Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 212 211. Before closing the door, you need to visit politely (second more)

The cold hall.

Throne of Bone.

The mysterious man in the dark gold mask played with the token delivered to her.

Zhao Kee knelt down on the stone steps outside the hall, crawling and not daring to raise his head.

A voice came from the hall: "Where is the book?"

Zhao cut hurriedly raised his hands and handed the booklet into the hall.

There seemed to be a strange power in the hall, and a strange shadow held a book and went inside.

The mysterious man stretched out his arm, took the book, and turned a few pages carelessly.

When turning the first page, she didn't care at all.

When turning the second page, she subconsciously straightened her body slightly.

When she turned to the third page, she couldn't help but speed up.

Fourth page

Fifth page

Sixth page

She could not stop.

She turned to the twentieth page in one breath, but there seemed to be something quite profound in the twenty pages, and she couldn't break through it immediately.

The mysterious man closed the book, his original inattention and carelessness disappeared completely, and his eyes were a little trance for a while.

a long time,

She suddenly asked: "What do you think of this book?"

Outside the hall, Zhao Cuo said honestly: "I have never seen it, heard of it, and there is no way out of it. It is worthy of the name of the world's strength."

The mysterious man looked at the token again,

She naturally recognized this token,

This is the token of the Su family, but it is not a family member, nor is it a foreign family member. It is just some kind of execution order, and the grade is not high.

She recalled the events of these years and suddenly understood whose masterpiece it was.

The image of the man came to her mind.

Ten years of wind and frost, ten years of snow, read countless books all over the world.

Is there such a brilliant talent in the world?

He read books for ten years,

I haven't broken through the eleven realms

But can he integrate hundreds of schools, the heads of thousands of schools, and create this unprecedented technique?

It is a pity that such a genius is not from the Wu family, not from the Lu family, nor from the **** family.

The same room can be fought, and misfortune can cause Xiaoqiang, that is, husband and wife, brothers, father and son can quarrel, they will have conflicts, and even become enemies.

What's more, there are already conflicting families on both sides?

The Su family of the Zhou family and the Lu family of the Wu family god

Although they belong to the same family, they are opposite.

She has broken through the eleventh realm, so she will naturally look at all the people and things that are not in the eleventh realm with an attitude of scrutiny or even overlooking.

But this book, she couldn't pick out any problems, not only couldn't pick out the problem, she even just glanced at it and found something.

She couldn't help but sighed.

The wind from north to south is really a ghost in the world.

Su used him as an emperor, and he deserves the name of an emperor.

Zhao Cua still bowed down, crawled, and waited quietly.

Suddenly, the mysterious man in the bone seat threw the token out of the hall door.

Patter.

The token fell beside him, making a crisp sound.

At the same time, a voice came from the hall: "You haven't come to me. I haven't seen this token. Just do what you should do."

Zhao cut for a moment. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to ask, but he always felt that he would not ask for an answer.

He is a wise man, so he put away the token silently, and said, "Yes!"

Obviously, Lord Houtu knew this token.

The reason she said so,

There is only one possibility,

Although she and the owner behind this token have contradictions, they still need to be maintained at the point of "not tearing their skin".

And Xueyulou might have been accidentally involved in some dispute.

Zhao Kua smiled bitterly from the bottom of his heart. As expected, big business is also a big trouble.

He bowed twice and said respectfully: "Subordinates retire."

When Zhao cut back to the third floor,

The killer of the Blood Rain Tower had already begun to report to him.

"One hundred and ninety-six Grade A killers, one hundred and forty-six people died. Three hundred fifty-two Grade B killers, two hundred and ninety-one people died."

When the killer reported this data, he himself was a little confused.

Zhao Kao looked cold and asked, "Anything else?"

The killer thought for a while and said, "The little sects of the decent sects have also begun to trouble them, but they have all been killed.

In addition, many of the same people popped up in other cities. "

Zhao cut his forehead, frowning, his eyeballs kept turning.

But he didn't say anything, "Go down, if you are going to take up tasks against them in the building, you must tell me first."

Assassin said: "A total of 72 similar tasks were taken in each building, and only 27 were completed, and the others failed. As usual, the rest is to ask the legendary killer to solve it, otherwise it will kill us. The reputation of Yulou has a great influence."

Zhao cut said: "Pause first."

The killer was stunned: "Owner, pause?"

Zhao cut emphasized again: "Pause."

"But, in this way, the reputation of our Blood Rain Building?"

Zhao Qiao said coldly: "Is it not clear enough?"

The killer got a chill and hurriedly bowed his head and said: "Yes"

Zhao Kua looked far away. He had to come to a rally with everyone in the Blood Rain Tower to discuss this matter. Obviously, this was not a trivial matter.

Autumn is cold to the end.

Winter is near.

A man wrapped in a large cloak of white cranes is walking in this time of change.

When it was cold, he wrapped his clothes tightly.

When it rained, he held an umbrella.

After crossing the river, he got on the boat,

Crowded the boat with the people at the ferry, sitting in the cramped cabin,

Listening to the guests crossing the river beside them chatting about the short stories of their parents, or talking about some secrets about the rivers and lakes mysteriously and with a sense of advantage, from time to time there are a few bears and children scrambling and stumbling, running without scruples about others. Clamoring.

