Chapter 4725? Emperor Zhenwuyang

The whole body of each figure is full of glory, and the light wheels of various colors condensed by the force of force shine on the entire heaven.

It made this majestic figure in the mountain and river emperor's clothes a little sad.

But any Yanxian who can come to this heaven will never think so stupidly.

The majestic figure that can ascend to the throne and use his own power to quell more than a dozen emperors is far more terrifying than what he has shown.

Looking at the majestic emperor who stepped into the sky, Jian Wushuang finally saw his true face.

For a time, the atmosphere in the vast square of this giant hall was extremely tense.

The question that contained anger clearly came from the emperor's mouth.

The little emperor looked up at the majestic emperor standing on the top of the cloud, and said in a low voice, "Go back to the emperor, son Yan dare not."

"Then what were you doing just now, do you want to dye the heavens with blood?" Another question was issued.

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Zhenwuyang came to the vast square with endless momentum.

"They are all your younger brothers. As the Crown Prince, not only did you not set an example, but you have repeatedly lost your identity. Do you really think I dare not deal with you?"

The little emperor didn't say a word, and there was no fear in his drooping eyelids.

At this moment, the black-robed figure called Uncle Yu slowly came to the emperor Zhen Wuyang, and said in a low voice, "Emperor, the little emperor has not made a big mistake, so it's not unforgivable, after the banquet, Let's deal with it."

That prestige figure glanced at the little emperor, and then looked at Uncle Yu, with helplessness flashing in his eyes, "Forget it, let's have a banquet first."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the main hall first, followed by ninety-nine old men who carried all kinds of splendor and followed with a smile.

"Good." Hundreds of Yanxians agreed in unison.

Young Master Jiu glared at Chen Qing and the others, and then strode into the main hall.

This farce finally ended with the presence of Emperor Zhenwuyang.

Xiao Dijun gave them a deep look, and then came to Jian Wushuang and others.

He seemed a little tired and forced a smile, "Let's go, the feast is about to start.

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"Little Emperor, you didn't hurt anywhere, did you?" Chen Qing was a little worried.

He shook his head, and then walked into the main hall under the guidance of the thin purple robe.

In the main hall, Emperor Zhenwuyang sat on the throne, and beside him, the little Emperor with gloomy eyebrows sat on his side.

Yu Bo was like a black sculpture, standing behind the emperor.

In the vast giant hall, the old men who were carrying various colored halos started to sit on both sides one after another, and just a little bit down, were the young masters in white royal uniforms.

And Jian Wushuang and others sat together with the six sons under the instructions of the little emperor, but they were clearly separated.

Sitting in the misty cloud and smoke, Jian Wu looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, completely ignoring the scrutiny glances from the young masters on the opposite side.

Immediately afterwards, Chun Qiu, who was sitting beside him, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Jian, I really didn't expect that one day I would be able to come to the Heavenly Court of Zhenwuyang."

"But don't do anything stupid." Jian Wushuang looked at him and smiled.

Chun Qiu nodded, "Don't worry, I know the importance of this."

In the whispered conversations from time to time, there are fairies who came from stepping on the clouds and brought trays of delicious fruits.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne, looked at the heavenly court with a smile, and then let out a rather exaggerated sigh.

From this emotion, Jian Wushuang also knew that this Celestial Feast had only been opened five times since its first opening.

It is held every other year.

Jian Wushuang doesn't know how long this Chinese year is, and the preliminary estimate is that it is likely to be the time to break the ten galaxies...

Time is already the most meaningless thing here. After the achievement of Yanxian, the lifespan is endless, and other than the destruction of external force, even the so-called Mingming Tiandao can have little effect on Yanxian.

After all, the creation of the avenue in the world, the ultimate order, is likely to come from the hands of a certain Yanxian.

Those old people who are carrying various light wheels and whose realm is so advanced that even Chen Qing is afraid are the first elders who helped Zhen Wuyang to open up the heavens and ascend to the emperor, and won the trust of Zhen Wuyang, even if it is the seat of the six sons. less than them.

It is a privilege to be able to enter the heavenly court for a banquet, so even an inconspicuous Yanxian is an absolute existence in the heavenly domain controlled by Zhenwuyang.

As the table in front of him gradually filled with delicacies and fruits, the beautiful fairies were overwhelmed.

And Chen Qing, who was sitting beside Jian Wushuang, a pair of shining eyes stuck to Fairy's body from beginning to end and did not leave.

"Fairy Guang, it's me, it's me, don't you remember me? I'm Chen Qing who controls Jingchuan. Last time we were listening to the wind typhoon and chatting."

Looking at the fairy who was leaning over to pour wine, Chen Qing talked with her eyes shining.

The fairy pursed her lips and smiled, "I don't remember."

"It doesn't matter if you remember, when the banquet is over, I'm still listening to Fengtai Waiting for you?" Chen Qing grinned.

The fairy smiled and left without answering with the jade pot.

"There's a show!" Chen Qing whispered, excited.

Jian Wushuang, who listened to the whole process, smiled slightly, picked up the wine in his glass, and sipped it.

As these fairies retreated, nearly thirty more fairies came riding on the clouds. In the center of the hall, they danced lightly.

"Brother Jian, I think you should be young, but you have a sweetheart. If not, brother, let me match you?" Chen Qing approached with a glass of wine, with a fascinated smile on his face.

"Farewell, you should worry about your own problems first. I have someone in my heart, and I will never forget it." Jian Wushuang replied with a firm voice.

When Chen Qing heard the words, he nodded, "Brother Jian has a firm heart, no wonder he is able to ascend to Yanxian with such a heart."

Without answering, looking at the dancing fairy with long sleeves and the slightly noisy voice, Jian Wushuang actually sat down.

Chen Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After Jian Wushuang and Chunqiu had a full drink, he began to appreciate the dance.

Zhen Wuyang sat on the throne and looked at the little emperor sitting next to him from time to time, as if he wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, but the little emperor didn't seem to feel it at all, and just drank the wine from cup to cup.

In the end, Zhen Wuyang couldn't hold back, leaned over and whispered, "Yan'er, how have you been all these years?"

"Go back to the emperor, it's not bad." The little emperor said calmly, and then he didn't say anything.

"Is it too far away in the six days? After this banquet is over, you can come and stay with me." Zhen Wuyang looked at him and asked again.

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