Chapter 922

"Empress? The phantom voice queen

All the evil owls in the main hall show a look of horror. This famous emperor in the middle ancient history is also a woman. Even today, when all the Heroes rise together, he has the power of terror.

The Emperor Ming of xuanming sect is closing. The ghost master has fallen. Who else can stop her?

"Bang!"

"Calm down, everyone!"

Meng Po stomped on her walking stick and tried to stabilize the scene.

However, the trembling sound in the void was even more terrifying, as if a peerless power was coming.

"Click!"

The void crumbled like a mirror, the hall was shocked, and the top of the hall made by heiming Shenjing was lifted directly.

Cut off by a sharp sword!

She is wearing a bright yellow robe and a crown of the emperor. Her skin is frosty and snowy. Her eyes are as bright as autumn water. Her hair is as soft as black Tianhe. She is unrivalled and beautiful.

"The city of Hades is broken. Do you want to fight again?"

The empress looked coldly at the xuanming disciple below, with a mocking arc in her mouth.

That pair of eyes, such as the abyss can not be speculated, and as bright as the stars, the temperament is outstanding, the world is the only one underground.

Mengpo stepped out and said in a loud voice, "magic voice female emperor, you are so brave. If the Ming emperor is still alive, you dare to make such a disobedient move. You are not afraid that the Ming emperor will be born and completely destroy your magic voice?"

"Ha ~ ~"

The Empress smiles, revealing all kinds of customs.

It is also this smile that makes people feel awe inspiring. The air around seems to cool down instantly and condense into ice. It makes people feel like falling into an ice cave.

She said in a low voice: "today, when the eight religions gather, even if the Ming emperor leaves the pass, there is only one way to die. As for you, the sons and grandchildren of the Ming Dynasty, let's bury them together."

"Ha ha, what the empress said is reasonable!"

A loud voice came from the sky, just like the sound of thunderstorm. From nine days, the void suddenly broke into a hole and stepped on a dignified old man with purple hair.

"Purple emperor?"

Meng Po narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "do you want to be the enemy of xuanming sect?"

"Exactly."

The purple hair old man said, surrounded by thunder, as if the God of thunder was born.

"How can such a good thing be without me?"

There was another sound of breaking the air. More than a dozen zhundi with ghost amulets dragged a huge coffin to break the air. An old man with yellow amulets all over his body jumped out of the coffin.

At the moment of his appearance, all the space turbulence seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force.

"The leader of Jieling?"

Mengpo's heart sank again.

Soon after, all the strong members of the eight great religions had arrived.

There are also countless teams of holy places in the world, who are going to take advantage of the opportunity to have a share in the Ming emperor city.

After all, xuanming religion is a super religion that has suppressed the mainland for nearly a million years. It's hard to imagine its profound foundation.

"Empress, everyone is almost there. Can we do it now?"

Zihua Leidi said in a low voice, as if a thunder kingdom had risen from behind him.

The phantom voice empress was about to open her mouth when she suddenly looked at a void and said in a soft voice, "there are still people who haven't arrived."

The rest of the great masters also felt the abnormality, and Qi Qi looked at the void that the empress was looking at.

The calm void suddenly rippled and layers of ripples appeared. Then it broke into pieces, revealing a beautiful light gate.

A huge golden warship broke out of the air, as if cast in gold, with dense patterns carved all over it.

On the top of the warship, a three color flag was flying, with a huge word "sun" written on it. The sacred wind hunted and sent out the sound of wind and thunder, rolling over the sky. A strong sense of war came like the tide of the waves.

"The warship of the three gods?"

Everyone in the room couldn't help changing their faces.

In the eyes of the empress, the light flashed, and she leaned back slightly and said, "I don't know if the Japanese God's envoy is coming. I'm afraid that the empress is not welcome."

"The empress is polite. It's Ben who came uninvited. I hope I didn't disturb you."

The cruel voice came out from afar, and then came out, and flowers grew and swayed from her feet.

Behind her, powerful men like the high priest followed suit.

The cult leader's face changed slightly and said in a low voice, "do you three gods want to interfere in the affairs of the West famine?"

The cruel man glanced at him and said in a cold voice: "the world is so big, where can't I go?"

In the eyes of the cult leader, he felt a cold sweat rush up from his back and quickly looked away.

A cruel man alone is not enough to make him scruple.

Even with the high priests who once oppressed the mainland, they would not be the opponents of many religious leaders present.But the three color flag made them dare not be disrespectful.

Because that represents the dignity of Zhang Tian, the most powerful man in the mainland today!

After a little silence, the empress said: "today's grand meeting is to get rid of the xuanming cult and return a bright future to the mainland. As long as the Japanese envoys are not here to help xuanming sect, we will welcome them very much. "

"Of course." The cruel man showed a colorful smile, looked down at the xuanming sect below, and said in a cold voice: "the envoy also has a lot of hatred with xuanming sect. Today, it's just the same day."

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