A hand blocked the eyes of the green-robed ancestor. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The golden sleeve robe didn't care about the shadow of the stick in the sky at all, it seemed to be just a casual brush.

The heavy stick shadow was taken down one by one. The big golden hand seemed to be omnipotent, seemingly weak and powerless, but in fact, inadvertently, it had saved the life of the green-robed ancestor.

"Brother Green Feather Emperor, let's retreat for the time being, here, it's better to leave it to the deity. ”

Standing in front of the green-robed ancestor was the Jade Emperor Haotian. I don't know when, he has already left his imperial throne, protecting the helpless green-robed ancestor behind him.

The arrogance of the green-robed ancestor does not mean that he has no brains. All kinds of signs have clearly shown that he and the black-hearted old ghost are not opponents of the monkey in front of them, whether they are careless or not.

The three of them have the arrogance of the three, but they are not fools. The black-hearted old ghost and the green-robed ancestor were defeated by the monkey one after another, and the white-haired old devil was more or less self-aware, understanding that even if he did it himself, it was estimated that there was no chance of winning, so it was better to let the Jade Emperor take action in person to see how many catties and taels the two of them had.

"You, why, I seem to have seen you?"

didn't chase after the green-robed ancestor who escaped, the monkey tilted his head, and the already not very shrewd brain seemed to be thinking about something, but he couldn't figure it out all of a sudden.

"Oh, in that case, attack the deity, and let the deity see how far you have progressed. ”

If the monkey did not progress, then he would not believe it if he killed the Jade Emperor. At first, it was just a demon king at the level of a golden immortal, but later he was given life by his master again, and he only initially entered the quasi-saint class.

The quasi-saint was also quite a powerful combat power at that time, but as time went by, the rising stars sprung up one by one like mushrooms after a rain, and the old immortals hidden in the chaotic void invariably chose to return to the world, and the quasi-saint seemed to be becoming less and less valuable.

Since coming to Earthstar, the Jade Emperor has not seen this right-hand man for a long time. Now, the guy popped up, and he likewise wanted to know how much progress the monkey had made.

A stick, a hard stick, smashed on the head, and the monkey didn't think too much about it. Accustomed to going straight to the point, he only knew that the seemingly familiar guy in front of him was saying provocative words to him.

With all his strength, the infinite force of the stick directly broke the space in front of him. The monkey doesn't care about the life or death of the person in front of him, he always has endless strength on his body, and he doesn't vomit or feel unhappy.

When he hit the head with a stick, the Jade Emperor did not dodge or dodge, but stretched out his well-maintained hand. The long period of pampering did not make him lose his habit and instinct for fighting. The long-term forbearance has made his shot a lot faster.

Before the long stick could be pressed down, it was caught by the Jade Emperor with his hand. His hand was holding the long stick, and he didn't feel the slightest reluctance.

It's just a little numb, and this conclusion makes the Jade Emperor himself a little frightened.

Nine dragons, slowly swimming out of his hands, swam around the long purple sticks, wandering. The monkey tried to pull the stick out of his hand with all his might, but could not do so.

"This, how is this possible?!" the monkey was shocked, and he had to be shocked. Since he was born in this life, he has never seen anyone who has been able to catch his stick. Heavenly soldiers and generals can't, black-hearted old ghosts can't, and green-robed ancestors can't either. And just because they can't does that doesn't mean no one can.

The monkey used force, even with force he hadn't tried before. The rich purple power lurked in his body, and he was constantly extracting it. On the long stick, purple light filled the air.

The purple light gradually suppressed the nine wandering divine dragons, and the long sticks slid down from the Jade Emperor's hands little by little.

"Why? So, have you forgotten who the deity is? You think that with this kind of power, you can suppress me? The Jade Emperor was not in a hurry, and he was not at all worried that the long stick was about to be taken off.

The same color, lit up from his body, purple, but more intense.

"I am the only subordinate that the master recognizes, and I am the only servant of the master. You're just pariahs. Now, then, kneel for me, lowly pariah, you are not yet worthy to challenge my authority!"

When the purple light lit up, such a voice suddenly sounded in the monkey's mind. This voice, as if it was an innate suppression, gradually suppressed the monkey's own sanity.

"You, you, me, I ......" purple power has an attribute of surrender to the strong. When the purple light on the Jade Emperor's body lit up, the monkey's hands and feet were no longer controllable, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, looking sluggish and wooden, not at all like the arrogant monkey monster just now.

"Yes, my dear master, your servant, I pay you my sincerest respects. The monkey fell to his knees, his eyes blank, and his words were completely inconsistent with his previous personality.

"Hehe, since you're here, come back. The Jade Emperor didn't look back, he returned to his throne step by step, and sat down contentedly.

As if nothing had happened at all, the monkey walked to the side of the Heavenly Court Immortal Official, grabbing his purple long stick, like a most loyal guard, protecting the Lingxiao Treasure Hall within the scope of his jurisdiction.

The Jade Emperor, the black-hearted old ghost, the white-haired old devil, the green-robed ancestor, plus this lawless but capable monkey, perhaps, Heavenly Court, in a sense, is indeed not much behind the Ancestral Witch Palace.

Who knows, this Jade Emperor, who has endured for a long time, what kind of skills his skills have reached?

The West, the real West.

This is hell, but it is not hell, and it may be more appropriate to call it Yellow Spring.

There is only a thin line between Huangquan and Hell. Hell always wanted to be able to bring Yellow Springs into its scope, but it was always unsuccessful.

The master of hell, the two leaders of the dark forces of the West, the demon king Satan and the ancestor of the blood demon clan Cain. Without the memories of the past, they would not know how deep the strength hidden in the Yellow Spring was.

Huangquan is a blood clan and is also synonymous with the Smans family.

It is not so much a confrontation between the two males, but a three-point world. Huangquan, in addition to the head of the Smans family, also has an angel.

Angels don't have to be holy, fire-filled angels, they are also angels.

Angel of Fire, Metatron.

Twelve wings of crimson flame fluttered and fluttered over the yellow spring, and Metatron looked condescendingly at the woman with the iron mask.

The feeling of shadows made him quite uncomfortable.