In the majestic palace, solemn and solemn, on the jade pillar of the sky, the golden dragon is coiled. At the end of the palace, on the stairs, on a golden dragon chair, a person sits upright, a crown to the sky, a rolling dragon robe, fine eyebrows, and five locks of long hair.

It's just that his face is not very good now, "Bang!" sounded, and his hands slapped heavily on the armrest, "Take Chang'e!"

"Roar!" A fierce dragon power was released, and the golden dragons coiled around the jade pillar shook and whispered, and for a while, the sound of the dragon's chant spread like rolling thunder throughout the nine heavens, and the entire hall was as quiet as a cicada.

After a while, a cloud rolled in, and after a while, he came to the outside of the hall, and the two gold-armored gods escorted a beautiful woman with a palace makeup to the dragon case.

"Chang'e, are you guilty?" On the dragon chair, the Jade Emperor held the dragon case in his hand and roared angrily.

"The little god is guilty. Chang'e, who was kneeling at the bottom of the steps, replied coldly, looking sad.

"Sitting in Taiyin, the power is in Guanghan, and you don't want to repay the grace of heaven, you actually destroy the jade tree! Do you have to think about how to be worthy of the grace of the Queen Mother of the West!

"According to the law, you should behead!When you behead!" The echo was around the beam, and above the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, there was a slaughter.

"Wait!" An old voice floated from afar, this voice was not earth-shattering, but it seemed to be enlightened, and the Jade Emperor's hideous anger calmed down at once.

People have not yet arrived, auspicious clouds are sheng, golden light is dense, a golden bridge is conjured out of thin air outside the Lingxiao Palace, the feet of the old Taoist people on the bridge are not sticky to the ground, step by step lotus, only a few steps, and they have come to the Jade Emperor's table.

The old Taoist did not pay a big salute, he bowed slightly, and the Jade Emperor did not dare to hold it up, so he bowed back the salute on the chair, "How dare you work Lao Jun to come to the Lingxiao Hall in person!"

Lao Dao waved his hand, "The sky has been separated, there is no one in the court, if the crime is punished, will the Jade Emperor cause the dark night of the nether realm to be lightless?"

"Thank you for your teachings!"

"The grace of heaven is vast, the old minister retires!"

"Congratulations to Lao Jun!" all the immortals in the Lingxiao Hall Immortal Class bowed their hands. Lao Jun's figure gradually faded until he disappeared in place, and the golden bridge from the sky outside the hall gradually disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The Jade Emperor sighed deeply and calmed for a moment, "In this case, I will sentence you to kneel in front of the jade tree every night and repent of your mistakes, in order to make meritorious contributions!"

"The guilty minister is not convinced!" Chang'e under the rank was unexpectedly stubborn.

"Huh?" the Jade Emperor laughed angrily.

"Back then, Zhenjun broke the jade tree by mistake, and the Jade Emperor sentenced him to take off the immortal book, degrade it to the Nine Shadows, and make meritorious service for his crimes. Today, the minister knows that he has sinned deeply, and he is willing to go to the nine secluded and cold places and suffer forever from the swords and soldiers of the two worlds of immortals and demons. ”

"It's him again! I have a word first, and if someone dares to mention him in the Lingxiao Palace, I will demote him to the Nine Shadows and follow his footsteps!

After a pause, the Jade Emperor's voice changed suddenly, "Back then, you and the Three Holy Ladies plotted against the God of Justice in Huashan, and with his character of retribution, I couldn't bear it. I will drive you into the flood and let you be lost forever!"

Chang'e was startled and raised her head suddenly, but she caught a glimpse of the haze in the eyes of the Jade Emperor, and suddenly her heart was shocked, and she didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Take it down!"

"Execution! execution!" the golden dragon roared, and Chang'e was dragged down.

On the Fengshen platform, outside the eye of the desolation, the execution of the heavenly general opened the enchantment, hidden on the stone pillar on the side, a picture of the palm of the beauty in red palace makeup, waiting to see that Chang'e was about to be pushed into the turbulence, and hurriedly sacrificed the treasure map, and the picture A golden light shot directly at the center of Chang'e's eyebrows, and then disappeared.

