Biyu Palace.

Inside the closed door, there was still a muffled sound from time to time, as if someone was constantly hammering the ground.

Similar voices have been going on for a year.

Until this day...

The muffled sound finally stopped, and in exchange for an excited roar.

The door slowly opened.

A figure slowly stepped out of it.

It's not the huge beast of the imagination, on the contrary...

The fool lost a lot of weight a year ago, and with his height, he looked slender and thin.

It's just that the somewhat dull eyes ruined his beauty.

"Tong Tong..."

"I should be able to find Tong Tong..."

The fool was still muttering unconsciously, and ran around the Biyou Palace three times, still not remembering where the passage was.

Eventually, the fool froze in place, looked into the void in front of him, and roared and landed with a punch.

A huge spatial rift was torn out so easily.

The fool suddenly showed a smug smile and slammed in, but he forgot to mobilize the power of the fairy to protect himself, causing his skin to continue to be torn apart and let out a low cry.

But the exaggeration is that no matter how the spatial turbulence cuts, it can't cut through his skin.

After the fool found out about this result, he simply endured the pain and disappeared into the spatial rift.

……

"Liu is invincible!"

"Today I return from heaven, and after that, there will definitely be a battle between you and me!"

"All the time, I'm crape myrtle..."

"Kill you with your own hands!"

Emperor Ziwei, who had been suppressed by Liu Wushu for a full year and did not make any sound, quietly recovered at this moment, still wearing a hat, like a fisherman, standing on the top of the mountain, speaking indifferently, full of condescending charm.

"Heh..."

"Why don't you kill me now?"

He was met with a mocking sneer.

"Childish."

Emperor Ziwei spoke lightly, raised his head, and looked at the sky, exuding a terrifying aura himself.

The originally wrinkled skin became white again at this moment, and the figure gradually regained its straightness, with a faint air of dust.

With a wave of his hand, the hat shattered.

A gorgeous, beautiful Immortal Emperor's robe was put on his body out of thin air.

"When my strength recovers, I will kill you..."

"Like slaughtering chickens and slaughtering dogs."

Emperor Ziwei spoke lightly again, and with the words, the stars in the sky became extremely bright, and they could even compete with the sun.

"Heaven will not return, when will it be!"

The words fell, as if with the power of some kind of rules.

Heavenly Shock!

The next moment, an invisible barrier in mid-air completely broke at this moment, giving people a strong sense of trance.

It's like...

The fairy world is still there, not a step closer, but everyone knows...

Immortals and mortals...

It's already in the same realm.

There is no imaginary grand scene, and there is no imaginary disaster that shakes the mountains.

It's business as usual.

But those who really know about these know...

In the future...

The war, in the true sense of the word, opened.

Seeing that Heavenly Court had broken the barrier between immortals and mortals, Emperor Ziwei smiled softly and stepped out.

In the heavenly court, the bell rang, as if to welcome his return.

However...

In the void, a pale cyan long sword quietly rushed out, turning into a streamer, obviously thousands of miles away, but in an instant, slashing towards the Ziwei Emperor.

"With just one Immortal Killing Sword, you can't hurt the Emperor!"

Emperor Ziwei snorted coldly, the Immortal Emperor was served, and the stars flowed.

In the sky, the stars were even more at this moment, and the starlight fell at the same time, enveloping the Crape Myrtle Emperor in it.

"Hehe..."

"Amitabha, borrowed, borrowed."

A laughing voice suddenly sounded, and then, a Buddha light flashed in the distance.

Maitreya Buddha smiled and flashed from within the heavenly court.

There were obviously so many ways to go, but he chose the direction of Ziwei the Great.

Caught off guard, the starlight on the surface of Emperor Ziwei's body was knocked away by Maitreya.

And the Immortal Killing Sword stabbed at Emperor Ziwei's chest as if it was well coordinated.

At the last moment, Emperor Ziwei could only barely turn sideways and let the Immortal Sword cut through his right arm.

Dao Dao blood continued to drip from mid-air, and the air was filled with the fragrance of emperor blood.

"Amitabha, the little monk is terrified."

"I just borrowed it, but I didn't expect to accidentally hurt the donor, don't blame it."

Maitreya said with a smile, but his eyes were so cold.

The Killing Immortal Sword turned around in mid-air, shook off the stained blood, and once again aimed the tip of the sword at the Emperor Ziwei, which could fall again at any time.

Looking at Maitreya in front of him and the Immortal Killing Sword on the side, Emperor Ziwei took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and finally just said lightly: "It's okay." ”

"Then please give way to the donor."

Maitreya's smile became gentler.

Emperor Ziwei frowned, and his voice gradually became cold: "Let my Heavenly Court make way for Lingshan, are you sure you can afford it?" ”

"Oh, the little monk doesn't dare!"

"But..."

"The little monk was Haotian, lit the lamp and calculated, and was trapped in the heavenly court for three years, today..."

"I really don't want to take a detour."

"If the donor really insists, then the little monk can only cooperate with this Killing Immortal Sword and try the donor's Nine Heavens Thunder."

As he spoke, Maitreya clasped his hands together, and the phantom of the reclining Buddha appeared behind him!

In the west, the spiritual mountain standing in the void is even more radiant at this moment, echoing Maitreya from afar.

"Lingshan... Heh..."

"It's really my heavenly court that can't be furnished!"

Emperor Ziwei snorted coldly, and his own breath suddenly rippled out.

In the heavenly court, the bell rang for a long time.

A pale cyan phantom appeared in the sky above the heavenly court, bending his bow and arrows, aiming at Maitreya's position, dressed in armor, like an ancient god of war.

In the midst of the surging dark clouds, one after another breaths were on the verge of awakening.

Maitreya smiled silently, but his eyes lit up with thought.

However, while they were confronting...

Two sword sounds rang out in the sky in a row!

The Absolute Immortal Sword, which had been silent for a year, fell into the Immortal Sword, rushed out of the ground again, pierced the void, and gathered together with the Killing Immortal Sword, in three directions, surrounding the Ziwei Emperor.

Maitreya, who had already retreated, saw this scene, and his smile instantly became rich again.

"Little monk today..."

"Then I will ask Emperor Ziwei for his thunder method."

Emperor Ziwei's face was instantly gloomy as water.

The Immortal Emperor costume on his body was moving with the wind at this moment.

Minutes and seconds passed...

"Today, Immortal Lin, countless pairs of eyes in the mortal realm are looking at me and others, are you sure that you can represent Lingshan and lose face in my Heavenly Court?"

Emperor Ziwei took a deep breath and asked again.

Maitreya smiled but said nothing.

"In the future, no matter what the Heavenly Court Spirit Mountain is, you Maitreya..."

"Death."

"That's my promise."

Emperor Ziwei opened his mouth coldly, the killing intent in his eyes was like substance, and his fists were clenched tightly.

However, just now, the immortal came, and before he appeared in the mortal realm, a great war broke out in the Spirit Mountain and Heavenly Court, and no matter how you look at it, it is not conducive to the next plan.

So...

This breath, Emperor Ziwei can only endure.