Chapter 172 (1/2)

Shenzhou vast land, western regions, Yunzhong City, Yu palace.

In the splendid chamber of political affairs in Jinbi, on the throne originally belonged to the empty emperor, there was a young feather race sitting on it. The six wings on the back were slightly shrunk, and their faces were as beautiful as ever. But on their faces, they were full of anger and dissatisfaction. The sound of drinking was heard all over the hall:

”what can I do for you? They are all a bunch of rubbish. The ninth brother and the ninth brother can't find it. What about the old eight? Tell me, where has Lao Ba gone? Where has Lao Ba, who is respected by his father, been hidden

If you pay close attention to it, you will find that the huge conference hall is a bit empty. The number of people kneeling under the throne has shrunk by more than half compared with before. Moreover, most of them are young people, and each one is silent.

”Get out of here. If you can't find Mr. eight tomorrow, you'll all come back with your heads.”

As soon as the roar of the three emperors of the Empire, whose face was distorted, had just fallen, a crackling sound broke out around the Council hall. All of us suddenly looked up and saw that the portraits of the feather emperors of different dynasties were hanging around the hall, which began to crack from the beginning to the end, covered with the scars of centipedes.

The third prince took a breath of cold air, then roared wildly:

”the sun empire forbids martial arts and calls God by force. What is the father doing

How dazzling is the divine light of a real God coming in flesh?

Within the square wall of the round mound of the White Emperor Palace, this question has been answered. It is as dazzling as the light emitted by the nuclear bomb explosion. The colorful glass city has been unable to stop the holy light from sweeping outward. It seems that there is a huge bright holy sun in the whole holy capital city, which is reflected on the faces of human friars.

Standing in the void, the snow goddess's vague face is dignified. All the great masters sitting at the top of the desk all stood up in an instant. Zhao Yu, who helped the old empress dowager, felt that the old man around him had a few coughs.

The most important thing is that Wu, who originally closed his eyes and crossed the eighth heaven, opened his eyes and did not continue to lift his feet forward. Instead, he took a step backward for the first time, leaving blood in the corners of his mouth. The ocean composed of one yuan of heavy water was directly approaching an inch inward, only three feet away from Wu Hou.

The holy light gradually shrinks inward, and the whole southwest of the White Emperor Palace returns to normal, revealing the scene inside.

A slender figure three times the size of an ordinary human gradually becomes clear. His face is also covered by a layer of holy light. The wings behind him are hideous. They grow behind him and block out the sun. His right hand is holding the throat of the empty emperor and gently lifting the latter. It is difficult to distinguish between male and female. The majestic and shocking voice comes from the Holy Light:

”Yuzu, yes You disturb my slumber and force me to call here

At this time, the emperor Kong, who forced to use the Empire's ten thousand years of information to call God, was dying, and his life was almost dim. However, he was smiling and grinning, and the blood was constantly gushing out. The blood was soaked in the gums and the neck. Then he looked at the vague God and said faintly: ”I, the 17th emperor of the sun empire, please be the Lord of glory to the great Xia God The capital was destroyed. ”

”What do you say?”

There was a rare inquiry in the tone of the Lord of glory.

The empty emperor opened his mouth wider and said slowly, word by word:

”please let the Lord of glory perish in summer.”