The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 31: The domineering Beijing Zhao

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The emperor can feel the blood of Yan family, this is also the reason why Yan Chuan finds the emperor for the first time!

Originally, no one felt like it!

But at this moment, this connection shocked the emperor.

Yan Zizai killed his father? If this is the case, the father used a secret method to contact himself and Yan's bloodline. Doesn't it mean that my father hates Yan's bloodline?

Father wants to kill Yan's bloodline? Revenge for him?

The emperor was out of breath for a while, and looked at Jingzhao firmly.

"Yan Zizai? Is it really Yan Zizai?" Huang's eyes reddened.

Jingzhao looked at the emperor and said lightly: "I don't need to lie to you, girl, although you targeted me everywhere back then, but I don't blame you, you can come to me anytime if you have something to do in the future!"

Jingzhao lied? There is no need. With Jingzhao's current status and strength, he doesn't even bother to tell such lies!

Is it really Yan Zizai? Do you really want to kill Yan Chuan?

Father hatred, don't share the same heaven!

"Moan!"

With a wave of the long sword, the emperor's sword pointed at Yan Chuan not far away!

"Hmm!"

Bai Ditian stepped out with a heavy face. Mo Yuxi was also nervous to stand in front of Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan pulled Mo Yuxi away.

"Bai Ditian, get out of the way!" Yan Chuan said.

Bai Ditian frowned, nodded and let go to Yan Chuan.

The emperor's long sword faced Yan Chuan, and Yan Chuan looked at the emperor solemnly.

Countless cultivators in all directions stared. It is Jingzhao, watching with interest at this moment.

Yan Chuan possesses super magical powers. Jing Zhao already knew about this, the descendants of Yan Zizai!

The emperor? Daughter of the Sword Demon!

The two are going to fight to death and death?

The emperor looked at Yan Chuan, his eyes flushed, but his expression was extremely painful.

"Why, why are you!" There was a pain in the emperor's voice.

The breeze blew through the emperor's short hair, but the emperor looked grim.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Chuan shook his head and said: "I didn't kill your father!"

It was not Yan Chuan who killed it. Yan Chuan never did it. This is an indisputable fact, but Yan Chuan is a descendant of Yan Zizai.

Staring at Yan Chuan, a trace of hostility flashed in the emperor's eyes, but the hostility appeared suddenly, and in a blink of an eye he did not know what kind of emotion he was annihilated.

But the hostile spirit that had just been annihilated appeared again, forming a hostile wind that blew over Yan Chuan's place, Yan Chuan's clothes swayed, and Yan Chuan did not move--

"Father, how did I come?"

"You are the result of my love with your mother!"

"Oh, dad, your beard hurts me!"

"Hey, Dad will shave off his beard right away! Little baby!"

"Father, I am three years old. I was a little baby last year, but now I am a big baby!"

"Okay, okay, big baby! Haha!"

"Then father, what did you just say, what is love?"

"Love is love! Just like I love your mother, your mother loves me!"

"Why does my mother love you?"

"There is no why! It is love!"

"But, I don't understand!"

"You will understand later!"

"No, I want to know now!"

"Well, if you love someone, you are willing to lose everything for him!"

"I don't understand!"

"Hahahahahaha!"——

The emperor's eyes moistened unconsciously.

The long sword pointed at Yan Chuan, and the emperor was trembling all over.

"The hatred of killing the father is not shared by the sky, I will kill you! I will destroy the Yan family." The emperor said coldly to Yan Chuan.

"Ah!"

The emperor raised his head and hissed!

"Boom!"

Thousands of sword auras appeared around the emperor in an instant, and the sword aura pierced through the sky, carrying a chill of coldness.

"Huh!"

The emperor stepped up into the sky, rolling away toward the west with thousands of swords. Leaving gang winds blowing in all directions.

The cultivator of the Quartet showed a dazed expression.

Yan Chuan frowned slightly. Sigh deeply!

Jingzhao was thoughtful, but didn't pay attention to it for long.

The countless cultivators in the Quartet were still at a loss, but as the emperor left, everyone's attention was once again focused on Jing Zhao. After all, Jingzhao is the protagonist today.

Jingzhao look up at this day!

"Yuan Tiangang!" Jing Zhao called out suddenly.

When Jing Zhao spoke, the void in front of him seemed to tremble.

Above the trembling void, a scene suddenly appeared slowly. In the scene, a man in a white robe stood in front of a huge monument.

"Holy Lord, everything is in order, only awaiting orders from the Holy Lord!" Yuan Tiangang respectfully said.

Jing Zhao nodded.

"Ten Thousands Under Heaven!" Jing Zhao suddenly sneered coldly.

The sea of ​​clouds of great merit suddenly trembles strongly, and at the same time, the voice of Jingzhao seems to radiate all over the world in an instant.

For a time, the sovereigns of all sects in the world all raised their heads in horror.

The sound was like thunder in nine days, and it was ear-shattering.

Jingzhao’s momentum spread to the entire world for an instant with this voice, and almost all the powerful in the world suddenly felt a huge oppression.

This is not only the scope of Da Zhao, but the entire East Shenzhou, the five great Shenzhou, and almost all places are of this kind of huge oppression.

Shenzong Holy Land.

Meng Hongying looked up at the sky.

"This is? The breath of Jingzhao? Isn't she in Dongshenzhou?" Meng Hongying exclaimed.

Tianjizong.

A group of gray-haired old men looked up at the sky. A goddess stood nearby.

