The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 73: The helplessness of the saint

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Above a vast ocean!

The emperor is carrying a long sword, followed by twelve disciples. .|i^

The sky is a huge dark cloud, and countless thunder and lightning are violently shining in the dark cloud, but at this moment, the dark cloud is already divided in half, and it is looming that you can see a little bit of sword energy in the two halves.

"Congratulations, Master, behead the tribulation, and become the ancestor!" The disciples said immediately.

"Did you see clearly? The blade's direction is unstoppable, and the knife is intent. Everything can be cut away. Remember, it is everything!" Huang Shensheng educated the disciples.

"Yes!" The disciples nodded immediately.

But the disciples are still a little repulsive. After all, who can be as fierce as the master? Heavenly Dao, that’s Heavenly Dao. It’s not flawed to fit the Heavenly Dao. Because the ancient immortal, no one can break the heavenly path. According to the current cultivators, an ancestor who fits into the heavenly Dao can beat a thousand ancients. Cents.

Yes, in front of the Sunzun Tiandian, the Master was stunned and slashed the way of heaven. It's cut vertically, it's not a hole.

The emperor seemed to see everyone's thoughts.

"You are all picked out by me. You all have natural bones. There are no natural strong people, only weak ones who don't work hard. Although your talents are high, you can't slack off!" Huang said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" all the disciples responded.

"Immediately follow me to Inner Beizhou, the 36 territories, challenge one by one, challenge all sects, challenge all kingdoms!" Huang said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

"It looks like Neibeizhou is in the east of Dazhen Holy Court, and to the north is the underworld and Beiwaizhou. Yan Zizai set up a dojo there?" a female disciple said.

"Yan Zizai!" The emperor narrowed his eyes, and a sigh of light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, the disciple got the news that Yan Zizai occupied ten territories in the north outer continent of the underworld, and set up a temple in each territory! Ten Fengshui temples!" said the female disciple.

The emperor squeezed the long knife and frowned slightly, "I know! Yan Zizai? One day, I will meet Yan Zizai with swords. That day, I hope you can be my help! Don't! Disappoint me!"

"Yes!" The twelve disciples suddenly agreed.

The underworld, the territory of ten thousand ghosts, the Great Qin City!

Long Yin pulled the cart and finally returned and landed in the Great Qin City.

Dazhen's courtiers quickly ushered in.

"Respectfully welcome the return of the Holy King and the Royal Driver!" The courtiers respectfully said.

Yan Chuan nodded.

Above the Dragon Nian, there are four more prisoners.

"Holy King, who are these people?" Yi Feng looked at him curiously.

Hua Tianjun didn't dare to say more, and the three ancestors of the Zuo family looked ugly.

Here, Dazhen, the Patriarch hasn’t come yet? The Patriarch didn't have time, or the Patriarch didn't care about us at all?

"They are all ancestors, these years, you have worked so hard, pick one, and cut it to become ancestors!" Yan Chuan said solemnly. .|i^

"Uh? Yes!" Yi Feng nodded in surprise.

The other officials are also surprised, pick one to kill?

"Bold, Yan Chuan, you, you...!" Zuo Qing screamed bitterly.

At this moment, everyone's will can't affect Yan Chuan at all.

An anxiety flashed in Hua Liao's eyes. After all, even though Hua Tianjun hated him, he was still in the Hua family after all.

But Hua Desolation didn't rush to speak.

On the side, Guiguzi seemed to see the anxiety of transforming the desolation. With a slight smile, he looked at Yan Chuan and said, "Holy King, this time I can capture these ancestors and transform the desolation of the borrowed saint’s sword."

Hearing Guiguzi's words, the eyes of Lord Huatian on the ground lit up, revealing ecstasy.

To transform the desolation is to say: "The time when the minister enters the great world is still shallow, and the lack of merit is absurd!"

Yan Chuan took a look at the desolation. Indeed, the desolation in Dazhen is not as much credit as the veterans like Yifeng. But Gui Guzi spoke up, and Yan Chuan went along.

Not afraid of saints, but not wanting to chill the hearts of the courtiers.

"Well, turn the desolation, choose one of these people!" Yan Chuan nodded.

"Yes, Xie Shengwang!" Turning Desolation was immediately grateful.

"There are two remaining, one for Lu Buwei and one for Li Si! Yifeng, come to cursive script!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yes!" Yi Feng answered.

The ministers around him envy.

Great benefits, reward the ancestors? This, this is too exaggerated, especially the saint king who had been persuaded to surrender before, now his eyes were red as he watched the ancestors and celestial rewards. He was also a holy king back then, how could he be so miserable?

For Li Si and Lu Buwei, the ministers naturally did not dare to compare their merits. This is incomparable. I can only swear silently that I will work harder in the future to make the holy king pay more attention to himself, maybe next time he rewards the ancestors, he will have his own share.

Yan Chuan arranged everything and went back to his palace. All the officials left behind and looked at the prisoners in awe.

"Master Yi, I choose Hua Tianjun!" Hua Xiaoliang said.

On the side, Hua Tianjun's eyes were filled with rejoicing. After he escaped from birth, he finally didn't have to die.

Yi Feng nodded.

Gui Guzi smiled slightly and said: "Dazhen has always been extremely fair, and the holy king generally does not favor anyone. Although your credit is great, how is it compared to Zhang Yi?"

"Naturally not as much as the commander of the Seventh Army!" said desolately.

"Just know, Saint King doesn't want to chill your heart, I hope you don't chill Saint King's heart!" Guiguzi clicked and said.

