A vast ocean!

The emperor carried a long knife on his back, followed by twelve disciplesi^

There was a huge dark cloud in the sky, and countless thunderbolts were shining violently in the dark clouds, but at this moment, this dark cloud had been divided into two halves, and a little sword qi could be seen in the place where the two halves were separated.

"Congratulations to the Master, slash the Heavenly Tribulation and achieve the Ancestral Immortal!" the disciples immediately said.

"Do you see it clearly? The blade is unstoppable, the knife is intent, everything can be cut open, remember, it's everything!" the emperor said in a deep voice to the disciples.

"Yes!" the disciples nodded immediately.

But there was still some rejection in the hearts of the disciples, after all, who could be as fierce as the master? Heavenly Dao, that is the Heavenly Dao, if you are in line with the Heavenly Dao, there is no flaw at all, because of the Gu Immortals, no one can break the Heavenly Dao, according to the current cultivators, an ancestral immortal who is in line with the Heavenly Dao can beat a thousand Gu Immortals.

However, in front of the Heavenly Hall that day, the master was stunned and slashed the Heavenly Dao with a knife. It's a vertical chop, it's not a hole.

The emperor seemed to see everyone's thoughts.

"You are all picked out by me, you all have natural bones, there are no natural strong, only weak people who don't work hard, although you are talented, but you can't be slack!" said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the disciples replied.

"Immediately follow me to the Inner North Continent, the thirty-six territories, challenge one by one, challenge all the sects, challenge all the kingdoms!" the emperor said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

"It seems that the east side of the Inner North Continent is the Great Zhen Holy Court, and the north side is the North Outer Continent of the Netherworld, and Yan Zizai has set up a dojo there?" said a female disciple.

"Yan Zizai!" the emperor's eyes narrowed, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, the disciple got the news that Yan Zizai has occupied ten territories in the northern outer continent of the underworld, and each territory has set up a temple! Ten Feng Shui Temples!" the female disciple said.

The emperor pinched the long knife, frowned slightly, and said: "I know! Yan Zizai? One day, I will face Yan Zizai with the sword, and that day, I hope you can be my help! Don't disappoint me!"

"Yes!" the twelve disciples agreed.

Hades, the territory of ten thousand ghosts, the city of Great Qin!

The dragon chariot finally returned and landed in the city of Great Qin.

Dazhen and his courtiers quickly ushered in.

"Welcome back of the Holy King!" the courtiers said respectfully.

Yan Chuan nodded.

On top of the dragon chariot, there are four prisoners.

"Holy King, who are these people?" Yifeng looked at him curiously.

Hua Tianjun didn't dare to say more, and the three ancestral immortals of the Zuo family also turned ugly.

When we arrived, we arrived at Dazhen, and the head of the house didn't come yet? The head of the house didn't have time, or did the head of the house not care about us at all?

"It's all ancestral immortals, over the years, you have worked hard, pick one, and cut it to become an ancestral immortal!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voicei^

"Uh, yes!" Yifeng nodded in surprise.

The other courtiers were also surprised, pick one to kill?

"Bold, Yan Chuan, you, you ......!" Zuo Qing cried out with a sad face.

But at this moment, the will of everyone could not affect Yan Chuan at all.

A sense of anxiety flashed in Hua Desolate's eyes, after all, although Hua Tianjun hated it, he was still a member of the Hua family after all.

But Hua Desolation did not rush to speak.

Guiguzi on the side seemed to see the anxiety of turning into desolation. Smiling slightly, he looked at Yan Chuan and said, "Saint King, this time I was able to capture these ancestral immortals, and the sword of the saint that I borrowed from desolation was indispensable. ”

Hearing Guiguzi's words, the eyes of the Heavenly Monarch on the ground lit up, revealing a look of ecstasy.

Hua Desolation said: "The time for the ministers to enter the Great Zhen is still shallow, and the merits are not enough, and Mr. is falsely praised!"

Yan Chuan looked at the desolation, indeed, the credit for turning the desolation in Dazhen was naturally not as much as that of Yifeng. But Guiguzi spoke, and Yan Chuan pushed the boat down the river.

It's not that I'm afraid of saints, but I don't want to chill the hearts of courtiers.

"Okay, turn into desolation, among these people, choose one to deal with!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yes, King Xie Sheng!" said Hua Desolation with gratitude.

"There are two left, one for Lu Buwei and one for Li Si! Yifeng, you come to cursive!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" replied.

There was a wave of envy from the ministers around.

Great welfare, rewarding ancestral immortals? This, this is too exaggerated, especially a holy king who was persuaded to surrender by desolation before, and at this moment, his eyes were red as he watched the ancestral immortals reward one by one. I was also a holy king back then, why was I so miserable?

For Li Si and Lü Buwei, the ministers naturally did not dare to compare their achievements, which could not be compared. I can only swear silently that I will work harder in the future to make the Holy King pay more attention to himself, and maybe the next time I reward the ancestral immortals, I will have my own share.

Yan Chuan arranged everything and went back to his palace. The ministers were left to look at the prisoners in amazement.

"Lord Yi, I choose to turn into a heavenly monarch!" Hua said desolately.

On the side, the eyes of the Heavenly Monarch were full of joy, he escaped alive, and he finally didn't have to die.

Yifeng nodded.

Guiguzi on the side smiled slightly and said: "Da Zhen has always been extremely fair, and the Holy King generally does not favor anyone, although your credit is great, compared to Zhang Yi, how is it?"

"Naturally, there are not as many commanders as the Seventh Legion!" said the desolate truth.

"It's good to know, the Holy King doesn't want to chill your heart, I hope you don't want to chill the Saint King's heart either!" Guiguzi nodded to the end.

