Chapter 137 (2/2)

Hearing the speech, Yimeng smiled. Tiandi, that's the master of the whole fairyland. The cultivation of the ninth rank immortal Zun has absolute strength in the fairyland. Marrying the son of Tiandi is like marrying into a rich family, but others don't know. Doesn't she know?

Is Ye Chen chaos pregnant with countless ages of life, or is his soul homing? His power has surpassed the way of heaven, the whole three thousand world and the ten thousand small world. His strength is an existence that no one can surpass.

One thought of destroying the heavens and one thought of shaping heaven and earth. When waving, the world trembles!

This kind of power, let alone a Heavenly Emperor, is a problem even if all the power of the whole fairyland can stop people from sneezing.

”You are fooling around! Even if he is the son of the emperor of heaven, he may not be as good as ye Chen. He is a first-class Sanxian and can compete with the emperor of heaven. Can he?” said emperor Daotian.

The emperor ran away angrily before he finished. You are just impatient.

”Sanxian vs. Immortal Emperor?” hearing the speech, the empress looked at Ye Chen disdainfully, and then pointed to him: ”just him? Still against Immortal Emperor? Apart from the dragon pattern immortal robe and appearance, the palace didn't see anything special about him.

”I warn you! Don't point at me! Otherwise, you won't be able to bear the consequences.”

He hates people pointing at him. He can hear it. Doesn't he think he has no strength? Doesn't he deserve her daughter?

”Oh! The cultivation is not good, but the temper is constant!” the empress heard the speech and shook her sleeve. Her face couldn't help getting colder: ”just like you, you can't calm down at all, let alone marry our dream!”

At the same time, I couldn't help but burst out a rude remark. I'm Cao! This is the rhythm of fighting! If two people fight, wife, this is the rhythm of being properly hanged!

Ye Chen can't even do it, let alone the fifth order Immortal Emperor. Isn't this the rhythm of looking for death?

”For the sake of your younger generation, go away quickly. Don't want to touch your daughter.” empress Di Leng shouted.

”Empress mother, don't go too far! I have decided that I will marry Ye Chen all my life. No one will marry except him!” Yimeng said coldly.

She hates people controlling her life. At least her father asked her for advice, didn't he? And what about her mother? No, not at all. Everything was her own decision. She didn't consider her feelings at all.

Ye Chen's side is not good. Dare you tell him to go away? No one has dared to tell him to go away in the past eight years! Unless you don't want to live anywhere.

”Can't hold your breath? Those who hold their breath are the weak! Not the strong! Since you want to die! Don't blame me! Even if you are Yimeng's mother! Annoy me, I'll beat you!”

Cold words are like those from Jiuyou hell. They are extremely cold and make people tremble. Ye Chen fell alive and appeared in front of the emperor in the blink of an eye. Then without saying anything, he lifted his legs and swept out.

The empress didn't react yet. Her waist seemed to be hit by a meteor. The whole person was swept away in an instant. The express delivery was very fast. It hit the hall corridor and stood on the column. It was broken until the end