Since entering the Southern Capital, Wu Mourning's intuitive feeling is like coming to a strange world full of malice and discomfort.

His huge Dao Fruit domain was drastically compressed by the environment.

It has shrunk to a diameter of only one kilometer.

Only by shrinking to this extent can Wu Mourning be able to say that he can truly achieve his own internal circulation, isolating the inside and outside, and not letting the decay rush in and pollute his locked aura. This also means that Wu Mourning's perception of a kilometer away has almost become blind and deaf, but the condensation is the essence, and the Martial Heavenly King, who has never controlled the Dao Fruit Realm to this extent, has absolute self-confidence, if the crown dragon dares to step into his Dao Fruit, he will perform a hundred ways to slay the dragon for this Son of Heaven.

The declining spirit is unbearable.

It's like a confrontation between domains and domains.

Once one side falls into a disadvantage, then all weaknesses and disadvantages are infinitely magnified.

Wu Mourning is now crushed into this world dominated by decay with a solid mobile fortress posture, and when Decay is trying to invade and corrupt him, he is also counter-invading Decay Qi-for-tat, analyzing what this kind of thing that can be said to be able to wipe out the existence of ordinary extreme realms in waves is what it is.

While investigating, Li Zun assisted Wu Mourning in reverse-analyzing the declining qi.

And then the ghosts in this palace suffered.

The Dao Fruit Realm of the Martial Heavenly King was directly crushed.

The evil spirit, which had no time to escape, was as if a large ball of ink had been mixed into the clear water, and it exploded in an instant, trying to say that it would disintegrate the Dao fruit maintained by the Martial Mourning from the inside.

These things that are twisted and deformed from top to bottom and full of decay will immediately ignite a true fire of samadhi from all directions as soon as they burst open, and will immediately completely burn away this group of sourceless water and rootless trees. Li Zun's secret technique, used to burn these tricky single strands of decay, is very good.

But what drives the true fire of samadhi is still true power and blood.

So essentially it's just canceling each other out.

It was similar to some bankruptcy methods in the northern capital, so Wu Mourning didn't let Li Zun work harder and purified the entire palace. It is estimated that if you want to do this, even a hundred Li Zun will not be enough, and the aura brought in by Wu Mourning cannot allow such a squander.

Fought a lifelong war for affluence.

Today in the Nandu Palace has become a bit constrained.

King Wu was in a very bad mood.

Once King Wu Tianwang is in a bad mood, then there are often wicked people or evil people who are going to suffer. Therefore, after arriving at the noon gate area, Wu Mourning not only chopped some filthy debris covered by his own domain to death with the thunder method, but also pressed it to death, and a few pieces of things that tried to come from behind the noon gate in front of him.

I guess it's a messenger or something.

It's all damn stuff anyway.

At first glance, it is full of evil spirits, wrong minds, and thinking about how to harm people.

As soon as he walked into the Dao Fruit Realm, it was as if there was a god with his head raised three feet, and the gaze from the Martial Heavenly King full of deterrence and death directly crushed this group of clowns who had been pinched out easily. It is estimated that the crown dragon pole can only make these goods, how could he, such an environment that is more indulgent and terrifying than the original cage, be born with such a strong will to resist the existence of such a peerless powerhouse?

Wu Mourning is now stepping on the face of the crown dragon pole!

Even if you don't be a human being, I, Wu someone, can still suppress you and smash your dream of the Son of Heaven to pieces. Now that the pillar of my country is outside the noon gate, the ghost you sent is not qualified to invite me at all, what are you going to do next?

Even if you can't feel it.

Wu Mourning can also imagine it.

finally had a sweet dream, and after killing the evil prince, the triumphant crown dragon was dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Period, but the nightmare came in rudely and strongly, just like he always had to maintain the majesty of the Son of Heaven, and the sore spot that he couldn't speak, the false dignity had just been satisfied, and he had to face the humiliation of Wu someone's face!

How can this not be angry!?

If it was the former Son of Heaven, for the sake of Mei Jiexing's face, if he came to the court normally, Wu Mourning might give three points of thin noodles.

Right now?

If you don't even do it, and you still cling to the false name of the Son of Heaven, then there is no need to give face, but a crazy slap in the face.

Li Zun, as an apprentice, also understands this, and the samadhi is really burning non-stop, playing with one hand to stimulate and dance on the extremely sensitive and fragile self-esteem of the crown dragon.

That's the punishment he's going to receive!

Humiliated by the strong! And then trample! Tore!

Although it was shrouded in decay and dull in color, and the yin wind gusted, it was still a majestic atmosphere in the Fengtian Palace, and there was an angry and irritable roar.

Wearing the dragon robe of the Son of Heaven, the precision-breaking crown dragon pole smashed wildly in the dark and dim Fengtian Temple, and from the depths of his overlapping roars, from time to time there were treacherous chuckles, as well as countless whimpering screams. Directly plundering the soul power of millions of beings in Jinling without filtering, the crown dragon pole at this moment is an abominable terrifying polymer, wriggling and struggling in the main hall like a rotten and rancid dragon corpse.

If it weren't for the desire to be a true son of heaven to support Guanlongji, then he would have died in the many powers that Qingbao Hao gave him.

At this moment, the crown dragon has achieved the fierce appearance of an evil dragon.

Immersed in the anger of his own son of heaven and the satisfaction of ambushing millions of corpses. Not much cooler, fantasizing that he would continue to expand his declining qi and further dominate the seventy-two states and provinces, especially crushing the northern capital of the disgusting people, the crown dragon pole ushered in the wanton arrogance of the martial king outside the noon gate.

Wriggling, foaming, decaying......

Despair, struggle, begging for mercy......

Around the Fengtian Hall were officials from the Southern Capital, most of whom were close ministers of the Son of Heaven. It is a group of old antiques who have been excluded by the cabinet and the council, have no will, and can't find a way out, so they can only press the treasure on the Son of God.

These old antiques are ready to be enjoyed!

Guanlongji suddenly attained enlightenment alone, and these chickens and dogs naturally followed suit.

It's just that the way to enjoy happiness is a bit curious.

Either they are missing arms and legs, or they have some extra parts on their bodies, and their muscles have dissolved, turning into a circle of people who are constantly opening their mouths and moaning. Miraculously, most of these spiritually polluted human walls retain the consciousness of being human beings, and they can give advice to the Son of Heaven as before.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you have a good plan?"

The low, beast-like roar of the crown dragon came from the Fengtian Temple.

The human walls outside trembled suddenly, and the desperate horror of being dominated by the Son of Heaven made it impossible for them to organize words.

Guanlongji, who waited for a while, didn't know if his brain was not very clear, or if he really heard something, and he was very happy when he heard it.

"You Aiqing is reasonable, let those warriors who surrender to me go and welcome the Martial Heavenly King. And those hard bones, hurry up. ”

(End of chapter)