"Jingzhao's voice? It's so strong!" The goddess whispered to herself.

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

A group of monks stepped on a golden round platform and looked up at the sky.

"Jingzhao's aura, how strong is she?" a monk said solemnly.

Julu Academy. Guangmingjiekou!

Meng Lingtian led Dongfang Decent, Meng Rongrong and others, stood at the entrance of Guangmingjie and looked at the sky.

"This girl is too strong! Our Bright Realm is shaking!" Dongfang Zhengpai said blankly.

Girls?

Everyone: "………………!"

Meng Lingtian also looked weirdly at this best disciple, the Eastern Decent School——

With the sound of Jingzhao, all the powerful people in the world stopped everything in their hands.

"Want to go to heaven and earth matters, Wanzong listens to orders. Everyone who cultivates the Yinde Zongmen, contributes half of the'merit and virtue', and contributes quickly, the deity only waits for one hour!" Jing Zhao said in a deep voice.

"Wow!"

The real world is in an uproar.

With an order, do all the sects of Yin De Cultivation in the world have to surrender half of their merits?

This, this is more than domineering, it is basically an enemy of the world!

Meng Hongying listened in astonishment to the voice from Jingzhao, how could this be possible.

But, the evil thing happened for the first time from behind Meng Hongying.

"Shenzong Holy Land, donate half of your merits, and hope that the Holy Lord of Beijing will succeed in heaven!" A soft drink came from behind Meng Hongying.

"Grandpa's voice?" Meng Hongying's face changed.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden roar from behind Meng Hongying. In the direction of the gods in the distance, endless yellow merits soared to the sky, and went straight to the east at an extremely terrifying speed.

"How is this possible?" Meng Hongying exclaimed.

Half merit? Half of the merits of Shenzong Holy Land, why did Grandpa agree so quickly?

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas!

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land, donate half of your merits, and hope that the Holy Lord of Beijing will achieve great success!" Ten Thousand Buddhas Holy Land shouted.

Not only the two holy places, but from all over the world, countless sects all sounded the same voice.

"Ningcui Palace, donate half of your merits, and may the Holy Lord of Beijing conquer heavenly achievements!"

"Ten Thousand Saints, donate half of your merits, and may the Holy Lord of Beijing conquer heavenly success!"

"Blue Lake Island, donate half of your merits, and may the Holy Lord of Beijing conquer heavenly achievements!"

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Bonding merits quickly gathered from all over the world.

And with every merit flowing, congratulations from the sect masters sounded over the Jokhang Holy Land.

With an order, Wan Zong is here to drink!

The sea of ​​merit billowing, is getting bigger and bigger, covering the sky and the sun, it is endless, and it is constantly rising.

The disciples of the Jokhang Holy Land are all very proud. This is the first one in the world!

The powerful people who came to watch the ceremony were amazed.

Yao Tianshang, Mo Ke emperor, Bai Ditian, all sighed.

Yan Chuan also took a deep breath. Is this the overbearing of the No. 1 person in the world?

There are more and more merits, the sky has been dyed golden by the endless merits, and there are endless merits in all directions.

Jingzhao looked at the sky coldly. As if everything were taken for granted.

"I know, why my mother has an empire in the fairy world, but she has opened up a holy land here!" Mo Yuxi's expression moved.

"Huh?"

"Whether it is merit or luck, my mother needs a lot of it. After all, there are too few people who cultivate luck in this world, but the merits are endless, so my mother gave up the founding of the country!" Mo Yuxi Analysis Road.

"It should be like this!" Yan Chuan nodded.

The rolling merits gathered together until an hour later. The merits eased.

Jing Zhao looked at the endless merits in the sky, not satisfied in his eyes, but coldly said: "Is there someone who dares not respect the deity's order?"

An angry shout, resounding through the world.

Jingzhao Tanshou patted Tianyi.

"Boom!"

A golden torrent rushed straight into the sky. After rushing through the sea of ​​luck and clouds, the torrent split into three hundred and six parts in an instant, shooting away from all directions in the world, and disappeared in an instant——

South of Da Zhao, the top of a Zongmen Mountain.

"Master, why do we have to contribute half of our merits? This is the hard work of our generations!"

"Yes, brother, the burning incense sect next to us did not contribute! Why should we be taken advantage of?"

"Why the Incense Burning Sect does not contribute, we have to contribute!"

At the moment when everyone is attacking the boss.

"Boom～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise from the west.

"The newspaper, the head, the Fenxiang Sect was razed to the ground by an unknown force!"

"Head, the Fenxiang Sect does not stay, all are dead!"

A group of disciples: "………………!"

"The head is wise!" All the disciples suddenly changed their previous troubles, and they felt lingering fears--

The Jokhang Holy Land, after half a pillar of incense.

"Boom!"

It's another gathering of honours.

"This is?" Mo Yuxi looked at the sky in surprise.

"There are three hundred and six sects. They didn't promise Jingzhao, refused to contribute their merits, or were completely destroyed!" Yan Chuan said in a strange way.

Mo Yuxi opened her mouth in astonishment!

Not only Yan Chuan, but around the Dazhao Mountain, almost all the foreign experts looked blankly at the billowing luck.

Everyone is aware of this possibility, but almost everyone does not want to admit this fact.

If this is the case, the strength of Jingzhao is too terrifying! Thousands of people in the world, whoever you want to fight?

Is this still a human? Too domineering!

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