Chapter 406 Long Live the Emperor

Two hours ago, Fairy Mountain.

Dark clouds cover the sky, the wind howls, and the fairy mountain is shrouded in some unknown aura.

The fairy mountain swordsmen looked solemn in front of the cave that sealed the long live emperor, and they all held the 'water-afraid' lightsabers in their hands.

Judging from the beads of sweat on their faces, the uneasy eyes, and the wet palms of their hands, they were very nervous.

The Sword Master, who had a wine gourd hanging around her waist, was no longer as lazy as before, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowning tightly.

For eighty years, this situation has never occurred in Fairy Mountain.

There is only one explanation for the occurrence of this situation. Long Live My Emperor is attacking the seal.

A voice sounded in the ears of the swordsmen.

"Boom...boom...boom."

It was the rhythmic heartbeat.

"boom!"

The sound of rumbling resounded throughout the world.

The fairy mountain exploded from the inside, and huge rocks scattered all over the world.

Substantial darkness quickly gathered in the disconnected fairy mountains.

The sword array that sealed the long live emperor's life turned into nothing, and a majestic figure appeared in the darkness.

The giant bat wings, as black as ink, were tumbling in the air, trying to tear the sky apart.

The huge figure loomed in the darkness, each hair beating like flames, and the eyes like abyss, revealing majesty, coldness, and boundless violence.

The plants on the fairy mountain withered in an instant, and the animals on the mountain wailed and lost their voices.

The darkness dissipated, and the true appearance of my long live emperor was revealed.

Sheep head, human body, bat wings, snake tail.

His whole body was pitch black, and his body was covered with dense runes.

Long Live My Emperor exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked up at the sky, and let out a blood-curdling roar.

All the clouds in the sky were blown away, and the wind did not dare to make a sound.

Several forces familiar to the sword master came from all directions.

The sword master's pupils were shaking, and he looked at my emperor in disbelief.

She saw many familiar demonic shadows in Long Live My Emperor.

Turtle, snake man, black dragon, woman, withered dog.

These are five evil disciples!

The aura of "long live my emperor" is rising steadily.

It looked at its giant claws, with a sinister smile on its lips:

"The strength is back.

No, not quite.

The soul of the phoenix, the memory of the lazy goat.

There are also some bugs that have stolen part of my power, but those bugs are fine. "

Those bastards are talking about human beings who have been grafted with spirituality.

They just took away the spirituality of the evildoers.

For my long live emperor, the value is far less than that of eating the flexible Meng Xing of the phoenix and the living goat.

Long Live My Emperor looked into the distance, seeming to see through time and space:

“The soul of the phoenix is ​​in him, and the memory of the goat is in another direction.

At this time, he was dragged by my clone, enough for me to take away the goat's memory. "

The soul of the Phoenix and the memory of the Lazy Goat are important to it.

Long live my emperor, he flaps his wings and prepares to fly in the direction of the gourd mouth.

"stop!"

The sound of scolding came, and the sword master held his sword in front of our emperor Long Live, his pretty face was cold:

"As long as the Fairy Mountain Swordsman is here, you can't leave the Fairy Mountain!"

The sword master felt guilty when he said this.

At this time, Long Live My Emperor is several times stronger than when he was at his peak!

The sword master is not even sure, long live my emperor or is it S level? !

Long live my emperor, bared his teeth and smiled:

"Sword Master of Immortal Mountain, let's catch up with old friends first!"

Long Live My Emperor stretched out his giant claws, and the demonic energy surged to the sky in an instant.

The sword master said sharply:

"Fairy Mountain Swordsman! Arrange the formation!

For this troubled world, for this world of innocent people! "

The swordsmen's eyes became firm:

"The command of the Sword Master!"

The swordsmen set up a fairy mountain sword formation, with countless runes floating in the air.

The sword energy shot out in all directions, the sound was huge, there was a faint roar of the green dragon, and the darkness was dispersed a lot.

Long Live My Emperor's eyes were instantly scarlet, and terrifying power erupted. . . . . .