Hua Desolation bowed slightly: "Thank you Mr. for mentioning it, I can naturally understand the painstaking work of the Holy King!"

Guiguzi nodded and said goodbye to each other.

A group of disciples of the Zuo family were taken down.

Only Hua Desolation was left to look at Hua Tianjun.

"Hua Desolation, thank you this time! I was wrong before!" Hua Tianjun exclaimed with a sense of joy that he had escaped.

Hua desolate shook his head and said: "Although I saved you, I didn't plan to release you, in the future, you will stay in the Great Zhen Heavenly Prison!"

"What, you won't let me go?" Hua Tianjun glared in his eyes.

"Save you, not for your face, but I don't want to make trouble for myself, and I don't want to make trouble for my ancestors, you'd better be honest, stay in Dazhen Heavenly Prison in the future, with me, no one will kill you again!" Hua said in a desolate and deep voice.

"Why? Are you so afraid of Yan Chuan, don't you even dare to let me go?" Hua Tianjun exclaimed irritably.

Hua Desolate shook his head and said: "The Holy King handed you over to me, that is, I will dispose of it, but naturally I will not cause trouble to the Holy King, how can I not know your character? If I let you go today, I will definitely make wind and rain in the coming day, and I will not be at peace!"

"No, no, why do you say that I am engaged in wind and rain?" Hua Tianjun still discerned.

"Because you don't have any faith in life at all, therefore, faith is worthless to you, although my family is supported by the ancestors, although the world says that the saint is invincible in the world, but, compared to some wealthy families, the saint is not the strongest, which is also the reason why I came to Dazhen as a minister, and you can only say that the family is unlucky, and it is not good for the ancestors to pull hatred everywhere!" Hua desolate shook his head and said.

"No, I won't!" the Heavenly Monarch begged.

Shaking his head, he turned desolate and said: "Being imprisoned in the Great Zhen Heavenly Prison is not necessarily a bad thing for you, think about your past, your ability is not big, but your ability to cause trouble is not small, I hope that the day you are released from prison, you can re-establish your faith in life, don't disappoint me, don't disappoint your ancestors!"

"When you get out of prison, how long are you going to lock me up?" said Hua Tianjun eagerly.

"It's up to you!" Hua Desolate shook his head.

"No, I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to!" said Hua Tianjun sadly.

Hua Tianjun used to be high, even an ancestor immortal in the world, how could he have thought that he would also be imprisoned one day? At this moment, he was naturally extremely sad and hateful. Even the desolation is deeply resentful.

But how can the will of desolation be diverted because of the Heavenly Monarch.

"Don't worry, in order to give you a quiet understanding, I will personally take you to the Yang Heavenly Prison!"

Outside the Heavenly Temple.

The earth has been restored.

It has been a while since the battle between the saint and Dugu Potian.

Outside the Heavenly Temple Square.

A red-robed man was surrounded by a group of Zuo family disciples.

The red-robed man was holding some broken jade slips in his hands.

"It's broken, the remaining three life cards are also broken, and all of them were killed by Yan Chuan?

"Ancestor, what should I do now?" said a child of the Zuo family with an ugly face.

Taking a deep breath, the red-robed man said, "How is the saint now?"

"In a battle with Dugu Potian, in the end, both were defeated, and they went back!, the saint ......!" said a child of the Zuo family.

"The saint can mobilize the power of the great forces of heaven and earth, it can be said that he is an undefeated powerhouse, and he is actually defeated and injured? Dugu breaks the sky, and his strength cannot be underestimated!" said the red-robed man with a gloomy face.

"Ancestor, what kind of strength is this saint?"

"Saint, Ancestor Immortal Nine Heavens, only then is he qualified to become a saint, and Hua Zun Heaven should be cultivated in this way, but this cultivation is nothing, the key is to mobilize the power of the general trend of heaven and earth, that is, to mobilize the power of endless heaven and earth!"

"The six ancestors have all fallen, what is the head of the family going to do?"

The red-robed man looked at the Heavenly Hall on the side.

And at this time, at the entrance of the Zuntian Palace, Hua Bing walked out: "Zuo Hong, the ancestor let you in!"

The red-robed man nodded in Zuohong. Walk alone to the Heavenly Temple.

Stepping into the main hall, the door of the main hall was slammed shut, and the ice was guarded outside the hall, and no one was allowed to approach.

In the main hall, it was slightly dark, with only a soft white light in the very center.

Huazun Tian sat cross-legged on a large futon, looking at Zuo Hong, who had stepped into the main hall.

"I've seen a saint!" Zuo Hong said respectfully.

"Zuo Chunqiu, what do you want you to do?" Hua Zuntian said in a deep voice.

"The head of the family said that Yin Haotian must die, and he asked the saint to take action!" Zuo Hong said respectfully.

"Yin Hatian has an enmity with your Zuo family, why didn't your Zuo family come forward?" Hua Zuntian said with some unhappiness.

"The head of the family said, you have no choice!" Zuo Hong said truthfully, a little afraid to look at the saint, after all, these words were threatening the saint.

But Hua Zuntian suddenly fell silent. Zuo Hong was curious.

After being silent for a while, the genius of Huazun sighed slightly: "Yin hattian, when I get better, I will go, you go back and tell Zuo Chunqiu that this is the last time!"

"Uh, okay!" Zuo Hong nodded blankly, this is it?

"Let's get out!" Hua Zuntian sighed slightly.

"Yes!" Zuo Hong exited the main hall.

In the main hall, only Hua Zuntian was left.

"Heh, saint?" there was a bitterness in Hua Zuntian's voice.