Chapter 182 (1/2)

During the fierce battle between the master of glory and the female saint of the snow plain, Zhao Yu had a dialogue in his mind.

”Taiping, do you think I have a chance to kill this so-called Lord of glory?”

The original chatter suddenly stopped talking, as if to encounter something extremely shocking, for a time speechless.

”Very unlikely, right?”

The voice of the youth was not discouraged, and it was steady as usual.

”It's impossible. You're just the top of the virtual world.”

Shan Haitu's childish voice sounded, which seemed a little surprised. Then he continued: ”although you slaughtered a saint in Wan Wan Cheng, it is only a half saint. Moreover, her death has nothing to do with you. The key to kill her is the sword flying immortal in wanjian Pavilion and the collapse of the road after the failure of becoming a saint. And you can live because of your good luck Or you have a lot of cards. In fact, you can't die that time, because I was watching in the sky

”You're closer to me this time.” Zhao Yu spoke lightly.

”It's different this time. The Qi of the national fortune of the imperial seal is consumed too much. If it continues to be consumed, it will directly damage the foundation of the great Xia Dynasty. Therefore, I can't absorb it any more. Moreover, your cultivation is too shallow to bear my operation. I can't kill a god of land God and fairyland at one stroke.”

”But I really want to kill him myself. Even if it's impossible, I'll try.”

The boy's serious voice was persistent, and he did so. So he turned his head slightly and asked the old empress dowager:

”this time, can I come by myself?”

”Are you bewildered? What can you do to block a God? Besides, you can't kill him. That kind of state is beyond your imagination. Even if you stab him in the heart with a knife ten thousand times, it doesn't have any effect. The only way that can kill the Holy Spirit is the Tao itself. You don't even touch the surface of Tao. It's just like prying Kunlun mountain with a hoe.”

Belong to Taiping's tender voice for the first time with the color of anxiety, in Zhao Yu's mind to increase the volume.

However, Zhao Yu was not moved. He just looked at the old empress dowager's eyes with black pupils. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. There was only a firm color in his eyes. The frown indicated that he was serious and he really wanted to do so.

After the sound sounded, everyone was looking at Zhao Yu on the round hill platform. Even the master of glory on the throne of Shenshan stopped the overturned holy sea and looked down with interest. The ninth moon round disaster of Empress Wu was just beginning. He was not in a hurry. On the contrary, he thought that such a situation was very interesting, which could make the gods feel interesting, which was enough to explain Zhao Yu's behavior How ridiculous it is in the eyes of others.

But these Zhao Yu don't care. People who are familiar with him understand that if he feels right, he will do it. If he does, he will not be afraid.

The only way to go!

This is his crowning ceremony. He is the leading role in the White Emperor's Palace today. However, one after another great power and one earth shaking thing upset the whole ceremony, which made Zhao Yu feel out of control. At the moment, he wanted to hold everything back in his hand. Even if he could not, he would do something.

The eyes of the old empress dowager at the moment are actually a large lake, which is surrounded by clouds and mist. Islands, large and small, are located on the lake. In the center of the lake, there is a red maple leaf Island, which forms the pupil of the old queen mother. It seems so strange.

Under Zhao Yu's gaze, the old empress dowager put away the strangeness in her eyes and looked at her grandson with shock in her eyes. Then she took a hint of comfort. After all, this strange and familiar close relative was not a submissive sheep, but a nine day chick.

Zhao Yu has his own way, his own ideas and choices.