The eyes of the desolation were closed, and there was a woman's terrible scream in the turbulence, not knowing whether it was physical or spiritual pain. The beauty in red muttered to herself, "Chang'e Chang'e, you can also be regarded as having what you want, although in the end you still rely on the help of the treasure Taiji Tu of the Eight Scenes Palace Town Cave." It's just pitiful, how long am I going to stay in this cold Three-Life Temple?"

"Bang", a bodyguard with a full face grabbed Erlang's chest collar, and his eyes the size of copper bells glared at Erlang.

Erlang looked at the big hand with the green tendons on his chest, and said coldly: "Let go!"

The bodyguards around laughed a few times, obviously they were used to bullying people on weekdays, and the bodyguards who did it were full of mockery, stretched out their right hands, and fanned Erlang. A few sharp-eyed people saw it from a distance and exclaimed: "Hit, beat, someone is going to suffer again!"

Erlang looked at him calmly, and saw that the big fan-like hand was still ten centimeters away from his face, and as soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the wrist of the bodyguard. The bodyguard's face was stunned for a while, his hands and feet were very fast, and he didn't see clearly how this kid made his hand! When he hurriedly pulled into his arms, he found that he had dragged several times in a row, but he didn't move at all.

"Oh, boy, you're looking for death!" the bodyguard was furious, let go of his left hand, and grabbed Erlang's hand that grabbed him. Erlang sneered, the power in his hand increased, and he threw it outward. "Ouch!", the bodyguard fell three or four steps, and with the support of his companions, he was not fallen.

"Hit, kill him!" A group of people showed fierce lights on their faces and approached Erlang.

Twenty or thirty bodyguards, seven or eight of whom were cultivated, pulled out their swords and iron rods, and beckoned to Erlang.

In the stunned eyes of everyone, Erlang stretched out his left hand and held the folding fan he had just bought from the stall, shuttled through the crowd, "bang, bang" a few times, and more than a dozen bodyguards had fallen out.

"Waste! Hit the young master hard! Tear his face for me!" The young master was not satisfied, and the consequences were very serious. "Don't hurt the little beauty by mistake!" At the end, I added a sentence in my heart: Ben Shao can't look more handsome than me, blame you for being too handsome and arrogant!

Erlang sneered, continued to tighten his hands, and once again a dozen or so bodyguards fell to the ground, this time most of the fallen swayed and couldn't get up neatly, even if they got up, they didn't dare to go up again, and in the blink of an eye, there were eight junior swordsmen left in the field.

The eight junior swordsmen all had two-handed swords, and their fighting spirit was fierce, and Erlang's fighting spirit was not strong, flashing and moving on the field, and the eight swords and swords fell short. Seeing that several bodyguards were entangled and did not retreat, Erlang held a long sword made of ice in the void in his right hand and started it.

"Demon Martial Arts Double Cultivation!, the talent is good!" An old butler beside the young master, who had not spoken all the time, suddenly said in surprise.

"Oh, then you can't let it go! Young Master Ben hates geniuses!"

"Genius? Not necessarily, if the young master is willing, his achievements will definitely be above him!"

"That's natural! Or can you talk to an old man!" the young master laughed, his face full of sass.

"It's what the four elders said, young master, you know, there are not many people who can enter the eyes of the four elders, and if you count them, you can count them, and it's you!"

The young master pursed his mouth, "Big brother, it's so-so." But I heard that she was recently sent back to her family, and it's a shame, it's said that she is still jealous because of the fight! If you want me to say, isn't this woman the same thing? We can have as many as we want!"

Cheng Laoyi frowned, "Young Master whispered, this matter can't be said outside!"

The young master felt speechless, so he stopped talking. Focus on the fight scene again, "What's going on?

On the field, eight swordsman apprentices with five big and three thick were ravaged by Erlang Zheng. Cheng Lao saw it, and his eyes showed a look of surprise.

"Cheng Lao, you see?"

Without waiting for the young master to finish speaking, Cheng Lao waved his hand, and the person was already rushing out like an arrow.

"All down!" Cheng Lao's order, the eight bodyguards who had already hung up the lottery retreated with a relieved face.

"Young man, you learned Douqi well!

Looking at Cheng Lao, who relied on the old and sold the old, Erlang couldn't help but despise in his heart. "I'm sorry, I don't know you, goodbye!" he turned around, pulled Anna up, and wanted to leave.

