Chapter 4722

Jian Wushuang is covered with black lines. Looking at the magnificent posture of the heaven, I'm afraid he really wants to go straight to the old nest of zhenwuyang, and I'm afraid he's also powerless.

"I didn't want to smash it. You misunderstood." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, and then said the whole thing roughly.

At last, there was silence in the bowl, and then a burst of uncontrollable excitement broke out.

"Great, little friend, you continue to maintain a relationship with that laoshizi little emperor and gain trust. When our three emperors recover, you can directly smash the nest of old man zhenwuyang. It's simply convenient!"

"No, not very good." Jian Wushuang twitched at the corners of his mouth.

"Little friend, don't have too much psychological pressure, just act as usual, brush more sense of existence, and leave the rest to us!"

“……”

"It's really a great effort saved. I can't think of it anyway. We're right next to him!"

"Hush, hush, let's not expose our breath next. Everything is up to our little friend."

"Little friend, take care of yourself next. Unless you have to, of course, don't call us out as a last resort, so that we can conserve our energy."

Jian Wushuang still wanted to talk, and the cork of Bo Yang bottle was directly closed, giving no chance at all.

He laughed bitterly.

At this time, Chen Qing's voice sounded from outside the imperial chariot, "brother Jian, it's time for us to get off."

The sword answered, and then took the spring and autumn out of the imperial chariot.

Stepping on the vast clouds, Chen Qing took the lead in running over and said with a loud smile, "brother Jian, how do you feel?"

Looking around, the sword had no double chin and said, "quite good."

As they talked, a statue came by crane, sword or chariot, and gathered in front of the gate of heaven.

Looking around, it was all the realm of immortality without exception.

Among the vast clouds, countless rainbow shadows of colorful lotus peak complement each other. In the center of nine boundless celestial worlds, there is a supreme road paved by you Yun.

Nearly a hundred figures have gathered outside the Tianmen gate.

Led by the thin purple robe, the little emperor, dressed in a bloodstained imperial suit, walked slowly down the imperial chariot.

The more than a hundred Yan immortals who were also waiting here looked at each other one after seeing the somewhat embarrassed little emperor, and then all looked unwilling and said, "I've seen the little emperor."

Without looking at those perfunctory Yan immortals, the little emperor walked towards jianwushuang with a slightly vain step.

"Brother Jian, follow me."

Jian Wushuang nodded, looked around again, and stood behind the little emperor.

There were only six immortals left, and one ancestor followed his side, even without a guard of honor.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed figure of the little emperor, the more than 100 Yan immortals are meaningful and different.

The guards of Tianmen were stationed by dozens of Yan immortals wearing silver helmets.

At first, the two Yan immortals forked their axes and arched their hands. "I've seen the little emperor, and the emperor has orders. Before the time comes, I can't..."

Before the words were finished, the angry little emperor suddenly kicked the two Yan immortals out without warning.

"Get out of here!" The little emperor said gloomily, and then strode into the gate of heaven, but no one dared to stop it.

The two Yan immortals who were kicked away were disheartened and stood in the same place embarrassed.

Jian Wushuang waved and threw the axes scattered on the ground to the two people, and then paced to follow the little emperor, and stepped on the supreme road together.

And the figure waiting outside the gate of heaven began to whisper.

One of the elders, who had long hair and eyebrows, held a dust brush and snorted coldly, "more and more domineering. In my opinion, after this banquet, the position of the little emperor should be corrected by the childe!"

"Hold the knot, and don't be afraid of the wind flashing your tongue. If your words are introduced into the ears of the little emperor, it's estimated that you can't figure out the heaven, and you'll be attacked by two swords."

One of them, a middle-aged man with extraordinary charm, seemed not to deal with the old man with big hair and eyebrows, and responded with a sneer.

The elder, named Fujie, looked slightly changed, as if he thought of something, stopped talking, and closed his eyes and meditated.

At this moment, another imperial chariot is gathered in front of the gate of heaven.

On these imperial chariots, they are marked with different fonts.

Before the first ten imperial chariots, the "rectification" flag hunted in the wind.

Then, a figure dressed in white and plain court clothes strolled out of the imperial chariot.

Seeing this, a group of Yan immortals who were originally standing separately hurried forward and arched their hands, "I've seen the second childe."

The handsome young man in plain court clothes, his eyebrows slightly jumped when he saw the imperial chariot with the "Yan" flag stopped by the side, and then looked at the Yan immortals who came to greet him, smiled, "all immortal families, correct with the childe, and go to heaven."

"Yes." All the immortals agreed, smiling.

As the childe walked into the heaven, dozens of imperial chariots came together.

In front of these imperial chariots, they all have their own characters.

"Yu, Qian, Mo, Hua, Lin." this is not the only one.

Wearing court clothes and slowly getting off the bus, they had different faces. After laughing with each other, they stepped into the gate of heaven with their partners around them.

Walking on this unparalleled Road, Jian Wushuang feels that the derivative force in his body is changing at a perceptible speed.

At the same time, the voice of supreme authority, like Hongzhong Da Lu, resounded through the whole heaven.

"Heaven is open, all immortal families, please take your seats in turn."

Jian Wushuang looked up at the front. In the front of the supreme Avenue, it was the magnificent heaven.

Since the little emperor woke up, his face was extremely gloomy, and his anger was as solid as a substance. It seemed that this time he went not to a banquet, but to fight.

On the way here, after the interception, the clothes of Jian Wushuang and others were more or less damaged and bloodstained, which looked very angry.

Pacing forward, I don't know the geometry of time. When the Tianting with thousands of waterfalls appeared in front of everyone, a Hongqiao connected the heaven from the Tianting, magnificent.

There are also more than 100 pick-up and guide boys coming on the Hongqiao bridge, with red lips and white teeth. No one would expect that these boys are extremely powerful top practitioners.

"Amitabha has seen the little emperor." First, a little girl flew into the arms of the little emperor and grinned.

At this point, the anger of the little emperor was restrained.

"Little Amitabha, have you been lazy in practice during the years when I was away?" His complexion eased a lot, holding the little girl and walking slowly.

The little girl tilted her head and said with some embarrassment, "Amitabha, it's a little lazy. After all, practice is very boring. You see, I've lost a lot of hair for this."