This is to tolerate for the sake of the overall situation, not to coax!

Emperor Ziwei kept admonishing himself in his heart.

In the face of Ziwei's threat, Maitreya was still smiling, and there was no worry in her eyes at all.

In today's Lingshan, it is Rulai who is in charge, and it is the lamp that fishes in troubled waters, no matter from which point of view, he can't be found on Maitreya.

Especially after seeing the horror of Rulai, he has completely become indisputable with the world, focusing on a clear mind.

Whoever makes me unhappy, I will scold whomever I am, anyway, the sky is falling, and there is still a wise demon like Rulai on top.

If you can't even stand it, then you will die.

After thinking about this, Maitreya had a thicker smile on his face, glanced at Emperor Ziwei lightly, and just like that, Shi Shiran left from his side.

Only the Emperor Ziwei was left alone, standing in place with a cold expression, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Until...

"Heh..."

"That's it?"

"Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm?"

A playful taunt echoed in the air.

Especially the sneer at the end, it exerted the yin and yang strange qi to the fullest.

Emperor Ziwei, who had already endured his anger, was still angry at this moment, and his blood was surging.

But at this critical moment, he still had to maintain the face of Heavenly Court, and finally swallowed this mouthful of blood again.

The three swords cut a graceful arc in the void, wantonly exuding sharp sword aura, as if silently announcing something.

It wasn't until a long time had passed that he disappeared into the void again.

Emperor Ziwei's face was almost always gloomy, and he stepped into the heavenly court.

When it returned, the phantom with the bow and arrow in the void slowly dissipated.

Then, in the heavenly court, the bell rang for a long time.

Colorful streamers of light diffused from the heavens, like rain, spilling down to the mortal world.

For a time, a passage formed by colorful streamers ran through the mortal world from the heavenly court.

"This is the fairy road."

"In the mortal realm, those who can climb this road and go to the end can enter the heavenly court as immortals."

The voice of the Crape Myrtle Emperor continued to echo in the void.

At this point, Heavenly Court has been silent except for constantly inspiring all kinds of cool special effects to make people intoxicated.

Obviously, the Emperor Ziwei, who was in charge of this matter, was obviously not in a particularly good mood.

But...

Just after his words fell, in Shanhai City, there was a sneer from Liu Wushu again.

Originally, in my imagination, countless blessed people flocked to the scene, wanting to join the heavenly court, but on the contrary, one by one, the blessed ones, either wearing the armor of Shanhai City, or wearing the official robes of the 'Yamen', just stood in place, calmly looking up at the sky.

There is no awe, only a lingering fighting spirit.

For a while, Heavenly Court, the so-called path to ascending immortals, became a laughing stock.

In the Heavenly Court, Emperor Ziwei's face became more and more ugly.

"Stupid mortals!"

"Do you really think you can withstand the wrath of the Heavenly Court?"

"Provoking the Heavenly Court..."

"It's a capital offense."

Emperor Ziwei spoke indifferently, but in the end he chose to return to his dormitory, slowly closing his eyes, repairing the injuries that had not healed for thousands of years.

Only in his own dormitory can he better communicate with Zi Weixing and recuperate.

However, before falling asleep, Emperor Ziwei still left an order.

"From this day on..."

"The Star Monarchs will lead the team and suppress all the resistance forces in the mortal realm."

"Let them know what the heavenly court is."

With the issuance of the imperial decree, one breath after another quietly recovered.

Countless heavenly soldiers walked out of the barracks and stood in the clouds, solemnly waiting for the next order.

Unlike the solemnity on the side of Heavenly Court, Lingshan was much calmer.

In one temple after another, the breath of the Buddha is still in a state of slow recovery, and the gate of the Leiyin Temple is even more closed and has not been opened for a long time.

Only the golden cicada, like a mad demon, is still in front of the gate of the Lei Yin Temple, making its own shouts.

Maitreya returned to Lingshan with a somewhat complicated expression, and before he reached the top of the mountain, a voice sounded in his ears.

Hearing a familiar voice, Maitreya paused.

"Honor my Buddha's order."

After a long time, Maitreya folded his hands, bowed slightly, whispered in his mouth, and walked on the mountain road to the top of the mountain.

Looking at the golden cicada who was still crazy in front of him, he sighed, shook his head, and slowly stretched out his finger and pointed at the center of the golden cicada's eyebrows.

The golden cicada's pupils dilated, and she fainted instantly.

Maitreya, on the other hand, dragged the golden cicada by the collar very casually, as if dragging a corpse, dragging it away, and finally throwing it into the merit pool.

At this time, there was no Buddha power in the merit pool, and there was only a pool of cold clear water.

Maitreya was a little surprised, but he still held back the doubts in his heart, and did not ask the specific reason, but watched the golden cicada sink to the bottom of the lake little by little, and then turned around, returned to the Leiyin Temple again, bowed slightly, and waited quietly.

About half a minute later, Maitreya's ears heard a burst of sound again.

Maitreya listened carefully, nodded slightly, and then said softly with a look of embarrassment: "I was trapped in the heavenly court by Burning Lamp and Haotian, and after I was freed, I was provoked by Emperor Ziwei, and in anger, there was a dispute, and I am afraid that it will be Lingshan..."

"It doesn't matter."

"Ziwei is just a humiliation, and humiliation is humiliation."

In Maitreya's ears, the calm voice of Rulai sounded again.

"I am compassionate."

Maitreya let out a low cry, and then turned to leave.

In the Leiyin Temple, the sound of Buddha has become more vigorous.

It's just that from beginning to end, Rulai did not issue any Buddhist decrees, but forbade the Buddhas of Lingshan to go out, and called on the disciples of Lingshan scattered in the world to return.

Well...

It's just that the disciples of the mortal Lingshan have been tossed by Jin Chanzi, Su Yang, Heavenly Court, Jia Ming, Arhat and others in the bowl...

Now, if you can find one or two, you can be regarded as a fish that has slipped through the net.

Oh, yes...

Maitreya also contributed a lot of strength in it.

Even so, the entire mortal world is also filled with a sense of depression that the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings.

A large number of mountain navies are constantly massing.

The blessed people in the 'yamen' even went back and forth to various cities to prevent people from rioting and causing trouble at such an important juncture.

But even so...

As long as you raise your head, you can still see the black oppressive heavenly soldiers, standing on top of the white clouds, holding spears, wearing silver kai, exuding cold killing intent.

It seems that he can slaughter the world with just one order.

Until the Heavenly Court Star Monarchs recovered, walked out of the hall, and hurried to the front of the Lingxiao Palace.

Looking at the closed door of the temple, everyone knelt down on the ground.

The Star Monarch who led the 'Greedy Wolf' and 'Seven Kills' was even more cautious and asked, "We see Haotian Venerable, I don't know if Venerable is recovering?" ”

"Speak."

In the Lingxiao Palace, a lazy voice came, and there was a little impatience in the tone.

Greedy Wolf Xingjun swallowed his saliva, and his voice became quieter: "Emperor Ziwei has an order, and he ordered me to wait... Ordered us to suppress the mortal world, we can't wait to send troops without authorization, so I have come to ask for a will of His Majesty. ”