He is unwilling to accept it.

Since entering the Tianlong, for more than 30 years, he has devoted himself to the Tianlong, but he has not even received a trace of gift from the Tianlong.

But this woman named Baiyi is obviously not a Tianlong person, so why does she have such a high degree of compatibility with Tianlong?

Why?

Because she is beautiful?

For a moment, sadness came from it.

He felt that he was even more abandoned by heaven than Tianqi's mother-in-law.

This world is so unfair to him!

Baiyi did not answer, and under the gaze of everyone, she just slowly stretched out her hand and pointed it lightly.

In an instant, a tiny golden dragon shadow roared past.

Mang trembled all over, slowly lowered his head, his face full of confusion, mixed with disbelief.

There is a blood hole in his heart.

The heart was wiped out.

How is that possible!

Mang's mind was blank.

The seventh-grade master, blessed the power of the dragon, and killed him in seconds!

"Damn Tianlong..."

Mang murmured in a low voice, and made a gesture with both hands. A black round bead emerged from the top of his head and disappeared into the distance at a speed that surpassed everything.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost all his support and turned around with difficulty, looking at the Emperor in the Golden Palace, who was sitting high on the dragon throne with a dull face.

A kind smile appeared on Mang's face: "I'm sorry for you in this life, I've suffered you..."

After saying that, he fell to the ground, and no longer heard.

The ninth-grade peak master strongman has fallen!

"Father!"

Di Hao burst into tears, carrying the Jiuzhou Dragon Sword, and stumbled and ran over.

With a plop, he knelt on both knees.

With trembling hands, Di Hao gently touched the old face, and the turbid tears fell.

"Father...I..."

Emperor Hao fell into endless grief.

He never called Mang Father.

Until Mang died, he could not hear a sound.

He stood up slowly, Di Hao looked at everyone in front of him, his eyes were scarlet, and he cried and laughed: "Hahaha... you damn dragons! You damn! I am defeated, defeated!"

Jiuzhou Dragon Sword pointed directly at Xu Yi, and the empress's facial features were twisted: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! How good is it that you died obediently on Shura Mountain? Everything will follow my plan! You deserve to die! Do you deserve to die!"

Xu Yi was too lazy to answer his stupid question.

The energy flowed through Di Hao's body, and the powerful combat power of the fifth-grade master level rushed towards him.

But Emperor Hao did not attack.

He was completely disappointed and shouted to the sky: "The heaven is unfair!"

Slaughtering suicide with a sword!

laugh!

Warm blood was thrown, and blood flowed from Di Hao's neck, shaking his body, but he was holding the Nine Heavens Dragon Sword and refused to fall.

"You, no one is worthy of killing me! I don't deserve..."

Di Hao lost his breath, his pupils had spread and were no longer focused.

But even so, his eyes still glared at the dim sky.

The cool breeze caresses gently.

Nearly two million people were dead silent.

It took a long time, long time.

The white clothes fell to the ground, the golden light on his body dissipated, and the dragon eyes on his head closed and disappeared without a trace.

A ray of sunshine pierced through layers of darkness and fell on the huge school ground in front of the Golden Palace.

Sprinkle on everyone.

Everyone looked up at the sky and saw a scorching sun slowly rising into the sky, and felt like a different world.

Before I knew it, the night passed.

Pick, snap, snap.

The footsteps were slowly sounding, and in this silence, it was clearly heard.

Where everyone's eyes gathered, a majestic figure was wearing a golden five-clawed golden dragon emperor robe and a golden dragon crown. His face was peaceful and he was powerful without anger.

The illusory golden dragon slowly lingered around him, winding around him.

The Dragon Emperor’s Qi!

"Greetings to the Lord!"

In the tsunami of mountains and rivers, soldiers knelt on one knee.

One by one, the strong men in the Grandmaster realm knelt on one knee.

Xu Yi looked at Di Jiu deeply, and Mu Tian’s spear turned into light and disappeared. He bowed his hands and bowed slightly: “Greetings to the Lord.”

"Welcome to the Lord."

Chen Zhuo and Qiu Hentian both bowed their bodies and bowed.

Winter also does not kneel.

"No gift."

Emperor Jiu spoke lightly, but his voice was like a big bell, spreading all over the world.

Under the gaze of everyone, he said nothing, walked straight into the Golden Palace, climbed up the steps, sat down on the golden dragon chaise, straightened his back, and said calmly: "Southern border, northern border, Xiyuan, and three districts, soldiers cleaned the battlefield."

"Here!"

"All the masters and strong men, wait for a moment."

"yes……"

"The Twelve Pavilion Masters, all civil and military officials, have returned." Di Jiu said again.

At this time, on the picturesque Bashan County of Yizhou Province, the twelve Pavilion Masters and civil and military officials led by Yan Hong were so excited that they trembled all over and stepped into a fighter plane one after another.

Soon, the fighter plane broke through the air and flew towards the capital.

In the Golden Palace, Di Jiu did not open his mouth anymore and closed his eyes like a sculpture.

Xu Yi walked towards Baiyi step by step.

Much attention.

That peerless fairy face still makes people feel dazed and not very real.

Baiyi stood there pretty, and when Xu Yi arrived in front of him, he pursed his lips slightly: "Liar."

"Hmm?" Xu Yi was surprised.

"You said that I showed my true face, and it would make people blood splash at five steps, fake." Baiyi said.

Xu Yi pointed to the bloodstains all over the ground: "Look, are you only five steps? At least five hundred steps."

Bai Yi rolled her eyes, raised her hand and wiped it on her face.

Xu Yi quickly looked and grabbed the soft Yi, and said calmly: "No need to cover up, everyone in the world has seen it."

"What if there is another 500 steps of blood splattering?"

"Not to mention five hundred steps, five thousand steps, and fifty thousand steps, I can withstand it."

When Baiyi pursed her lips and smiled, the sun seemed to be a little dimmed.

Countless people looked at Baiyi with reverence.

"The King of Southern is so blessed." Chen Zhuo smiled.

Qiu Hentiandao: "A woman who is so extraordinary is also in harmony with Tianlong. The mysterious origin of her life is probably not something Xu Mutian can afford."

Chen Zhuo looked at him squintedly: "You are just envious and jealous, and you talk so much nonsense."
To be continued...