Chapter 4067

It was no wonder the three envoys of the Underworld would be so incredulous.

Because this scene, if seen by anyone else.

Would absolutely not believe their own eyes.

An Emperor Realm expert, resisting a strike from a Mythical Emperor.

This in itself was like a myth.

"Hmm?"

The Nine-Slaying Demon Emperor, whose expression was originally cold, also showed a change, his gaze carrying a trace of strangeness.

Even if he was only a wisp of true spirit, even if he was only a finger's...

"Ye'er, how could you do such an outrageous thing?" Although the Emperor had never liked Nangong Ye, he had never thought he would be so bold. It seemed he had still let his guard down.

Feihu stood up and said loudly on purpose: "Yes, and washed it for me." As soon as Chen Sisi heard this, the backrest in her hand flew over.

The white-robed man asked three questions in a row, his tone indifferent, giving people a sense of superiority from high above.

With a scream, Feihu picked up Wang Yun horizontally and threw her directly onto the big bed. With a earth-shattering toss, the two people in the room stuck together like glue.

"Since you saw it, don't complain to me." It was clearly he who didn't go to get it himself, and now he was blaming her instead? Yuan Ji wouldn't fall for his tricks.

Roughly counting, there were about 120 or 130 people. With so many Earth-level experts, was this a martial arts assembly?

"Ling Yu Wei, you beat us like this, and you actually say you don't remember what happened?" Shen Birou only thought about Ling Yu Wei hitting them, but didn't think about who the real culprit was in this matter.

"Flower Demon Lord, you are so wise and martial, it's truly fascinating. I've decided, from now on I'll follow you." She swayed with every step, her chest trembling and flapping.

Deng, deng, deng, Song Yuanqiao was momentarily overcome with anger, leaning backward step by step. The three people on the side saw this and hurriedly supported Song Yuanqiao so he wouldn't fall down.

Ye Cheng was so old, how could he go down, and once down, how could he get out? Feihu was worried again. Standing in front of the window, just as he was at his wit's end, he saw Yingzi stretch an arm-thick bamboo pole to the window. When Feihu saw it, he was overjoyed. No wonder she went down early; it turned out Yingzi went down to find tools.

Thinking of this, Xing Luo unobtrusively came to Duan Liuming's side and told his master about his worries.

Several people came to a newly built pavilion to sit down. Ding Huaian, Qu Dao, and others also sat by to accompany them. Chatting about their respective encounters, they were all filled with emotion. The Mangshan Twin Sages, however, didn't care about these things. The two guys had great supernatural powers; with a sniff of their noses, they actually dug out Luo Yu's hidden wine and opened it to drink heartily without any politeness.

After the divine sense made contact, a smile appeared in Ye Zilu's eyes. These rays of light carried strong mental attacks, making your head dizzy and immediately entering an illusion world. Ordinary people, of course, went without saying; after being attacked, they turned into idiots within a second, and then turned into powder under the divine energy attack.

Ye Zilu knew deeply that this simplicity was only because his own vision was not enough. Who could say for sure that the material of that prayer mat wasn't some kind of supreme divine treasure of the God Realm? That low table whose quality couldn't be seen might be exchanged for countless immortal artifacts if taken to the Immortal Realm.

At this moment, the sky was faintly bright, the morning stars had not yet retreated, and except for the monks on night watch and early morning cleaning, everything in the Wuxiang Palace seemed calm, and the two were not questioned by anyone.

"Yes!" Tang Jin didn't even think about it this time. He didn't know if this penetration skill could let him pass through walls... but passing through walls didn't seem to have any effect now.

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Subduing the Thunder God in one move, with only one Deputy God left to subdue, Ye Zilu felt no pressure, and the Wind God in front of him was clear and pure. His heroic spirit was compelling. How many people could still radiate a dignified fighting spirit when facing an enemy much stronger than themselves? And still be so neither humble nor pushy?