Chapter 4748

There was silence in the heaven. The sword looked at him and said, "I'm not wrong. Naturally, there's no way to talk about punishment."

Zhenwu Yang said in a deep voice, "the heaven is not allowed to dye blood, but you killed more than ten Yan immortals. Do you see the rules of the heaven as nothing?"

The sword is unparalleled and calm. "If I don't have to die to frighten them, I can't stand here now. If people don't offend me, I don't have to pay attention to it, but if people offend me and erase the threat, it's the best choice."

"I don't think it's a threat. It's not a threat in another place, whether in heaven or anywhere."

"All I can do is erase these threats by any means."

The heaven was so quiet that the needle could be heard. Only the unparalleled sound of the sword was recalling. All the elders looked at it.

They didn't expect that the guy who strongly suppressed all kinds of Yanxian in the world of heaven and wiped out the threat with his own strength actually had such similar words and behavior style.

Zhenwu Yang sat on the throne without saying a word and stared at the sword without expression.

At the same time, a great momentum came quietly in the heaven.

The sword felt an unspeakable heavy pressure on every inch of his skin, like 100000 sacred peaks.

He bit the tip of his tongue without trace, and even didn't use his derivative force. He resisted it with the force of his flesh.

The uncle Yu standing behind zhenwuyang also raised his turbid eyes and looked at jianwushuang, and then looked at his nose again.

The little emperor also noticed that his face was cold. He immediately took out the soft sword from his waist and cut off the pressure with a sword.

"Emperor father, we're tired. Let's finish explaining things quickly so that we can go to sleep... Face the wall." The little emperor took back his soft sword and looked at zhenwuyang angrily.

Looking at the little emperor who had no fear and no fear, zhenwuyang was surprisingly not angry and wanted to say something. Finally, he sighed and had no good airway, "get out."

The little emperor raised his eyebrows, then pulled his sword and was ready to leave.

"Wait," the dignified voice of zhenwuyang sounded again, "let Yu Chang supervise you to think about your mistakes, and save you from repentance."

The old man standing behind zhenwuyang nodded and took orders, walked towards them step by step, and then sent out an imprisonment with his left and right hands, tied up jianwushuang and xiaodijun directly, and then quickly left the Tianting hall and rushed to the listening platform.

When the body of the little emperor disappeared, a touch of loneliness flashed in zhenwuyang's eyes.

"The immortal family, it's rare for us to get together. Go to the moon invitation Pavilion and have a drink."

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"Uncle Yu, can you let me go? Although it's a reflection on the wall, you don't have to imprison personal freedom..."

In a beautiful place with thousands of peach blossoms and light wind, the two are bound together and sit in a pavilion with their backs against their backs.

Jian Wushuang was very depressed. He just killed ten or twenty Yan immortals and was punished here for ten years.

Although the scenery is excellent, it's uncomfortable to be trapped in this pavilion for ten years.

The little emperor, with his back against his back, was also helpless. He said some good words and failed to let Yu Bo free his imprisonment.

"Xiaodijun, ten years will be very fast. You should have a sleep." Uncle Yu raised his eyes and looked at them. Then he began to sit not far away.

When he saw that uncle Yu was already sitting, the little emperor pushed the sword without trace, and whispered, "I have a soft sword around my waist. You gently pull it out and cut the chain..."

The sword is unparalleled. When he hears the speech, he even starts to look at the waist of the little emperor.

"The sword is in my belt. Why do you touch it under my waist?"

"Mistake, my hand is a little numb... Don't move."

"Can I not move? That's my itchy meat."

……

After a hard struggle, jianwushuang finally pulled out the soft sword and cut off the chain of the little emperor.

After shaking his hand, xiaodijun got up and took the soft sword and cut off the chain on him.

"Come on, I'll take you to a good place." The little emperor showed a touch of pride, waved his hand and left with his sword.

Jianwushuang could not refuse. He looked back at Yu Bo, who was still sitting in Wu, and then left the pavilion with him.

Just as they left, Yu Bo slowly opened his eyes, reluctantly shook his head and continued to look at his nose.

They almost said that I was leaving. How could uncle Yu not find out? But he didn't stop them and let them leave.

As long as you don't listen to the wind platform, everything is safe.

Wandering in the peach blossom forest, jianwushuang's tense state of mind has also been a little relaxed.

From the mouth of the little emperor, I learned that almost half of all the luxurious Fairies in the nine celestial circles around the heaven live in this listening platform, and there are countless fairies who get the Tao.

After only a thousand steps, a peach fairy sitting on a peach branch held out a beautiful immortal wine.

"Brother Jian, how much wine do you drink?" He took down the two pots of peach blossom wine in the hands of Taoxian, and the little emperor directly stuffed it into jianwushuang's pot.

"Not bad." The sword was matchless and did not refuse. He held the fine ear wine pot high and drank it for a long time.

The wine line with light pink taste enters the throat, and the clear and sweet meaning is dispersed in the peach forest.

The little emperor smiled, also learning the unparalleled sword, held up the wine pot and drank it.

Although it seems that there is only one pot of peach blossom wine brewed by peach immortals, there is a cave in the pot, which contains at least a thousand kilograms.

Jian Wushuang drank about a hundred kilograms and then stopped. He felt transparent and could not say it was comfortable.

On the other hand, the little emperor Junru drank with the whale, and a pot of Qianjin wine was drunk by him.

"I said, don't you panic with such a drinking method?" Sword matchless inquired.

For their extraordinary Yan Xian, whether they are sincere or not, they can't get drunk.

Even if it is immortal wine, it is just a taste into the throat. It is not drunk.

But he looked at the little emperor who had a hazy meaning in his eyes and found that things were not so simple.

"No, you're drunk?" Sword matchless asked again.

The little emperor, whose face was a little red, shook his head slowly, "no, I'm not drunk. How can I get drunk when I'm just making peach blossom wine."

Listening to the voice of some big tongues, the sword was helpless and took the wine pot in his hand.

"Hey, little peach fairy, give me another pot of wine to age."

“……”

Jian Wushuang would never have thought that as an immortal, he could be drunk by the mere liquor.

"Don't drink you. You'll cause some trouble later. You'll be taken back again!"

A thousand jin of wine went into his stomach. Although the little emperor was still awake, his feet were already floating.