Above a vast ocean!

The emperor carried a long sword and followed the twelve disciples...|i^

The sky was filled with huge dark clouds, and countless lightnings shone violently among the dark clouds, but at this moment, the dark cloud was already in half, and it was faintly visible and could still see some sword energy at the two halves.

"Congratulations to Master, killing the heavenly tribulation and achieving the ancestral immortal!" The disciples said immediately.

"Did you see clearly? The blade is in a position that is unstoppable. When the knife is intent, everything can be cut open. Remember, it is everything!" The emperor educated the disciples in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The disciples nodded immediately.

But the disciples were still a little repulsive. After all, who could be as fierce as Master? The way of heaven is the way of heaven. If the body is in line with the way of heaven, there is no flaw in it, because no ancient immortal can break the way of heaven. According to the current cultivator, an ancestor immortal with the way of heaven can defeat a thousand ancient immortals.

But, in front of the Heavenly Palace that day, the master slashed the Heavenly Dao with one sword. He slashed it vertically, that was not a breaking hole.

The emperor seemed to see what everyone was thinking.

"I have selected you all, and they are born with swords and bones. There are no born strong people, only weak people who don't work hard. Although you have high talent, you must not slack off!" The emperor said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" the disciples responded.

"Come with me to Neibeizhou immediately, challenge one by one, challenge all sects and all countries!" the emperor said in a deep voice.

"yes!"

"It seems that to be on the east side of Neibeizhou is the Great Zhen Holy Court, and to the north is the Underworld North Outer. Where did Yan Zizai set up a temple?" said a female disciple.

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

"Yes, my disciple received the news that Yan Zizai occupied ten territory in the northern subterranean continent, and set up a hall in each territory! Ten Feng Shui Temples!" said the female disciple.

The emperor pinched the long sword, and said with a slight frown: "I understand! Yan Zizai? One day, I will face Yan Zizai's sword. That day, I hope you can be my help! Don't let me down!"

"Yes!" The twelve disciples agreed with a loud promise.

The underworld, the territory of thousands of ghosts, the city of Great Qin!

The dragon chariot pulled the cart and finally returned, landing in the city of Daqin.

Dazhen and his ministers came quickly.

"Welcome the return of the Holy King!" The ministers said respectfully.

Yan Chuan nodded.

There are four prisoners above the dragon chariot.

"Saint King, who are these people?" Yi Feng looked in front of him curiously.

The Emperor Hua Tian didn't dare to say much, and the three ancestor immortals of the Zuo family also looked ugly.

Arrived, arrived at Dazhen, the head of the family has not arrived yet? The head of the family has not had time, or is the head of the family not caring about us at all?

"It's all the ancestor immortals. Thank you for your hard work over the years. Choose one and kill it to achieve the ancestor immortal!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice..|i^

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

The other ministers were also surprised and chose one to kill?

"Bold, Yan Chuan, you, you..." Zuo Qing shouted with a sad and hatred look on his face.

But at this moment, everyone's will cannot affect Yan Chuan at all.

A sense of anxiety flashed in Hua Desolate's eyes. After all, although Hua Tianjun hated it, he was still a member of the Hua family.

But Hua Yanliang did not rush to speak.

Guiguzi seemed to see Hua Yanyan's anxiety. He smiled slightly and looked at Yan Chuan and said, "Saint King, this time he can capture these ancestral immortals, and the saint's sword borrowed by Hua Yanyan is of great contribution."

Hearing Guiguzi's words, the Huatianjun on the ground lit up his eyes and showed ecstasy.

He turned into desolation but said: "My memory is still in a shallow way to enter the great world, but his achievements are not enough to praise him!"

Yan Chuan looked at the desolation of the desolation. Indeed, the contribution of the desolation of the desolation of the Dazhen was naturally not as good as the old ministers like Yifeng. But when Guiguzi spoke, Yan Chuan followed the flow.

It’s not that I’m afraid of the saints, but that I don’t want to lose my heart as a minister.

"Okay, turn into desolation, choose one of these people!" Yan Chuan nodded and said.

"Yes, thank you for the Holy King!" Hua Yanlan immediately said gratefully.

"There are two left, one for Lu Buwei and the other for Li Si! Yifeng, you can write cursively!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Yi Feng replied.

The ministers around him felt envious.

Dazhen’s welfare, rewarding the ancestor immortal? This is too exaggerated, especially a saint king who was transformed into desolate and persuaded to surrender. At this moment, he looked at the ancestor immortals’ rewards, and his eyes turned red. He was also a saint king back then, so why did he be so miserable?

