Chapter 1001 The Holy Emperor is yours, and your husband is mine
It is raining lightly in the sky, it is the dead of winter, and it is extremely cold.
In the city, the story of Xin Sheng’s sage’s deeds of persisting for nineteen years, which was 500,000 miles away, has been spread, and spread to human cities in all directions.
People with conscience who know the hardships of the human race burst into tears instantly;
People who only care about life and death day by day will also shake their heads with emotion.
Jiang Nuying, Lin Hui and Hu Jiulei were walking on the street, looking at the sparse crying and worshiping figures in the bustling crowd, their faces full of confusion.
"What then?" Lin Hui asked.
Jiang Nuying stopped and looked at the sky: "There is nothing more. When I came, I thought that for the ancestors, they would not waste a large number of masters going to save my uncle. After all, my uncle One person can't change the fate of the human race. The most he can do is send people to spread his uncle's deeds!
For the uncle, it is an endless alien attack, a hopeless wait, and the gradual approach of death. We understand it! I can't understand the hardship and suffering he's going through now!
Even if we rush to help him, we can't go 80,000 miles, and even if we go to 100,000 people, we can't go very far. I want to be killed by the aliens!”
As he spoke, he lowered his head and burst into tears.
Hu Jiubei's mind was filled with that tired figure. He couldn't help but his eyes turned red and he clenched his fists: "At least tell Xin Sheng to leave. There is no need to continue the meaningless defense!"
"How to tell? I'm afraid the Yin Stone in my uncle's hand is gone. Do you understand my uncle's persistence? He is doing it for the righteousness in his heart!" Jiang Nuying almost collapsed.
At this moment, Master Huang Taigai passed by the three of them.
"Master Huang!" Jiang Nuying shouted, "Is there any other way? You and your uncle back then..."
Huang Taigai ignored him and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When he reappeared, he had already reached a remote and elegant courtyard. Far away, he heard a loud voice inside saying: "The so-called passion has always been full of hatred and hatred, and it is not too late to make up for it. The rat has the beginning and the end. , what happened to my second brother?”
“Ignorant boy!”
Huang Taigai cursed, strode into the main hall, glanced around, and saw people sitting inside. Authors of more than ten people -
Gou Xianxian, Li Guangling, Mr. Zhuge, Duan Dapeng, Li Wumian, Shangguan Fan Qing, Supreme Birdman, Master of Wanfa, etc.
Seeing him come in, Shangguan Fan Qing stepped forward and grabbed his wrist: "How about a jade tree facing the wind and a reed crossing the river?"
Gou Xian's group also squinted at Huang Taigai.
The Huang Taigai took a deep breath: "If you don't report back, don't rescue, you will perish on your own!"
"An old boy, taking our benefits and not doing anything, I will Punch you to death!”
“Fuck him!”
Duan Dapeng, Shangguan Fan Qing and the Supreme Birdman rushed forward together.
Huang Taigai also risked his life, and the old god said: "You have become so powerful, why don't you save your big boss yourself?"
"You dare to talk back? I'll fight ! ”
Duan Dapeng and the other three are not really fighting, and their anger is useless.
Huang Taigai had taken advantage before and failed to accomplish anything. He did not dare to backhand and was not prepared. When a king's punch flashed, he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
"Okay!" Gou Xianxian waved the three of them away, thought for a moment and said, "Master Huang, the only big shot we can get in touch with is you. Is there really no hope?"
Who am I? ?
Huang Taigas tidied his robe politely: "To be honest, no! The aliens are so ferocious. It's not like you haven't seen it. This human race is a True Yuan Sage, a Xuanyuan Sage, and a three-generation madman. How many monsters have died in the Holy Land in the past twenty years?”
“Alas!”
A group of people sighed, speechless.
Li Guangling suddenly looked at Gou Xianzi angrily: "Lao Gou, isn't it dangerous if you don't tell me? I remember what you said is true."
Gou Xianzi spread his hands: "Who would have thought of him? This kid has been guarding for nineteen years? The Yin Stone is not on him. It has been too long and it has expired!”
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“Sheng Wang Murong!” . Sheji Palace.
When Murong Jingfeng, the holy king of Yuheng, swept the general trend of heaven and earth, and fell to the ground in a flash, Prince Ji Bixuan of Daqianjing, Ling Jiman, the female official Feng Shuning, Princess Wuyou, Tuoba Ling'er, etc. People came up to him immediately and saluted respectfully.
