The Jade Emperor was happy, but Mo Chen was unhappy.

The powers that had the ability to spy on what was happening at the gate of the Eight Views Palace were all staring at him closely, and he could not make any choice.

The senior brother is helping him to cultivate lotus seeds, he knows this, Zhenwu doesn't know, but this is fine, he has to let the senior brother choose.

Mo Chen looked at the Zhenwu Emperor with an unkind face and said: "Say that I have violated the rules of heaven, it's okay, let me kowtow and admit my mistakes, that's impossible, up and down the Three Realms, hundreds of millions of living beings know that the rules of heaven only have two words, mana! If you can arrest me, it's up to you to say anything, you can't beat me, even if I violate the rules of heaven?"

It is true, in this world of gods and demons, everyone knows that the fist is the truth, and the law is the rule, and the reason why many saints are feared by all beings is not that they have done any great good deeds, on the contrary, they are all broken by them, but they are strong enough, so they are the truth.

What Mo Chen means is to admit the legitimacy of the rules of heaven and admit that he has violated the rules of heaven, but how to punish and whether he can catch people depends on his ability.

It's okay if he doesn't get caught, the face of Tushi Palace can't be lost, he is going to be caught, but he will be seen as a joke by the gods and demons of the Three Realms, since ancient times, there has never been a saint disciple who has been disposed of by Heavenly Court, to set this precedent, Tushi Palace will inevitably be looked down upon.

"Good!"

Zhenwu nodded, this is exactly what he wants, compared to kowtowing and confessing his guilt dryly, what he wants to do more is to capture this demon and suppress him in the place where Brother Tianyou was buried, which is much better than kowtowing and admitting his mistakes!

He raised the hand holding the long sword at his waist upward, and said: "I have often heard that the Bajing Palace is a saint's dojo, and the disciples of the three sects have cultivated in it in the past, and there are countless prohibitions laid by the saints......

"If you have something to say, what are you doing with so much?" Mo Chen interrupted angrily.

"Three moves, three moves determine the winner or loser, the dojo of the Taishang Sage, how can I wait for a big fight?" Zhenwu Emperor Dao, he really didn't say anything to Mo Chen when he interrupted him, in his eyes, Mo Chen was already a turtle in the urn, and no matter how happy he jumped now, he would eventually be suppressed by him.

Now you want to give my master face, where is the majesty just now?

Mo Chen said: "Three moves are three moves, as long as Your Excellency loses, you still want to leave quickly, don't mention this stubble in the future!"

"That's nature!"

He came to the door, no matter how good he was, everyone admitted that he had violated the rules of heaven, but he couldn't catch it, and he went out to shout about it in the future, losing not only Mo Chen, a disciple of the Taisu, but also his own people.

"Speaking of which, you are a junior, I will let you strike first!" said the True Martial Emperor.

Mo Chen didn't speak, with a wave of his sleeves, he rolled the yellow turban wrestler at the door into the Eight Views Palace, and at the same time, the mana in his body was surging wildly like a tide, and with a soft 'hum', a layer of red-golden fire suddenly wrapped his whole person, it was the true fire of the sun.

There is no point in keeping his hands, in the face of a quasi-saint, Mo Chen's various means are useless, even the sky-breaking combat skills, and then the increase of his mana, it is impossible to break through the boundaries of Da Luo, only the true fire of the sun can fight with it.

The heat wave, a boundless heat wave, swept the entire Daluo Heaven in an instant, visible to the naked eye, this side of the Heavenly Realm was burned red, and the clouds that were originally floating nearby were all evaporated.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a layer of golden light curtain flashed out of the entire Eight Views Palace, including the jade steps where Mo Chen and Emperor Zhenwu were standing, and the heat wave that was originally going to spread into the Eight Views Palace was suddenly isolated.

And the Yellow Turban wrestler who was hiding in the door to watch the battle was not affected by Mo Chen at all, and looked at the battle between the two with a curious expression.

"The sun is really hot, no wonder, no wonder you dare to fight with me with just a few big Luo's cultivation, and you actually cultivated to such a magical power. It's okay, I often hear those demons boast on weekdays, how the Eastern Emperor and Emperor Jun were in the past, I have to see it today!"

Emperor Zhenwu's eyes revealed a trace of solemnity, and he slowly pulled out the long sword hanging from his waist, the sword body was bright, like a clear spring, but the endless killing aura surrounding it made people daunting at first sight.

Mo Chen didn't pay attention to the sword, so there was no need to pay attention to the sword, it was said that it was three moves, but for him, there was actually only one move, he only had the Sun True Fire that could threaten the True Martial Emperor, and as long as the True Martial could break the Sun True Fire, he would be cold, and if the True Martial couldn't break it, he would have the second move and the third move.

The flames danced on him, more and more vigorous, more and more, and soon his whole person was completely submerged, and a three-legged golden crow formed by the true fire of the sun slowly took shape.

At the same time, the momentum on the body of the True Martial Emperor became stronger and stronger, it was a sharp aura that seemed to be able to split the heavens and the earth, and as his momentum grew, the sword in his hand became more and more inconspicuous, and the murderous aura on it became weaker and weaker.

With the strength of the True Martial Emperor's quasi-saint, it is not realistic to split the four continents with one sword, but it is still barely possible to split a continent, and Mo Chen's sun true fire is even more terrifying.

That is, in the Eight Views Palace, the forbidden protection blessed by the saint, the two of them can completely let go of their hands and feet and fight with all their might.

Chirp!

Suddenly, the three-legged golden crow raised its head to the sky and roared, its wings shook, and it went straight to the sky, staring at the Zhenwu Emperor below with a condescending attitude.

In the face of the three-legged golden crow that looked fierce and irritable, Zhenwu didn't even raise his head, still silently improving his momentum, his sword had already locked Mo Chen's qi, but no matter where the attack came from, he could find Mo Chen's position.

Airplanes!

The sound of wings vibrating, but I saw the three-legged golden crow swooping down, spreading its wings, and embracing the Zhenwu Emperor, and at this moment, the momentum of the Zhenwu body that slashed the world disappeared in an instant, and the long sword in his hand suddenly lit up, and a sharp sword intent that was difficult to describe in words spread from above.

Mo Chen, who swooped down, was suffocated, and a sense was born in the dark, this sword could definitely split his body cultivated in half by eight or nine Xuan Gong, but he was not afraid, Zhenwu would never dare to kill him in Bajing Palace, and that sword was definitely not an innate spiritual treasure, and it would definitely melt under the high temperature of his sun true fire......