Turning the desolation into a slight courtesy: "Thank you for your suggestion, Mr., I can naturally appreciate the painstaking efforts of the Holy King!"

Gui Guzi nodded and said goodbye to each other.

A group of Zuo family disciples were taken away.

Only Hua Desolation was left looking at Hua Tianjun.

"Turning the desolation, this time, thank you very much! I was wrong before!" Hua Tianjun exclaimed with the joy of escaping.

Hua Liaoliang shook his head and said: "Although I saved you, I didn't plan to release you. From now on, you will stay in Da Zhentian prison!"

"What? You don't let me go?" Hua Tianjun stared.

"It’s not for your face to save you, but for not wanting to cause trouble for myself and my ancestors. You'd better be honest, and stay in Dazhen Tian prison from now on. I'll be there. , No one will kill you again!" Hua Liao said in a deep voice.

"Why? Are you so afraid of Yan Chuan? Don't even dare to let me go?" Hua Tianjun exclaimed irritably.

Hua Liangliang shook his head and said: "The Holy King handed you over to me, just let me deal with it, but naturally I will not add chaos to the Holy King, how can I not know your character? If you let you go today, There will be wind and rain in the future, and I will not be at ease!"

"No, no, why do you say that I am troubled by the wind and rain?" Jun Huatian still discerned.

"Because you have no faith in life at all, therefore, Xinyi is not worth a penny for you. Although my family is supported by ancestors, although the world says that saints are invincible in the world, compared to some rich men, saints It's not the strongest, this is also the reason why I came to Dazhen, and you, you can only say that it is the misfortune of the Hua family, dragging hatred everywhere, it is not good for the ancestor!" Hua Xiaoliang shook his head.

"No, I won't!" Jun Huatian begged.

Shaking his head, he turned desolation and said: "Being locked up in the Great Prison is not necessarily a bad thing for you. Think about your past. You are not good at getting things done. I hope to wait for you to come out. On that day in prison, you can re-establish your faith in life, don’t disappoint me, and don’t disappoint your ancestors!"

"Get out of prison, how long are you going to detain me?" Hua Tianjun said eagerly.

"It depends on you!" Hua Liang shook his head.

"No, I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to!" Hua Tianjun said angrily.

Hua Tianjun used to be aloof, even the ancestor of the world, how did he ever think that he would go to jail for a day? At this moment, I feel very sad. He even had a deep resentment towards Hua Desolation.

But how can the desolate will be transferred because of the heavenly monarch?

"Don't worry, in order to give you a quiet experience, I will personally take you to the Sun Heaven Prison!"

Outside the Zuntian Temple.

The earth has been restored.

Some time has passed since the battle between the sage and Dugu.

Outside the Zuntiandian square.

A man in a red robe is surrounded by a group of Zuo family disciples.

The man in the red robe is holding some broken jade slips in his hands.

"It broke, and the remaining three life cards were also broken, and they were all killed by Yan Chuan? What a ruthless Yan Chuan!" The red robe man said with a look of resentment.

"Old ancestor, what should I do now?" a Zuo family's kid said with an ugly expression.

Taking a deep breath, the man in the red robe said: "How is the saint now?"

"Fighting Dugu breaks through the sky, and in the end both loses and went back! Sage...!" said one of the Zuo family's children.

"Two defeats hurt? The saint can mobilize the power of the world, it can be said that he is an undefeated powerhouse, and he hurts both? The lonely man breaks the sky? The strength should not be underestimated!" The red robe man said with a gloomy face.

"Ancestor, what is the strength of this saint?"

"Sage? Ancestor Nineth Heaven is qualified to become a saint. Huazuntian should also have this cultivation base, but this cultivation base is nothing. The key is to mobilize the power of the world, that is, to mobilize the power of the endless world. Ah!" The man in the red robe said solemnly.

"The six ancestors have all fallen, what will the Patriarch prepare to do?"

The man in the red robe looked at the Zuntian Temple.

At this moment, at the entrance of Zuntian Temple, melting ice came out: "Zuo Hong, the ancestors let you in!"

The man in the red robe left Hong nodded. Walk towards Zuntian Temple alone.

Stepping into the main hall, the door of the main hall closed suddenly, and the ice was guarded outside the hall, and no one was allowed to approach it.

In the main hall, it is slightly dark, with only a soft white light at the center.

Hua Zun Tian sat cross-legged on a big futon, looking at Zuo Hong who stepped into the hall.

"I have seen a saint!" Zuo Hong respectfully said.

"Zuo Chunqiu, what do you want you to do?" Hua Zuntian said solemnly.

"The Patriarch said, Yin Hentian must die, and the saint should be asked to do it!" Zuo Hong respectfully said.

"Yin Hentian has hatred with your Zuo family, why didn't your Zuo family come forward? Why should I come forward?" Hua Zuntian said a little unhappy.

"The Patriarch said, you have no choice!" Zuo Hong said truthfully, saying that some did not dare to look at the saint, after all, this was a threat to the saint.

Kehua Zuntian suddenly fell silent. Zuo Hong was curious.

After a long silence, the Huazun genius sighed slightly: "Yin Hentian? I will go when I get better. You go back and tell Zuo Chunqiu that this is the last time!"

"Uh? Okay!" Zuo Hong nodded blankly, that's it?

"Go out!" Hua Zuntian sighed slightly.

"Yes!" Zuo Hong exited the hall.

In the hall, only Hua Zuntian is left.

"Huh, saint?" There was a bitterness in Hua Zuntian's voice.