A quarter of an hour passed.

The corpses of the fairy mountain swordsmen are walking in every corner of the fairy mountain.

The sword master half-knelt on the ground holding the broken sword, his face pale.

Disciple Dashan threw away the broken Water Fear Sword in his hand and hurriedly ran to help his master.

Long live my emperor, his eyes revealed and he teased:

"I don't want to see this kind of separation between life and death. You two can go as the wind blows."

The surging magic power erupted again. . . . . .

The mountain trembled and took off the gourd from the Sword Master's waist:

"Master, have some wine."

The sword master's eyes were ashen, but after hearing Dashan's words, his eyes regained some vitality.

She took the gourd in her white palm, tilted her head up and poured it into her mouth, with a touch of shocking red coming out of the corners of her mouth.

Dashan's face became increasingly pale. He took out a wad of money from his arms and handed it to the sword master:

"Master, spend money."

The sword master took the money and patted Dashan on the shoulder:

"A good disciple..."

Before he finished speaking, the sword master was stunned.

Dashan's body is like fragile paper ash, which falls apart when touched.

The sword master had no expression on his face as he took the wine gourd and poured strong liquor into his throat.

The wine gourd fell off and fell to the ground.

The wine gourd that had accompanied the Sword Master for hundreds of years also disappeared with the wind, and there was an old photo inside.

The photo showed a Taoist priest with beautiful features and a young girl carrying a sword on her back. They both smiled brightly and carelessly.

The sword master grinned freely:

"I said, I will help you even if I die to keep my emperor alive.

Smelly Taoist priest, I'm dead, I'm really sorry for not keeping an eye on you. "

The majestic body of Long Live Our Emperor froze for a moment, and its eyes revealed complex human emotions:

"If I lose, I will make everything go back to the way it was."

The Sword Saint could not hear this, her senses had disappeared.

She asked herself:

"Can monks really not marry?

You didn't answer my question eighty years ago.

Will you marry me?"

Her eyes were gradually shrouded in darkness, and her slender body dissipated with the breeze.

My Emperor Long Live covered his head, feeling a sharp pain:

"Damn goat, why is your power polluted by humans!"

My Emperor Long Live's humanity disappeared from his eyes, he stared fiercely into the distance, the giant bat flapped its wings, turned into a black streamer and disappeared in the fairy mountain.

. . . . . . .

Security Bureau, Director's Office.

The old Taoist priest sat on the futon, the old monk sat in a wheelchair, and there was a chess in front of them.

Buddha said with a smile:

"Another bad move! General! Junior brother, you lost again."

The old Taoist smiled bitterly:

"I'm old. I couldn't beat you when I was young."

Buddha rearranged the chess pieces:

"Why are you so uneasy?"

Buddha glanced at the nine copper coins on the altar:

"Returning to the arithmetic of unity takes a lot of energy.

The king of heaven is asking for life, the ghost emperor is calling for souls, and the three fortunes of heaven, earth and man are in great calamity.

Whose hexagram is this, and why is it so fierce."

The old Taoist deliberately avoided the question:

"It's irrelevant, let's continue playing chess."

Buddha smiled:

"You, as always, are too thoughtful. Gongzuo!"

The old Taoist picked up the cannon character, and suddenly trembled all over, and the chess piece in his hand fell to the ground.

His eyes were red, and he shook the tortoise shell that he had used countless times like crazy.

Ferocious, fierce, fierce, very fierce!

The old Taoist priest sat on the ground with his mouth moving and opening, making a sound of "uh uh".

He was trying to suppress himself and avoid crying.

Seeing that something was wrong, the old Buddhist priest asked sternly:

"Brother! Whose hexagram is this!"

The old Taoist priest breathed rapidly, like a fish dying of thirst. Finally, he swallowed his saliva and a tear rolled out of his eye socket.

He looked towards the direction of the fairy mountain and trembled his lips:

"Okay."

Hearing this word, the old Buddhist priest grabbed the wheelchair in panic and fell off the wheelchair.