There are many holy places and caves in the world, but the Seven Families of the Big Dipper are the strongest. Bauhinia and Withered Sword can only be ranked second. Therefore, the great sages and holy kings of the seven families, even the young masters on the mountain, must be respectful. .
Murong Jingfeng nodded and said: "I'm here to see your Majesty!"
Ji Pixuan bowed and saluted: "Please!"
A group of people entered the Sheji Palace and followed the complicated secret passage into the underground space. They saw that the mountains and rivers remained the same and the abyss was hazy.
Directly ahead, in the widest endless abyss, ninety-nine octogenarians sit cross-legged, their bodies emitting a hazy light, pouring out all their life's work.
Large wisps of true energy and sacred charm rushed straight down. The white light below was dazzling. The vortex of true energy like a sea and abyss was spinning endlessly. The stars, sun, moon and the light of the Holy Emperor were looming. Countless human races were around. Treasures of heaven and earth come and go.
In the middle of the whirlpool, there is a woman in red sitting cross-legged. She has a graceful figure and extremely beautiful facial features, especially the little beauty mark at the corner of her mouth. She clearly has a charming appearance, but the majesty of an emperor is revealed between her eyebrows. , which makes people dare not blaspheme or wait and see.
This huge scene will make people feel swaying even if they get close.
Murong Jingfeng stood on the edge of the cliff, watching silently for a while with his hands behind his back. His expression was quite complicated. After thinking about it for a moment, he said: "Your Majesty, the Lord is well and has returned. I hope Your Majesty knows about it!"
There was only one person behind him! Following Ji Pixuan and Feng Shuning, they looked stunned and quickly lowered their heads.
The woman in the whirlpool suddenly opened her eyes and looked directly at Holy King Yuheng. She was extremely majestic and said in a cold and solemn voice: "If my husband returns, he will naturally come to see me. Holy King Yuheng does not need to lie. ! If my husband dies in battle, no matter whether he is a human or a foreigner, he will be buried with me in the future!"
Murong Jingfeng was startled and chuckled: "Why did your Majesty say that?"
Ji Yaoyue said word by word: "The Holy Emperor of Daqian is yours, and my husband is my own, Ji Yaoyue!"
Murong Jingfeng took a deep breath, as if he had expected it, and laughed: "Your Majesty has already said it. Your Majesty naturally knows the master's wisdom. He is not someone who will die in vain. He just happens to have the opportunity to hide somewhere else." Year, I have just entered the territory of the human race, and I am sitting in the Great Sage’s life and death test. It is absolutely true.”
Ji Pixuan and Feng Shuning quietly raised their heads and cursed secretly, your old man is really good at bragging. How many years has it been since Xin Zhuo entered the Hunyuan Sage? It’s already amazing that someone can reach the Saint Middle Realm.
However, Ji Yaoyue's eyes changed and she looked at Murong Jingfeng.
Murong Jingfeng put his hands behind his back and faced Ji Yaoyue.
After a long time, Ji Yaoyue said softly: "I know!"
It's over, Your Majesty believes it! Your Majesty really believes in Xin Zhuo’s talent!
Ji Pixuan and Feng Shuning looked at each other again.
……
Out of the underground space, the drizzle turned into heavy rain.
Murong Jingfeng glanced at Ji Pixuan and Feng Shuning: "This matter is of great importance. If the truth comes out, you two will commit suicide!"
The figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.
Ji Pixuan stood with his head bowed dryly. It was not until Murong Jingfeng left for a long time that he jumped up and cursed: "Who are you trying to scare? When I beat your son Murong Xiu, you didn't know that I was Where."
After scolding, he looked at Feng Shuning: "Remember, don't let the news leak out, my sister is worried about Xin Zhuo to death!"
Feng Shuning looked shocked. Then he looked to the south and sighed faintly: "The Lord is in such a difficult situation right now. He has survived nineteen years of almost death with no reinforcements, no hope, no replenishment of Qi, no Wuyun Stone, and is alone, facing endless alien races! Saints and sages, nothing more than that!"
He said his eyes were red.
Ji Pixuan also had a sour nose: "Lack of food and clothing, living in a world of ice and snow, for nineteen years I don't know the taste of meat or the fireworks of the world, so what can I do if I am a saint of Hunyuan?"
Princess Wuyou is behind me. The female officer had already burst into tears.
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“Refreshing!”
Xin Zhuo was drinking heavily at the moment, eating the fragrant spirit beast leg meat, and holding two beautiful and charming women from the Baihua tribe in his arms. When he got interested, he touched two handfuls of them, looking wild.
(End of this chapter)