Chapter 409

"Terran emperor?"

Zhao Wuji was silly. He wore a nine dragon robe and hung in the air. For a moment, he was extremely embarrassed, and his heart was even more frightened.

Although he has the emperor to support him, the three emperors are the real emperors of the human race. They exist at the same level as the emperor. Even when the emperor ruled the three realms, he had to ask the emperor for his opinions.

Moreover, according to a certain legend, the former Tianmen gate was smashed by Emperor Zhuanxu.

Zhao Wuji counseled in the face of the three emperors with human royalty.

If he doesn't, he has to. Who can suppress the existence of Qi luck?

Although they no longer suppress the humanitarian movement and let them freely choose who can become the emperor, the prestige of the three emperors among the Terrans is more popular than the emperor of heaven.

The eyes of the three emperors were cold and ruthless, like a blade.

Shennong, who had a long horn on his head, took back his eyes, sighed slightly, shook his head, turned and disappeared.

The crowd was stunned: "what does this mean?"

"I saw the meaning of anger in Shennong's eyes. Is it an illusion?" someone whispered.

They are ignorant and forced, and Zhao Wuji is even more ignorant and forced, which denies him?

In a hurry, he shouted, "the earth emperor, stay!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the figures of emperor Fuxi and Yanhuang Suiren were also fading.

Obviously, Zhao Wuji must know that some of his actions have aroused the dissatisfaction of the three emperors.

But what's your dissatisfaction? Just say it. I can't change it?

What do you mean by shaking your head and leaving?

After the complete disappearance of the three emperors, Zhao Wuji's face became worse. Before, the Taiqing sage in the Taiqing palace did not let him find it.

Now he inexplicably hated the three emperors, making him feel as if he was getting farther and farther away from the throne of the emperor?

"Your Majesty must not be anxious. There are countless sacred heavens. Although the three emperors are not on your side, the humanitarian spirit is no longer suppressed. Whether your majesty can become a human emperor is beyond the control of the three emperors!"

"Moreover, their lower bound is also to seek vitality in the disaster, so there are many opportunities!"

Among the four heavenly kings, magic Liqing, the heavenly king holding the country, explained the current situation for him.

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly to express his understanding.

He stared down at the kneeling princes, nobles and people and said, "get up!"

"Thank you, your majesty!"

Obviously, the mood of the people is not as high as it was just now.

"Go, go back to the Palace first and discuss how to remove the poisonous sting at the foot of Lishan Mountain!"

With a wave of Zhao Wuji's big sleeve, he turned into a divine light and disappeared.

The eight immortals and 50000 heavenly soldiers stationed outside the palace of Chang'an city.

"Hey, an immortal came to Chang'an!" Zhao Ling stood under the jujube tree in the backyard and stared at one of the green jujubes!

"What's the matter with heaven and earth? First, the immortals appeared, then the demons appeared, and then the supreme emperor grasped the government again. Now even the immortals have come to Chang'an!"

Zhao Ling whispered. He stared at the high wall and thought, can't he go out again?

Just as he hesitated, the door of the backyard was suddenly opened by a gust of wind.

He was stunned. He quickly looked at the four men guarding him in the hospital and found that the four men fell asleep with their eyes open.

And snoring is a little noisy.

But he didn't care to pick his ears at the moment, because it was obviously unusual. At least the four men were strong fighters. How could they fall asleep together?

Boom!

The crisp sound sounded at the gate of the backyard.

Then a bald head appeared in front of the backyard door out of thin air. The Buddha light on his head was shining, and the golden wheel was dazzling, just like the light of the hot sun.

"Bald? Ah, it's a monk!" Zhao Ling realized the mistake in his words and quickly corrected it.

He stared at the bald head that suddenly appeared in his backyard and asked vigilantly, "monk, why are you in my backyard?"

He mobilized his own aura and began to prepare to run. If he guessed right, I'm afraid the whole palace has been settled now?

The monk is kind-hearted. He holds a golden bowl in his left hand and a Zen stick in his right hand. There is no scar on his head, but he feels like facing a flood and beast, which is very heavy.

The cassock flew up, and Zhao Ling saw the pattern of tiger claws from the skin on the monk's arm.

Oh! I'm still a monk protected by a spirit beast!

Just the first sentence of his mouth made Zhao Ling feel very strange.

I saw the fat guy's mouth, and the golden bowl and Zen stick in his hand were directly thrown aside by him, jingling!

Then he took three steps and two steps, ran to Zhao Ling's face, grabbed his shoulder with thick knuckles, picked him up with excitement and began to spit.

"Dragon subduing? Are you dragon subduing? I have found you!"

"Hiss! Let go, it's broken!" Zhao Ling stared, and tears came out at that time.

He shrunk his neck and gasped. He felt as if he had been clamped by two pliers. He was in sharp pain all over.

The great monk realized his mistake when he heard the speech. He immediately looked embarrassed and grabbed Zhao Ling's hands and let go.

Boom!

Zhao lingteng was thrown by this when he was empty, and immediately fell to the ground with a stroke and a crack.

His face turned white and he felt as if his feet had twisted!

The accumulated anger in his chest finally exceeded his reason.

Immediately roared: "you monk, it's really not light or heavy. What on earth did you come for? Ah? Were you sent by heaven to torture me?"

Seeing the big monk's guilt on his face, he also came towards him: "Amitabha, junior brother, I'm excited for a moment. Don't blame senior brother!"

Looking at the coming monk, Zhao Ling tightened his heart and tried to stand up, but his arms were weak and his feet could not support him. He could only keep pedaling one leg back.

"Don't come here. I'm not a dragon subduer. My name is Zhao Ling. This is the palace. There are gods outside. If you kill me here, I tell you, you can't get out of Chang'an city!"

Zhao Ling spoke out all the information he knew directly, just to see that the other party was afraid.

Looking at Zhao Ling, who screamed like a pig, the big monk shook his head. It seems that this guy was confused by the six samsaras, so he had to say, "I know there are immortals, so am I! I am a Buddhist immortal!"

Just then, the princess came.

His voice came all the way from the front and outside of the backyard, with a trace of excitement and pride: "Zhao Ling, I tell you, there are immortals in the Imperial Palace, and the supreme emperor has become an immortal!"

Although all the people in the palace were settled, he didn't live legally from outsiders. Moreover, his mind was focused on Zhao Ling, and he didn't notice the princess who came to visit Zhao Ling.

PA, a figure suddenly appeared on the wall in the backyard. He was hanging on the wall and wanted to fly down, but he saw a scene that made her stare.

Zhao Ling lay obliquely on the ground, counselling his shoulders, crying and moving one leg.

There was a burly bald head in the direction of his feet, with an evil grin on his face, approaching Zhao Ling constantly. He looked as obscene as he wanted.