Chapter 1160 (2/2)

How could any of the ancient gods and demons who survived in chaos have their own wisdom. After hearing the news of the fall of the octopus emperor, he immediately figured out a lot of possibilities.

A large number of ancient gods and Demons moved one after another. Or they are interested in emperor Shitian, or they have a grudge against killing Daojun, or they want to watch the fire from the shore and have a yellow finch behind. Or want to see the excitement.

Almost in an instant, chaos vibrated.

In the boundless chaos, it seems to convey a sense of awe.

For a moment, Emperor Shi Tian's action of killing the octopus emperor seemed to stir up the whole chaos at once, rolling up the storm of chaos and killing.

At the moment, Lingxiao demon court is still steadily approaching the supreme god domain.

Along the way, I don't know how many hundreds of millions of miles of chaotic world. There are not a large number of Lingbao in the imaginary chaos. For such a long time and in such a long range, only two spiritual objects were encountered. One was a congenital spiritual root - blue water and Youlian. One is a chaotic iron. The rest of the congenital Lingbao, half of them are not.

It can be seen that in chaos, it is definitely not an easy thing to search for congenital Lingbao. Even if there was, it was quite clean searched by the ancient gods and demons.

In yaochi.

In the pavilion, Emperor Shitian sat inside, next to dawn, white fox, Qinxin, Meixin, Xiaobai, Zixuan and zhu'er, while his little daughter, Emperor Yueer, sat in emperor Shitian's arms and snuggled up. Around the jade table, he said some interesting things easily.

On the jade table, there are all kinds of attractive spiritual essence of heaven and earth, flat peach, purple jade grape, golden apple, cuining fruit, blood Bodhi, fairy jujube, fairy plum and so on. Exquisite. In the chat, I also taste one or two from time to time.

"Cut!"

"Chop!!"

"Chop!!"

Outside the pavilion, I saw a seven or eight-year-old child who looked very strong. He carried an ancient war sword on his back. A pair of small hands fell on the handle of the war sword in turn at a fairly fast speed, and pulled the sword out of the scabbard with an amazing speed. At the same time, a kind of imperial spirit flashed in the sword, And reached the peak in an instant. With a turn of his wrist, he chopped at the tall god iron in front of him.

This sword cut cleanly, with the domineering spirit of the emperor. Appears unusually overbearing. With irresistible power. If people are under the sword, they have to serve and kill themselves.

After cutting out, the sword immediately returned to its sheath.

Every time a sword is cut, the power on the child seems to be condensed and increased by one point.

On his small face, he was filled with a resolute and firm expression. On his small body, he condensed the purple spirit of the emperor of the silk hall. With each sword wielding and cutting out, a trace of the imperial purple air over the whole Lingxiao demon court will fall into his body and steadily enhance his cultivation.

"Dad, my brother has been practicing all morning. Why don't you let him rest for a while and continue to practice. Dad, don't you often say that you should combine work and rest in practicing martial arts?"

Emperor yue'er sat in emperor Shi Tian's arms, raised her delicate little face, blinked her clear eyes, and said in a childish voice. While looking at the Emperor Yan who is still practicing his sword outside.

"Yan'er, that's all for today. Come to my father."

Emperor Shi Tian showed a kind of fatherly smile on his face, put his hand on emperor yue'er's small head and gently touched it for a few times. Then he said to Emperor Yan outside with dignity.

"No, Dad, I want to practice again. Yan'er is not afraid of hardship. Compared with your father, I'm still far behind."

However, Emperor Yan didn't want to rest, but still pulled and waved his sword again and again.

"Husband, let Yan'er decide for himself. Compared with you in those years, Yan'er doesn't know how many times he is happy. He was born a son of the emperor and has a noble identity, but he knows how to cherish it when he gets a noble identity."

Although Chenxi looked at his parents and children who practiced sword hard outside, he felt a little distressed in his heart. However, he didn't have any action of being tired of love, but said sternly: "what's more, husband, you have specially closed the door and created a peerless skill for Yan'er -" Tiandi Baojian ". If he doesn't know Zhenxi, he will be ashamed of being the prince of the demon family."

The Emperor Yan outside heard that his small body was shocked, and his face became more resolute and firm.

The sword wielding hand is more and more calm.

While wielding the sword, it is also constantly cultivating its own imperial spirit. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)