MTL - Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

"Jokes, a district in the realm of casting, actually dare to control me?" Xuan Mingyu sneered, "give me down!"

The disciplinary disciple was unmoved and said: "This is the Holy Land of Heaven, and anyone must act according to the rules!"

"Emperor?" Xuan Mingyu laughed again. "It’s a joke. What kind of cat and dog can the heavenly emperor call?"

"Bold!" The disciples immediately spoke. .

"Looking for death?" Xuan Mingyu suddenly released his own breath, which is holy.

The disciplinary disciples suddenly felt that the chest was like a pound of boulder, so that he could not breathe completely, his face was pale and pale.

"Give you a chance to live, kneel!" Xuan Mingyu said coldly.

"I don't think so!" I didn't expect this rotating disciple to be extremely hard, and refused directly.

"I thought I didn't dare to kill you?" Xuan Mingyu snorted, and the breath released suddenly increased by a hundred times. Oh, the left arm of the disciplinary disciples suddenly burst.

"Is it not?" Xuan Mingyu showed a cruel smile, and he was not tired of playing such a game.

"Dare to be a murderer in the Jiuyang Holy Land, you are dead!" The disciples are not afraid.

He Madd!

Xuan Mingyu feels very uncomfortable. It is just a small person who casts a dynasty. How hard is it?

"Hey!" He slammed another finger, and the other arm of the disciples was smashed.

"How?" he asked again. "If you don't kneel down to me, every piece of skin and every bone in your body will be smashed like this! And I promise you, next, I will be slow and slow. Make sure you have enough time to play with you!"

"Hello, enough!" At this moment, a voice rang out and walked out of the mountains alone.

"Who are you?" Xuan Mingyu looked at the man.

"The Emperor of the Heavenly Emperor, the night," said the man.

"The night?" Xuan Ming Yu said, can not help but laugh out, "You should call the brain disabled, actually dare to call me to stop, how come you have the courage?"

"You have violated the law promulgated by the Emperor of Heaven, and now you are ready to squat, and you can also take the opportunity to go from light to light." The night faintly said.

"Ha ha ha!" Xuan Mingyu laughed again, but there was no smile on his face. "You are really one and one enough. What is the Emperor, you can't say anything."

He looked at the disciples who were on duty: "I am going to kill this person now, you have the ability to stop me, then what the Emperor of Heaven has the ability to stop me!"

"The stubbornness!" The hand of the night was shaking, and there was already a sword in his hand.

Brush, he attacked Xuan Mingyu, but Xuan Mingyu just waved out, oh, the night was shocked and flew out, then Xuan Mingyu took another shot against the disciples, oh, the disciple immediately It was photographed with blood and blood.

"Wow!" The night fell to the ground, spurting blood.

"Hey, what the Emperor!" Xuan Mingyu took a sip, his face was disdainful.

A saint can sweep the mountain gate, which is also called the Emperor?

The night was struggling to climb up. Today is too clever. Ling Han is just traveling, and the great emperors have been establishing order outside. There is no strong person in the village.

In fact, the Jiuyang Holy Land has long been the main class of Xingyu Zhongba. No one dares to provoke it. Who can think that a saint will suddenly come over today?

"Since I can't stop it, is there still a sense of existence in this place?" Xuan Mingyu sneered, "Let me flatten it!"

When he shouted, he bombarded the mountains in front of him and smashed it with a single blow.

boom!

The power of terror surpassed, and then the mountains remained as if they had not been attacked at all.

This!

Some of Xuan Mingyu’s face couldn’t be hanged. Just now she was so confident and full of results. As a result, she did not even cause damage. What made him feel so embarrassed?

"There was a protection of the Emperor!" His mouth curled up. "But can this stop me?"

Oh, just then, a strong breath passed.

"Who would dare to come to my Jiuyang holy place to let go?" Hey, a figure fell, and the prestige was pervasive.

Xuan Mingyu looked at the other side: "What are you?"

The man snorted: "The disciple of the Emperor of Heaven, Ding Ping!"

“Oh?” Xuan Mingyu’s eyes lit up. “I’m killing your interest now.”

Ding Ping's brow wrinkles, is this person a neuropathy?

The Emperor and the emperors have been cured for many years. The nearby neuropathy should be cured. If they are not cured, they will not dare to come. How come they ran out?

"Dead!" Xuan Mingyu killed Ding Ping.

Ding Ping has no fear, and fights with Xuan Mingyu.

During these hundreds of years, Ling Han also guided his apprentices.

You must know that Ling Han has become a self-contained person, and you can create things with a thought. Even the mother's gold can be created out of thin air. What treasure medicines can't be taken out?

Therefore, his disciples have made remarkable progress, but for hundreds of years, they have stepped into the holy world.

However, if you want to go further, it is impossible, limited to talent, they can not set foot on the emperor.

This means that even if Ling Han has an endless source of life, Ding Ping will die one day.

This time, Ling Han does not intend to accept who will enter the inner world.

It is a natural law to live and die, and he does not want to destroy.

The two saints fought fiercely, although they set off an astonishing wave of battle, but here was reinforced by the cold, it is the sacred battles and only a few stones, can not cause great damage.

Slowly, Ding Ping took the upper hand.

Xuan Mingyu can't believe that with his noble status, everyone is a nine-star saint. Why is he not as good as the other?

However, this is the case. His disadvantages are getting bigger and bigger, and he is already on the verge of defeat.

"No. 4!" Xuan Mingyu finally could not help but snorted.

Suddenly, the mysterious man standing behind him and moving all over the black body finally moved, and reached out and pressed to Ding Ping.

This press, the emperor is pervasive, I am afraid that there is no name!

Ding Ping was shocked, this is actually a great emperor!

He is only a saint who is strong again. Don't say that he is against the great emperor. It is impossible for the great emperor to block it.

Fortunately, this is the holy land of Jiuyang.

"Come on!" He snorted, and immediately flew out a light in the mountains, turning it into a sword of light and smashing it out of Ding Ping's hand.

Hey!

The sword of light smashed on the wrist of the black man, and although it collapsed immediately, it also blocked the black man.

Ding Ping couldn't believe that the great man, actually, followed a saint?

Moreover, even if it is today's prosperous world, the world's great emperors stand side by side, but the heaven and earth environment still cannot allow a new emperor to appear.

Is this the new emperor born in the original abyss?

But in any case, why is a great emperor to be commanded by a saint?

Too unreasonable, too unbelievable.