Regarding Li Si and Lu Buwei, the ministers naturally did not dare to compare their achievements, which was incomparable. They could only swear silently that they would work harder in the future and make the Holy King pay more attention to him. Perhaps next time they would have their own share of the ancestor immortals.

Yan Chuan arranged everything and went back to his palace. He left the ministers to look at the prisoners in amazement.

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

The eyes of Hua Tianjun were full of glory. He escaped from heaven and finally didn't have to die.

Yifeng nodded.

Guiguzi smiled slightly and said, "Da Zhen has always been extremely fair, and the Holy King generally does not favor anyone. Although you have made great contributions, how about Zhang Yi?"

"Of course there are not as many commanders as the Seventh Army!" Hua Yan said truthfully.

"It's good to know. The Holy King doesn't want to cold your heart. I hope you don't cold your heart either!" Guiguzi said until he pointed.

He turned into desolation and bowed slightly, "Thank you for your advice, I will naturally understand the efforts of the Holy King!"

Guiguzi nodded and said goodbye to each other.

A group of Zuo's disciples were taken down.

Only Hua Desolate was left looking at Hua Tianjun.

"Hua Desolate, thank you this time! It was all wrong for me before!" Hua Tianjun shouted with a sense of glory from the heaven of escape.

Hua Yanliang shook his head and said, "Although I saved you, I didn't plan to let you go. From now on, you can stay in the Great Zhentian Prison!"

"What? Don't you let me go?" Hua Tianjun glared in his eyes.

"Save you, not because of your face, but because you don't want to cause trouble for me or your ancestors. You'd better be honest and stay in the Great Zhentian Prison in the future. With me here, no one will kill you again!" Hua said in a deep voice.

"Why? Are you so afraid of Yan Chuan? I don't even dare to let it go?" Hua Tianjun shouted irritably.

Hua Yanliang shook his head and said, "The Holy King gave you to me, and I will do it with you. But naturally, I will not cause trouble for the Holy King. How can I not know your character? If you leave today, you will inevitably cause trouble in the future, and I will be in peace!"

"No, no, why do you say I'm going to be a storm?" Hua Tianjun still distinguished.

"Because you have no belief in life at all, Xinyi is not worth a penny to you. Although my family is supported by our ancestors, although people in the world say that saints are invincible in the world, compared with some wealthy families, saints are not the strongest. This is also the reason why I came to Dazhen as a minister. You can only say that the family of Hua is unfortunate and attracts hatred everywhere, which is not good for our ancestors!" Hua Yanliang shook his head and said.

"No, I don't know!" Hua Tianjun asked.

He shook his head and turned into desolation and said, "It may not be a bad thing for you to be imprisoned in the Great Heaven Prison. Think about your past carefully. He has little ability, but he has great ability to cause trouble. I hope that when you are released from prison, you can rebuild your faith in life. Don't let me down or let my ancestors down!"

"When you are released from prison, how long are you going to imprison me?" Hua Tianjun said anxiously.

"It depends on you!" Hua Yanliang shook his head and said.

"No, I don't want to go to jail, I don't want it!" Hua Tianjun said in grief and anger.

Hua Tianjun was arrogant and even a ancestral immortal in the world. He never thought that he would go to jail for one day? At this moment, he was naturally extremely sad and hatred. He even had deep resentment towards Hua Desolation.

But the will to transform into desolate will not be transferred because of the will of heaven.

"Don't worry, in order to give you a quiet understanding, I will take you to the Heavenly Prison in the World myself!"

Outside the Heavenly Palace.

The earth has been restored.

It has been a while since the battle between Saint and Dugu Potian.

Outside the Zuntian Palace Square.

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

The man in red robe was holding some broken jade slips in his hand.

"It's broken, the remaining three life cards were broken, and they were all killed by Yan Chuan? What a cruel Yan Chuan!" The man in red robe said with anger.

"Old ancestor, what should I do now?" A child of the Zuo family said with an ugly face.

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

"In a battle with Dugu Potian, both of them were injured and went back alone! The saint...!" said a child of the Zuo family.

"Both losers are both injured? A saint can mobilize the power of the great power of heaven and earth. It can be said that he is an undefeated strong man. He is actually both injured? Dugu Potian? His strength cannot be underestimated!" The man in red robe said with a gloomy face.

"Old ancestor, what is this saint's strength?"

"Sage? Only the Ninth Level of Ancestral Immortal Heaven is qualified to become a saint. The transformation of the supreme heaven should have the same cultivation level. But this cultivation level is nothing. The key is that it can mobilize the power of the great power of heaven and earth, that is, mobilize the endless power of heaven and earth!" The man in the red robe said solemnly.

"What should the head of the family do if all six ancestors die?"

The man in red robe looked at the Zuntian Palace next to him.
To be continued...