The Steward Demonic Emperor - 1235. Chapter 1235

Huh!

There were gusts of wind, and gray air currents fell from above the nine heavens, and then turned into gloomy faces of the old man, coldly looking at the two people below, with naked killing intent in their eyes, without concealing them.

“The Emperor Dojo?”

Looking at him deeply, Chu Qingcheng couldn’t help being stunned: “He said that the emperor’s dojo, is he just…”

Before her words fell, Zhuo Fan hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the old man: “Junior Zhuo Fan, join the Lord Ming Emperor!”

“Emperor Underworld? Really Emperor Underworld? Isn’t he dead?” Completely dumbfounded, the second monk Chu Qingcheng couldn’t figure it out and muttered to himself: “But if he is not dead, what are those people fighting for the map of Minghai? I met the master, don’t you want to die?”

Now, she had no idea what to say about those who were greedy.

Legend has it that the ancient ten emperors have fallen, and if you find their dojo, you will have the opportunity to inherit them and claim the title of emperor in the world. But now, people haven’t fallen, you just ran away from people’s house to steal treasures, isn’t this the old birthday star hangs himself, it’s too long!

Hearing this, Emperor Ming glanced at her and sneered: “The old man is the Emperor Ming among the ten emperors. He holds life and death in the world. Even if he dies, he will not disappear in smoke. There are so many grieving spirits left in my face. Ghost, can’t it be that I can’t settle in? A joke, hum!”

The corners of his mouth flattened, Chu Qingcheng nodded bitterly, feeling clear.

Yes, this Emperor Underworld is the ancestor of all the resentful spirits in the world, and this Underworld is a gathering place for resentful spirits, how could his boss just hang up easily?

Alas, the people outside are so naive. It’s not good to dig someone’s grave. They have to dig Mingdi. But we didn’t come to dig the graves, we just broke in accidentally. Why did you hang us up? It’s really wrong.

“Senior Emperor Ming, forgive me, we two accidentally rushed to the expensive land for a while. We just want to go back alive, not to steal any treasure from you. I also hope you a lot, please forgive us!”

Taking a step forward, Zhuo Fan eagerly bowed: “According to your rules, the juniors have also come through three levels, please raise your hand!”

Nodding his head in a hurry, Chu Qingcheng also looked at Emperor Ming imploringly.

Glancing at him, Emperor Ming sneered unconsciously: “Three levels? Yes, the old man’s rule is that you can come here to meet the old man after passing through three levels, but he didn’t say that he must be released. The opportunity does not mean that it is certain. Whether the old man is happy or not!”

“Uh, is Senior Underworld Emperor happy now?”

“Unhappy!”

“Why?” Zhuo Fan and Chu Qingcheng asked together.

With a sneer, Emperor Ming curled his lips disdainfully: “The old man cleans up and is disturbed by a group of ignorant juniors. How can he be happy?”

Rumble!

Suddenly, another loud noise rang out in nine days. Emperor Ming raised his eyes and looked a little heavy.

“However, the old man doesn’t make it difficult for you, and gives you a choice. You two, I will only leave one here, and one will be released to the world. Make your decision!”

“He leaves and I stay!”

Almost at the same time, the two spoke together.

Emperor Ming glanced at the two of them and couldn’t help laughing out: “Hahaha…I answered it so quickly, is this question easy for the old man? Okay, let’s change to the next one!”

“Hey, senior, you are the ten ancient emperors, how can you say nothing?” Hearing this, Chu Qingcheng didn’t feel anxious, and glanced at Zhuo Fan: “You didn’t mean to let someone go, you just let him go. Hey, I can just stay and be an undead!”

When Zhuo Fan heard it, the corners of his mouth swept across Xin Ran, silently. Because he knows that this question is simple, but not simple. Because the two couldn’t bear the other’s being reduced to the body of a dead soul, neither of them would want to leave. This was still incomprehensible.

As the ancient power, the Emperor Ming must have his answer already in his heart since he asked this question.

With a grin, the Emperor Underworld’s eyes flashed with a deep gloom: “The old man said that if you give you a ray of life, there must be a way for you to go. But you can’t choose yourself, the old man will help you choose!”

As soon as the voice fell, Emperor Ming suddenly shot two gray beams of light in his eyes. With a bang, they slammed into the void and burned a big hole. At the same time, bursts of killings and explosions sounded so steep that they came from inside.

Unconsciously, the two looked intently, only to see pictures of you chasing me. A pile of gray people rushed to a few familiar figures like a tide, in an endless stream. But it turned out that it was Meng Xiaofeng and Zhao Cheng who were being besieged by a group of resentful spirits in the sea of darkness. Among them, there was a beautiful figure, which was Baili Yuyu?

Why did she come in too?

Brows trembled, Zhuo Fan worried. Emperor Ming glanced at him and said lightly: “Among these three people, there are your enemies and your friends. Now let you choose, only one person will leave, how do you choose?”

After a moment of stagnation, Zhuo Fan was silent.

Previously, between Chu Qingcheng and himself, he could leave his life to Chu Qingcheng without hesitation. After all, your own life is yours, and it doesn’t matter how you deal with it, but just ask for a clear conscience.

