Chapter 4727

Sword matchless is covered with black lines. Looking at the magnificent posture of the heaven, I'm afraid he really wants to go straight to the old nest of real Wuyang. I'm afraid he's powerless.

"I didn't want to smash it. You misunderstood." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, and then said the whole story roughly.

At last, there was a silence in the bowl, and then a burst of uncontrollable excitement broke out.

"Great, little friend, you can continue to maintain a relationship with that laoshizi little emperor and gain trust. When our three emperors recover one day, you can directly smash the nest of old man zhenwuyang. It's very convenient and fast!"

"No, not very good." Jian Wushuang twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"Little friend, don't have too much psychological pressure, just act as usual, brush more sense of existence, and leave the rest to us!"

“……”

"It really saves a lot of Kung Fu. I can't think of it anyway. We're right next to him!"

"Shh, keep quiet. We must not expose our breath next. Everything is up to the little friend."

"Little friend, take care of yourself next. Don't call us out unless you have to. We can keep our energy."

Jian Wushuang still wanted to talk. The cork of the bowl Yang bottle was closed directly, and there was no chance at all.

He smiled bitterly.

Just then, Chen Qing's voice sounded from outside the imperial chariot, "brother Jian, it's time for us to get off."

The sword answered, and then took the spring and autumn out of the Royal chariot.

Stepping on the vast cloud, Chen Qing took the lead in running over and said with a loud smile, "brother Jian, how do you feel?"

Looking around, the sword had no double chin and said, "it's quite good."

With their conversation, a statue came by riding a crane, a royal sword, or a royal chariot, and gathered in front of the gate of heaven.

Looking around, there is no exception. It is all the realm of Yanxian.

Among the vast clouds, countless rainbow shadows of colorful lotus peaks complement each other. In the center of the nine boundless celestial worlds, there is a boundless Avenue paved by you Yun.

Nearly a hundred figures have gathered outside the Tianmen gate.

Under the guidance of the thin purple robe, the little emperor, dressed in a blood stained imperial dress, walked slowly down the imperial chariot.

The more than 100 Yan immortals who were also waiting here looked at each other one after another after seeing the somewhat embarrassed little emperor, and then all looked unwilling and said, "have you seen the little emperor."

Without looking at those perfunctory Yan immortals, the little emperor walked towards the sword matchless with a slight vanity.

"Brother Jian, follow me."

Jian Wushuang nodded, looked around again, and stood behind the little emperor.

There were only six Yan immortals left, and one ancestor level followed him. He didn't even have a guard of honor.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed figure of the little emperor, the more than 100 Yan immortals are meaningful and different.

The guards of the Tianmen gate are guarded by dozens of Yan immortals dressed in silver helmets.

At first, the two Yan immortals crossed their axes and bowed their hands and said, "I've seen the little emperor. The emperor has orders. I can't wait until the time comes..."

Before the words were finished, the angry little emperor suddenly raised his foot without warning and directly kicked the two Yan immortals out.

"Get out of here!" The little emperor said gloomily, and then strode into the gate of heaven, but no one dared to stop it.

The two Yan immortals who were kicked away were disheartened and embarrassed to stand in place.

The sword matchless waved and threw the axes scattered on the ground to them. Then he paced with the little emperor and stepped on the supreme road together.

The figure waiting outside the gate of heaven began to talk in a low voice.

One of the elders, a man with big hair and a man, held a dust brush and snorted coldly, "he is more and more domineering. In my opinion, after this banquet, the position of the little emperor should be corrected by the childe!"

"I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue. If your words are introduced into the ears of the little emperor, it's estimated that you won't be able to figure out the heaven, you'll be subjected to two swords."

One of them, a middle-aged man with extraordinary charm, seemed not to deal with the old man with crane hair and eyebrows, and responded with a sneer.

The old man named Fu Jie's face changed slightly. It seemed that he thought of something, stopped talking and closed his eyes to meditate.

At this moment, another imperial chariot is gathered in front of the gate of heaven.

On these Royal chariots, they are marked with different fonts.

In front of the first ten Royal chariots, the "correction" flag hunts in the wind.

Then, a man dressed in white and plain imperial clothes strolled out of the imperial chariot.

Seeing this, a group of Yan immortals who were standing separately hurried forward and arched their hands, "I've seen the second childe."

The handsome young man, dressed in plain imperial clothes, looked at the Royal chariot with the "Yan" flag, and then looked at the Yan immortals who came to greet him with a smile, "you immortal families, correct with the childe and go to heaven."

"Promise." A crowd of Yan immortals agreed with a smile in their eyebrows and eyes.

As the childe entered the heaven, dozens of imperial chariots came together.

In front of these Royal chariots, they all have their own characters.

"Feather, modesty, ink, Hua, Lin." this is not the only one.

The figure and complexion of walking slowly out of the car in court clothes are different. After laughing with each other, they step into the gate of heaven with their partners around them.

Walking on this supreme Road, jianwushuang feels that the derivative force in his body is renewing and transforming at a perceptible speed.

At the same time, the voice of supreme authority, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, resounded through the whole heaven.

"The heaven is open, all immortal families, please take your seats in turn."

Jian Wushuang looked up at the front. In the front of the supreme Avenue was the magnificent heaven.

Since the little emperor woke up, his face was very gloomy, and his hostility was as solid as substance. It seemed that this time he went not to dinner, but to fight.

On the way here, after the interception, the clothes of jianwushuang and others were somewhat damaged and bloodstained. They looked very angry.

Pacing forward, I don't know the time geometry. When the Tianting with thousands of waterfalls appeared in front of everyone, a Hongqiao connected the heaven from the Tianting, magnificent and magnificent.

There are more than a hundred leading children walking on the Hongqiao bridge, with red lips and white teeth. No one would expect that these children are the most powerful top practitioners.

"AMI has seen the little emperor." First, a little girl flew into the arms of the little emperor and grinned.

At this point, the hostility of the little emperor was restrained.

"Little Amitabha, have you been lazy during my absence?" His complexion eased a lot, holding the little girl and walking slowly.

The little girl tilted her head and said, "Amitabha, I'm a little lazy. After all, practice is very boring. You see, I've lost a lot of hair for this."