If the people sitting next to him hadn't noticed him, it would be fine. Anyone who noticed could not help but glance at him.

because

They have never seen such a person.

It was an inexplicable, unclear temperament, mixed with throbbing like everything.

People can't tell, they just say "maybe a person with a story" in their hearts.

The man lay on his knees and waited for the boat to arrive.

After dropping a few copper plates, he landed ashore and walked into the distance.

Twilight is like blood,

The leaves fall into a tide,

The people on the street are like the tide,

Coming and going, bustling.

The man walked past the crowd and came to a dark place.

In the land boundary, there are mountains, rocks and trees, but the most conspicuous is a cold hall far away from the bustling world.

He stood in front of the main hall and said lightly: "Please see Mr. Yin."

The sound is silent, but like a mad dragon tossing away.

a long time,

For a long time,

no response.

The man is Xia Ji.

He waited quietly, with great patience.

If the heart is conceived for eternity, how will it care about moments and moments?

Then, he waited for a woman in a dark gold robe, and the woman said, "The master is out."

Xia Ji asked politely: "When will you return?"

The woman said: "The return date is not yet due."

Xia Ji nodded, "Thank you."

After speaking, he turned around.

The woman looked at the man strangely, she naturally knew that this man was the emperor of the Su family.

But what makes her strange is, why is this man's breath so common?

It was so common that it gave her a feeling of "I can crush him".

Of course she can't feel it.

Because Xia Ji is now able to send and receive freely, he has already collected all the power, including the Black Emperor, all the breath.

Today, even if Su Tian stared at him, he would not realize that Feng Nan Bei was the Black Emperor.

He walked away from the main hall.

Out of the dark world.

At this time, the high-levels of the Blood Rain Building were gathering together to discuss and discuss.

"Zhao cut, you're too careful, my lord means it's okay, what should we do."

"Yes, I have eaten everything. This task must be completed. The remaining forty-five people must die! Otherwise, what is the reputation of our Blood Rain Tower?"

"The other party may be a big power, but is our Blood Rain House small? Who have we been afraid of? What's more, in the entire south, which power does not want to move them? We are just one of them."

"They are too stupid. Not only are they not hiding them like treasures, but they are showing them to the world. It's a real laugh."

Zhao cut said: "I'm thinking, the big catastrophe that those boys said has arrived, but the north is indeed chaotic at this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter greeted him immediately.

"The north is in chaos. I don't know how far away from us. It's separated by a big river, a big river. I don't know how many roads in the middle. What is our business?"

"I told you, this is a good opportunity, maybe we can start a slave business, after all, there will be many refugees. Haha."

Zhao Ke frowned when he listened to the host's words, "I'm just a little worried."

He just finished speaking, and there was an urn sound and an angry voice laughed.

"The rivers and lakes are getting older and more timid. You don't want to think about it. Today's underground world is in the hands of adults. No matter how powerful it is, can you uncover the five-finger heaven of adults?"

"Those guys are interesting. I'll see them in person tomorrow. I like to remove the heads of such young talents."

"Yes, you must go, it will be fun."

"Oh? Fang Hu, how did you know that you have been there?"

The speaker did not hide, and said with a smile: "I have been, that girl is not weak, but she is struggling very hard hahaha"

Everyone immediately understood what he was talking about and laughed.

The atmosphere is very happy.

The mist is misty.

I don't know when, the line of sight in the building is rapidly lowering.

The white mist enveloped the world.

The sound of the wind is still there, but there is an unspeakable silence and tranquility.

"Why is it foggy?"

Someone raised his hand in the "fog", and in the effort of raising his hand, his palm was quickly blurred in his line of sight, showing how fast the fog was born.

The person immediately said: "It's not normal."

"what?!"

The people in the Blood Rain Tower immediately stood up from their seats. They were all old rivers and lakes, and legendary killers. Naturally, they would not panic. Even if they fell into the Jedi, they could still maintain their confidence.

But the next second

This confidence was shattered.

boom! !

A brilliance, like an explosion of bright stars, appeared in the center of the fog.

The space is like glass, cracked from that point, and infinitely tumbling like prominence thunder pulp in the beard.

Thunder pulp erupted and spread to all directions, bringing great power.

This is manifested in the space, as purple gaps,

And every gap is a lightning bolt.

Chi Chi! ! !

The thunder and lightning shot wildly, such as the substantial heavy spear, which pierced through their bodies fiercely before all of them reflected.

These legendary killers could not make any response at all, and they have been penetrated.

However, every penetration is just the right penetration.

It penetrated the non-lethal parts, but in the process of penetration, it shattered all the meridians, bone marrow, and even killed the internal organs.

But precisely because this is thunder and lightning, it gives the human organs the final function.

They won’t die right away, but they won’t be treated.

Unable to move, unable to shout,

Have consciousness, bear the pain like rolling on a mountain of swords, like crawling in the sea of ​​fire,

Feel it slowly, and then die.

In an instant, all the posters of Xueyulou here had fallen to the ground in fear.

With the bright and extinguished light of the purple electricity, their horrified eyes faintly reflected the movement of the man wrapped in the large cloak of white cranes back into the sheath.

Then, the thunder and lightning disappeared, the fog was thin, and the figure disappeared.

He came from **** and went to hell.

(End of this chapter)