But Baili Yuyu suddenly ran in, and if he lost his life because of a thought, he would be ashamed of his life. He Zhuo Fan has never owed favors. Now facing the two of them to make a choice, he is in a dilemma. No matter how he chooses, his heart is bound to be uneasy.

“Go!”

As if seeing the entanglement in Zhuo Fan’s heart, Emperor Ming couldn’t help but laugh, and he flicked in front of the two in an instant, and the two immediately disappeared. When they reappear, they are already surrounded by the group of resentful spirits.

bump!

With a loud noise, Meng Xiaofeng slapped an old man with an illusory figure, and took two steps back and forth, surging with blood. Even though he doesn’t have blood or blood right now, it’s just that feeling that his body is illusory.

“Mother, there are saint-level resentful spirits in it. This Minghai is really not easy… Hey, Qingcheng, they finally appeared!”

“What, did you see them both?”

After overthrowing a resentful spirit, Zhao Cheng turned his head to look, and was immediately overjoyed: “Steward Zhuo, where did you go? After we came in, we didn’t see you. Are you okay!”

With a flick of his brows, Zhuo Fan thought about it and seemed to understand something.

They seem to be ignorant of the three levels, are these three levels just for themselves? Not everyone has this blessing and is taught by an emperor-level master?

Huh!

At this moment, a black shadow flashed and hit Zhuo Fan’s back with a palm, but before the man came in front of him, he touched and was kicked out, and then Baili Yuyu’s figure appeared. Beside Zhuo Fan, there are surprises on the face: “Zhuo Fan, are you okay!”

“Yu Yu, did anyone tell you to go through three levels?”

“What three levels? As soon as we came in, we were chased by a group of resentful spirits and never spoke to anyone. I doubt that after these people die, they won’t be able to speak anymore. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing!”

He shook his head slightly, Zhuo Fan’s face was solemn, and he was more certain that all of this was specially prepared for him. Especially the way he found Minghai was based on the black ball given by Emperor Yun, and then the test on him by the emperors.

Could it be… in the dark, this is all deliberate arrangement?

But, why is this all, he was only a demon emperor in his previous life? Could it be that it was all because he found the relationship between the Demon Emperor’s inheritance and the Jiuyou Secret Record?

There was some confusion in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan had too many puzzles in his heart.

what!

Suddenly, a scream tore through the sky, and Zhuo Fan was startled before he remembered: “Qingcheng!”

Turning his head to look, only to see that even though Chu Qingcheng was blown here, he was still tied to the cross, unable to move, and a group of resentful spirits surrounded by and howled in terror, but they did not come forward and hurt him. the meaning of.

“Allure!”

Meng Xiaofeng couldn’t help but yell when he saw it, but he couldn’t help but be happy in his heart.

Great, it’s time for the hero to save the United States. Although we don’t know how she was tied up, how could she suddenly appear in such a cruel place. But what is certain is that as long as she can be rescued this time, she must secretly promise that the thing will be…humph!

Thinking of this, Meng Xiaofeng stepped on and rushed towards Chu Qingcheng. His body shook, a silver light flashed, and a huge figure with eight long swords on his back and a hundred feet in length suddenly appeared. In front of everyone.

The unique existence of the saint, the saint!

“You group of resentful spirits, let this young man stay away from Qingcheng!”

With a long roar, the huge figure took out two long swords from behind and waved it earlier.

boom!

As if two hurricanes passed by, tens of thousands of resentful spirits in front of them were immediately lifted out, and disappeared without a trace in the miserable howls. Meng Xiaofeng’s hundred-zhang mighty figure stood upright between the sky and the earth, very powerful and domineering.

A smug smile crossed the corner of his mouth, looking at the Yi Ren below, Meng Xiaofeng raised his brows fiercely, and a proud heart was almost flying to the nine heavens.

How is it, Qingcheng, I am handsome!

bump!

However, before he had time to tremble for two seconds, there was another loud noise, and his huge figure flew out so steeply that it was already under a larger fist. Before it landed, there was a bit of a crash, scattered and separated, and the Holy Body was missing. Only Meng Xiaofeng’s yin body fell to the ground with soreness all over, and his complexion instantly turned pale.

who?

Who is it? Damn, so powerful?

Panting heavily, Meng Xiaofeng reluctantly raised his head and looked forward, but his pupils were steep, and he said in shock: “Holy…Holy peak? How can there be a saint peak powerhouse in this sea of heaven? Can you die?”

In front of him, there was a huge figure of the same height of one hundred feet, with lightning flashes on his fists, and among the huge body was a man with a gloomy face. He looked at him coldly and said with disdain: “Little baby, I have never seen it before. The world. In the ancient war, the emperor-level masters have fallen, and the peak of the saint is a fart! It’s just that the second layer of the saint ran here to play in the wild, you found the wrong place, hum!”

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng’s face twitched, and his heart sank suddenly.

Minghai is worthy of being the Emperor Underworld Dojo, there are really no shortage of masters in it…