eastward, at the forefront, carried by four netherworld people with white faces like paper, behind the sedan chair, three people were tied with ropes, only one was strangled like a dog, and if his movements were a little slower, he would be pulled by the rope.

On the eastern battlefield, everyone had not yet recovered from the sudden disappearance of the king's authority, and when they saw the Great Elder coming over, Yao Lu hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"Elder, the one surnamed Zhao was taken away by the demon girl, let's hurry up and save him."

The old man shook his head with regret on his face, "It's too late, Ning Ji is a thousand-year-old ghost, specializing in sucking the blood of strong men, if her mind is not strong, she will be sucked dry in less than a moment." ”

When the woman heard this, her eyes immediately turned red, and she muttered:

"It's over, this bastard can't resist the temptation."

The others also stepped forward, and said comforting words with sad faces:

"At best, Zhao Daoyou shouldn't be too painful before he dies."

"I just hate him for dying too comfortably." Yao Lu whispered.

……

On the other side, Zhao Shuquan has been defeated by his opponent, and there is no rule to follow in the twelve layers of stars in Di Xin's hands, each sword seems to be random, but it can always burst out with the power to tear the starry sky, even if Zhao Jianshen, who has been immersed in the way of the sword for hundreds of years, he can't comprehend the slightest essence.

The sword is divided into three classes, including the sword of the Son of Heaven, the sword of the princes, and the sword of the Shuren.

The sword of the Son of Heaven, cast in the world, the four seasons of yin and yang, with five elements and eight directions, this sword is used, Kuang princes, the world serves.

Shuren sword, cast with its own body, is nothing more than internal organs, muscles, bones, skin and flesh, this sword out, a moment of bravery.

Seeing him frowning and silent, Di Xin said proudly:

"To one person, he is the emperor of the Great Shang, and he has six hundred years of national fortune, how can you imitate it?"

Zhao Shuquan only realized at this moment that he had practiced the wrong sword from the beginning, and he was a scholar, but he had used the Son of Heaven Sword for hundreds of years, even if his qualifications were high, he was destined to be unable to surpass the real Son of Heaven in this life.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged man suddenly laughed, and he, who had always been gentle and elegant, laughed extremely crazy at the moment.

Seeing this, Di Xin frowned and stopped his sword:

"Now you still have a chance to build a kingdom and let the people support ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party:

"Zhao Shuquan is a literati, and he is only a literati in this life, and the Taibai Immortal Emperor once intended to give him his money, but he was rejected because it was not Zhao Shuquan's sword. Now, I also give this sentence to my predecessors. ”

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(End of chapter)