Diary of the Female Emperor

I don't know who made these three great swords, but after a while, they turned into illusory air and disappeared.

The housekeeper fell from the mid-air with a "bang" and slammed heavily into his own pool of blood. Before he died, his eyes were still staring straight ahead.

"If the old thing is alive, he may be able to break through to become the emperor in his lifetime, but it is a pity that he will kill his life for the sake of blood!" someone said.

"He will be buried later, and it will be considered to give him a decent face." Someone said.

The tone of these people was extremely cold, and they looked at the housekeeper as if they were looking at a cat or puppy on the side of the road, without any emotions being expressed.

In fact, among the people present, not all of them rolled over from the tip of a knife, and the separation of life and death has long been commonplace.

Some people have even witnessed their relatives being chopped alive with knives.

They are already numb.

Again, this world is a world where the weak can eat the strong.

A group of people stared at the Haicheng spiritual practitioner who was still alive in the hall, and asked faintly: "Is there anyone who is not convinced? Let's fight together!"

When the voice fell, one hundred and ten people took a step back.

These people are not stupid, the young masters are gone, the city lord has been taken away by others, there is no one worthy of their lives, everyone is here to earn money to support the family, who can be like a housekeeper, so top!

"You don't have the guts to measure!"

The immortal kings laughed, filed out from the hall, flew to all corners of Haicheng, and searched for the so-called treasure in their mouths.

After half a day, hundreds of spiritual practitioners rushed to Haicheng, and Haicheng has completely become an empty city!

Haicheng, which had survived for thousands of years, was wiped out from the map bit by bit during the search of hundreds of people.

Outside the holy city.

"Tiantian Emperor, come out for me!" Cui Yuanping has been hung on the city wall for a day and night, and the rope made of aura that was tied to him has become thinner and thinner and began to squeeze into his bones.

A gust of wind blew and Zhang Tian appeared in front of Cui Yuanping.

Cui Yuanping glared at Zhang Tian with bright red eyes, and then shouted: "Please, please! Give me Cui someone a good time! Cui now, just ask for death!"

Cui Yuanping already knew what Haicheng looked like now without guessing. Hundreds of immortal kings passed by, even if they yawned, they could crush the huge Haicheng. His son, the housekeeper, was probably already dead.

Therefore, he has no idea of ​​living.

Zhang Tian didn't answer him. Instead, he glanced behind him. There was nothing behind him, not even a hair. It seemed that the spiritual practitioners who came to the holy city to "propose marriage" had already gone to Haicheng.

"Since you have decided, the emperor will give you a ride!" Zhang Tian said blankly.

"Wait!"

"Have you changed your mind?" Zhang Tian turned around.

"I have one more thing to ask! I seem to be in Haicheng, with my son, housekeeper, madam, and thousands of people in Haicheng!" Cui Yuanping said.

Fearing that Zhang Tian would not agree, Cui Yuanping suddenly pressed his tongue and bit it hard, and then a big mouthful of blood spurted out, and a book exuding golden light gradually appeared in the blood mist.

Cui Yuanping said: "This is a map of the fairy pavilion! It is a map in the sea. In the fairy pavilion, there are sea kings with a higher level of cultivation than the fairy emperor! I will give you this map, and you can send me to Haicheng to die. ?"

The sea king class higher than the immortal emperor!

Don't say it's just a glimpse, even if you listen, most people may not have heard it! God knows the supernatural powers and powers of this kind of sea king!

Zhang Tian twisted his fingers, and the map was peeled from the blood mist and flew into Zhang Tian's hands.

He unfolded the map, took a look, and found that he didn't even know any of the patterns painted on it. Although he didn't know him, he still felt a magical power faintly, and then pulled his soul to the map. Pull in!

This thing, even the soul of the immortal emperor can be moved, not simple!

Zhang Tian immediately closed the map and stabilized his mind.

"Haicheng is indeed well-deserved, there are everything you have seen, what you haven't seen!" Zhang Tian admired.

"Huh! Isn't it the same ruined in your hands? Emperor Buried, can you send me there and kill me now?" Cui Yuanping asked.

"It's a pity that the emperor doesn't like to move!" Zhang Tian turned down Cui Yuanping's last request.

Cui Yuanping did not show much disappointment, as if he had expected Zhang Tian to say this a long time ago.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice stern, miserable and helpless, resounding through the sky.

"Emperor Burial! Remember, twenty years later, if a carp with red hair comes to you, it will be me! I will not let you go, hahaha!" Cui Yuanping laughed.

"Boom"! A cloud of blood sprayed on the wall, and Cui Yuanping's body softened and fell from the wall.

Zhang Tian retracted his palm and looked to the ground.

"Whether it is 20 years or 30 years, why would this emperor fear you!" Zhang Tian said coldly.

After Zhang Tian said, he looked at the ancestor raven sitting on the ridge and shouted: "Old ancestor raven, send him back to Haicheng! It's time to reunite him with his family."

The ancestor raven flapped his wings, grabbed him and flew home.

After flying for about hundreds of miles, I heard Zhang Tian say: "Tell the people in Haicheng well. When they go to Haicheng, they can only plunder other people's things. If anyone bullies their daughter, woman, You tell him that this emperor will bring people to his home within a few days and destroy his full house!"

Zhang Tian's words were filled with endless majesty, and even the ancestor of the raven shivered suddenly after hearing this.

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