Chapter 4722? Arrive in Heaven

Jian Wushuang's head is full of black lines, looking at the magnificent posture of the heavenly court, I am afraid that he really has the will to go straight to the real Wuyang's old nest, and he is afraid that he will be powerless.

"I didn't want to mess with it, you misunderstood." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, and then explained the ins and outs of the whole thing in general.

At the end, there was silence in the Boyang bottle, and then a burst of uncontrollable excitement erupted.

"That's great, little friend, you continue to maintain a relationship with that Lao Shizi's little emperor and gain trust. When the three emperors recover one day, it's convenient and quick to come and destroy the old man's nest in Zhenwuyang!"

"No, not very good." Jian Wushuang's mouth twitched.

"Little friend, don't have too much psychological pressure, just act as usual, brush some presence or something, and leave the rest to us!"

"..."

"It really saves a lot of effort, this is really Wuyang old man who can't think of it anyway, we are by his side!"

"Shh, keep quiet, we must not reveal our breath next time, everything is up to the little friend to decide."

"Little friend, take care of yourself next, unless it's a last resort, of course, don't call us out as a last resort, we can recharge our batteries."

Jian Wushuang still wanted to speak, but the stopper of the Boyang bottle was directly closed, giving no chance at all.

He smiled wryly.

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

Jian Wushuang responded, and then took Chunqiu out of the imperial carriage.

Stepping on the vast cloud, Chen Qing took the lead and ran over, laughing loudly, "Brother Jian, how do you feel?"

Looking around, Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "It's pretty good."

Following their conversation, a statue of either riding a crane, or riding a sword, or riding a chariot, gathered in front of this heavenly gate.

Looking around, it is all in the realm of Yanxian without exception.

In the vastness of the wandering clouds, countless colorful lotus peaks and rainbow shadows complement each other. In the center of the nine vast and boundless heavens, there is a supreme avenue paved by wandering clouds.

There are already nearly a hundred figures gathered outside the Tianmen.

Under the guidance of the thin purple robe, the little emperor wearing a blood-stained court uniform slowly paced down the imperial chariot.

The hundreds of Yanxian who were also waiting here, after seeing the somewhat embarrassed little emperor, all looked at each other, and then they all cupped their hands reluctantly, "I have seen the little emperor."

Without even looking at the perfunctory Yanxians, the little emperor walked towards Jian Wushuang with a slightly vain footstep.

"Brother Jian, come with me."

Jian Wushuang nodded, and after looking around again, he stood behind the little emperor.

There are only six Yanxian left, one ancestor is by his side, and there is not even a guard of honor.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed figure of the little emperor, the hundreds of Yanxians are all meaningful and different.

The guardians of Tianmen are guarded by dozens of Yanxian wearing silver helmets.

The first two Yanxian had an axe and a fork in their hands, and they stepped forward and said, "I have seen the little emperor, the emperor has an order, the time has not come, you must not..."

Before he finished speaking, the sullen little emperor suddenly raised his body and kicked the two Yanxians out without warning.

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

The two Yanxian who had been kicked away stood in embarrassment with their disgraced faces.

Jian Wushuang waved his hand and threw the axe and tombstone scattered on the ground to the two of them, and then paced up to follow the little emperor and stepped on this supreme avenue together.

And the figure waiting outside Tianmen began to talk in a low voice.

One of the elders with crooked hair and eyebrows, holding a whisk, snorted coldly, "More and more domineering, according to this seat, after this banquet, the position of the little emperor should belong to the son Jiu!"

"Fujie, I'm not afraid that the wind will flicker your tongue. If you say these words into the ears of the little emperor, it is estimated that you won't be able to get out of the heaven, and you will be hit with two swords."

One of the middle-aged men with extraordinary charm seemed not to deal with the crooked-haired elder, and responded with a sneer.

The expression of the elder named Fu Jie changed slightly, as if he had recalled something, he stopped talking, and closed his eyes and pondered.

At this moment, another chariot of imperial chariots gathered in front of this heavenly gate.

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

Before the ten imperial chariots, the flag "Jiu" was hunting in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in a plain court dress with white teeth stepped out of the imperial chariot.

Seeing this, the group of Yanxians who were standing by themselves hurriedly stepped forward and cupped their hands, "I have seen Second Young Master."

This handsome young man in plain court clothes, when he saw the royal chariot with the flag "Yan" parked on the side, frowned slightly, then looked at the Yanxian who came to greet him, smiled slightly, "Everyone. Immortal family, and follow the son to correct, go to heaven together."

"Promise." A group of Yanxian agreed, smiling.

As Young Master Jiu stepped into the heaven, dozens of imperial chariots came together.

And in front of these imperial chariots, all have their own words.

"Yu, Qian, Mo, Hua, Lin." and so on.

Wearing court clothes, slowly getting out of the car, with different faces, after laughing at each other, they stepped into the gate of heaven with their respective companions.

Walking on this supreme avenue, Jian Wushuang felt that the force in his body was renewing and transforming at a speed that he could feel.

At the same time, the voice of supreme majesty, like Hong Zhong Da Lu, resounded throughout this entire heaven.

"Heavenly Court is open, all immortals, please take your seats one by one."

Jian Wushuang looked up and looked at the front, and at the very front of the Supreme Avenue was the magnificent Heavenly Court.

Since the little emperor woke up, his face has become extremely gloomy, and his anger is even more condensed. It seems that this time he is not going to a banquet, but to fight.

On the way here, after the interception, Jian Wushuang and others' clothes were somewhat damaged and bloodstained, and they looked full of evil spirits.

Pacing forward, I don't know the time, when the heaven with thousands of waterfalls appeared in front of everyone, a rainbow bridge connected the heaven from the heaven, magnificent and magnificent.

There were more than 100 escorting boys who walked over the Hongqiao, with red lips and white teeth. No one would have imagined that these boys were extremely powerful top cultivators.

"Ami has seen the little emperor." A little girl flew straight into the arms of the little emperor and grinned.

At this point, the hostility in the little emperor has subsided.

"Little Ami, during the years I've been away, have you been lazy in your practice?" His expression softened a lot, holding the little girl and walking slowly.

The little girl tilted her head and said a little embarrassedly, "Ami, I'm a little lazy. After all, practice is very boring. You see, I lost a lot of hair because of this."

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