"Since you provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked, let's stay!" Cheng Lao's usual style is obviously very disrespectful to Erlang. The five fingers grasped weakly, and the fighting spirit in the palm immediately condensed, and the electric light and stone fire grabbed Erlang.

As soon as the connoisseur stretched out his hand, he knew if there was one. Erlang's eyes flashed with a bright light, this old man's fighting spirit was quite strong, looking at the thin fighting spirit in his palm, it was a fierce opponent that he had never encountered!

With a "bang", Erlang flew upside down three meters away, and after landing, he took five steps back before standing firmly. There was a burst of pain in his legs, which made Erlang vaguely guess that this Cheng Lao should be the rank of a middle-level swordsman apprentice.

Presumably, if you don't use a magic sword, it seems impossible to be defeated, after all, the gap is too big. Shaking the ice sword, Erlang stepped forward again, but every time the ice sword slashed dozens of centimeters beside the old man, there was a huge resistance to block his attack. This is the difference in rank, right? There was a trace of solemnity in Erlang's eyes, and under the condensation of his fighting spirit, the old man's whole body was wrapped in energy, and he was afraid that even if his sword broke through his defense, it would not be able to hit him hard.

In the blink of an eye, Erlang attacked dozens of swords, relying on the rapid sword to interfere with Chenglao's attack, but it was difficult to change the decline of retreating step by step, but Erlang's advance and retreat were as elegant and agile as flowing water, making people feel the inferior at all. With a pinch of the void in his left hand, two small ice blades were in his hands, and two blue lights shot out when he raised his hand. Cheng Lao's eyes showed a deep sense of surprise, but the result was still difficult to change, the ice blade shot a foot in front of Cheng Lao, the old man waved his hand urgently, and the ice blade disintegrated in the fighting spirit, leaving only pieces of ice chips.

With an ice blade in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, Erlang's level is not high, but he explains to the world what is a peerless demon and what is a double cultivation of magic and martial arts. At this moment, no one knew the turbulent waves in Cheng Lao's heart, even the young master who didn't know much and didn't know much, and his mouth could stuff an egg at this time. Cheng Lao did not have a fierce attack, the biggest worry in his heart now is whether he provoked a big man who should not be provoked, but he didn't want to give up, after the young man returned to the clan, the young master was the fourth elder who took special care of him and wanted to have a good relationship, and he couldn't save face!

Anna's face was full of adoration, she enjoyed this feeling very much, such a close feeling, Erlang's magical fighting skills, magic sword moves, calm and confident eyes, and that earth-shattering handsome face. Anna likes to look at Erlang, at any time and on any occasion, as if Erlang is her only sustenance. In front of Erlang, she can be a die-hard fan or a young girl.

Erlang changed his combat methods several times in a row, although the enemy could not become an old man's fighting spirit, but on the scene, there were more attacks and fewer defenses, and the crowd of onlookers from afar had long been in an uproar.

"Which big family's young master is this, so powerful! Depending on the situation, it will be a matter of time before this old man is taken down!"

"You see that he is so handsome and extraordinary, so young, he has such achievements, and the future is immeasurable!"

The young master was a little short-circuited at this time, after all, he had seen some of the world in the family, and at such an age against the middle-level swordsman apprentice, he knew that even if the eldest young man who claimed to be a family genius a few years older than him, he would never be able to, and at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he should be an ignorant young man who had just touched the elements of fighting spirit and magic. The genius is like this, and the fault is not the descendants of the hidden family, it seems that they can't understand it. So can this person really afford to provoke himself? Under the restraint of the gentleman's temperament, the young man couldn't stand it anymore, and the feeling of being like a man on his back climbed into his heart for the first time in his life. With a flick of his sleeves, he quietly left, if he wants to offend foreign enemies, let Cheng Lao take the blame, whether it is a fight or a fight, he doesn't want to care anymore!

Erlang's magic is gradually exhausted, and his fighting spirit has long been exhausted, and what really makes him persist is the unpredictable body swordsmanship, as well as the occasional magic ice blade that is so wonderful that he will be saved.

"Blizzard!" with a coquettish sound, Anna finally made a move. Ice and snow fell from the sky, enveloping Erlang and Old Man Cheng. In such a hot afternoon, the sudden cold made everyone shiver, the ups and downs of the battle are not over, and it may even be the beginning of another battle, can Jiro and Anna get out safely?