C580 (1/2)

In the small world of ten directions, the four divine realms united to hold up a powerful barrier and stare warily at the emperor of Chu in the distance. None of them thought that the small world that Hong Ling had condensed out could actually suppress the divine realm directly.

In this small world, all their contact with the outside world is cut off. Whether it is the divine consciousness, or the law, or even the resonance with the spiritual power, are perfectly isolated. Here, they can only vaguely sense the rising terror of the emperor of Chu in the distance.

”The emperor of Chu, the soldiers of the military Dynasty have come to Guanhai city. You, the king of subjugation, will not be able to resist in a desperate way! Surrender as soon as possible. We can ask your majesty for mercy and spare your life! ” The four deities braved the fear in their hearts and roared.

”It's not impossible for me to surrender!” Hong Ling reached out and wiped Yu Shen sword. In an instant, he and a god state flashed across the small world of ten directions. He reached out to catch the falling head and said to the remaining three friars, ”as long as you can send the head of Wu Huangji Changkong, then I completely accept your advice to surrender!”

”You...” All the people stopped talking and looked at his head with blood on his hand in disbelief. ”So you Hongling is going to kill us?”

Bang! After shaking the head on her left hand with Qi, Hong Ling raised her eyebrows: ”I can't say that. After all, I still want to be reasonable! So, here's a chance for you. One of the three of you will survive. So, kill each other. I can let go those who survive and promise not to kill him! ”

”Well?” The three monks looked at each other and seemed to have doubts about the emperor's words, ”how can we trust you? How can people like you feed tigers?”

”Think too much!” Hong Ling disdained to look at the three people, ”in my eyes, you are not a tiger! At best, it's just a dog from fairyland. How can you be afraid of me for thousands of years? ”

Silence! A long silence made the whole world quiet. The three monks looked at each other and quietly opened the distance. Obviously, they have already understood that they are not the opponents of the emperor of Chu. When they reached their level of practice, they wanted to survive.

”It seems that the three are still moving a little bit!” Hong Ling flicked his fingers on the Yu Shen sword, and the pleasant sound of metal chattering came out far away, ”then, you can start performing!”

Brush! The three friars burst out at the same time, but Qi Qi shot directly at him. As masters of the divine realm, they naturally have their own pride. Even though the heart will be afraid of death, but can not kill each other. Otherwise, even if the emperor of Chu let them go, the terrible Empress Wu would not give up.

”Not willing to fight their own people, so chose the most tragic way to die?” It seems that there are three people in front of him to sweep the sword, which makes him appreciate the world.

Keng! The God of rain immediately blocked the attack of the three men and hit them with their bodies. He stood in the air, and his body slowly coagulated with a cold wind and snow. When the three men had not yet returned to God, he set out again and crossed a sacred realm.

Click! CLICK! The monk who passed him was frozen into ice by the snow. Hong Ling's body did not stop, once again reached out to condense a stream of quicksand. Without looking around, he raised his hand and pressed back.

Bang! The sword that appeared in the heart of the empress of the great Chu people was repulsed by quicksand, but it was entangled by the power of a yellow earth law. The law swims rapidly, turning into a poisonous snake and biting on the Friar's wrist.

In a flash, the monk's body was stiff, and there was a yellow halo on his arm. These halos quickly head up his arm and petrify his body. In the end, when Hong Ling and the remaining third friar fight, this man has been turned into a stone sculpture.

The sword light of senleng is constantly shining in the small world, just like snow lotus blooming in winter, covering the emperor of Chu. The last of the four monks tried his best to urge his own strength to separate Hongling from himself.

The emperor in white was so terrible that he didn't know how to survive. But even so, he still had to fight for it. It's a breath to live a little longer. Maybe the next moment is the time of miracle. At least, he's not dead, is he!

Hong Ling was just holding a sword and strolling in the bright flowers of the sword. From time to time, he used the sword in his hand or pointed or plucked to defuse the Friar's fierce attack. Among the ten small worlds, he is almost omnipotent. The monk of the divine realm is nothing but the mortal beings in this world.

Hiss! A sword cuts off the man's right arm holding the sword, and Hongling's left hand coagulates the sword finger on his chest. Ding! A pleasant metallic sound sounded, but he metallized his chest directly with the power of the golden rule.

”You have ten minutes left!” Hung Ling took up his sword and stood with his hands in the air. ”Within ten breath, whether you are dead or alive depends on your own choice.”

Brush! The monk didn't even have time to think about it. Before the ice sculpture, he turned his left hand and shot it. Bang! The frozen friar of the divine realm was broken into pieces of ice under his thick palm power. The body of the broken arm friar kept flashing and pressing his hand on the stone carving again.Boom! The broken stone fragments shot out towards the surroundings, which made the monk show a trace of happiness. Fortunately, he finally killed the other two companions within the time stipulated by the emperor of Chu.

”Your Majesty, I have survived your rules of the game, as you have asked. I don't know. Am I lucky to leave? ” The monk reluctantly piled up a kind smile and said to the emperor of Chu.

Hong lingrao looked at him with interest and nodded: ”of course, but before that, hand over your magic weapon and space ring!”