Supreme Alchemy

Fengyi Palace.

The Queen had stood up at this time, standing respectfully aside like a maid.

And the one sitting in the first place was the Saint Zhenwu.

In front of outsiders.

Even in front of Emperor Wu.

The Queen was a woman who was high and mighty, as proud as a phoenix.

However, in front of the Saint Zhenwu, she was humble and respectful.

Because she knew very well.

Everything she had now came from the Saint Zhenwu.

Without the Saint Zhenwu, she would be nothing but a paper tiger.

So she didn't dare to call her husband directly, but called him Sir.

"Sir, you finally came out of retreat. Once you come out of retreat, we have a backbone."

The Queen lowered her head slightly.

The slender and smooth jaw looked streamlined and perfect.

"Where is Yu'er?"

The Saint Zhenwu spoke calmly, not paying attention to the Queen's posture.

At his level.

Women are no longer necessary.

If it weren't for the Queen's special physique that could help him solve the hidden dangers in his body, he probably wouldn't care.

But the queen wanted to hold his thigh tightly.

At this time, she quickly went to bring the newly born prince.

One year ago.

She received a message from the Zhenwu Saint, asking her to enter the retreat.

She naturally did not dare to refuse. After entering, she had sex for several nights.

So she became pregnant.

"Well, Yu'er has good talent, a natural spirit body, and his future achievements will not be weaker than Di Lin."

The Zhenwu Saint held Yu'er and finally smiled.

He could not reach the saint realm at first.

But because he worshipped the master and got the master's help.

This is how he broke into the saint realm.

But there are great hidden dangers.

Every once in a while, the hidden dangers will be erupted, and he will be in great pain and cause great harm to him.

Fortunately, he found the queen.

The queen has a special physique, and she only needs sex to continuously heal the hidden dangers for him.

And Xiao Di Lin and the current Yu'er were born under such circumstances.

"Saint, Di Lin's body is destroyed and his soul is captured. You must save him."

The queen knelt on the ground with a plop.

Begging the Saint Zhenwu to help.

She knew very well.

There was not much affection between her and the Saint Zhenwu.

This thigh may not be solid.

However, her son is a blood relationship, which is very reliable.

Originally, she poured all her efforts into Xiao Dilin.

However, the promised battle.

All her beliefs were shattered.

"Too late, I have sensed that Dilin's soul has been wiped out."

The Saint Zhenwu shook his head, making the queen look ashen.

Dead?

Is Dilin really dead?

Although there were some guesses before, she had always held a glimmer of hope.

But now...

The hope was shattered.

"You come with me to the imperial study, the world of Dawu should be returned to my hands."

The Saint Zhenwu did not stay for long.

He handed Yu'er back to the queen, and then got up and walked out.

Duke Weiguo and Wei Zhengxiong followed respectfully.

"Xiao Changfeng, you killed my son, I will never let you go. Now, let your Majesty pay some interest first!"

The Queen's eyes flashed with resentment, and she hurriedly hugged Yu'er and followed.

She wanted to see the Emperor Wu lose with her own eyes.

The Imperial Study.

At this time, the Emperor Wu was still playing chess with himself.

However, Eunuch Hong was extremely anxious.

"Your Majesty, there was news just now that a blond man entered Fengyi Palace, followed by Duke Wei Guo and Wei Zhengxiong, who was suspected to be the True Martial Saint."

Eunuch Hong spoke again, reminding the Emperor Wu.

He knew very well what it meant for the True Martial Saint to come out of retreat.

The various means that the Emperor Wu had used over the years.

But in the face of absolute power, it was not enough.

What hidden pieces, what Skynet, what foresight.

As long as the power is insufficient, everything is empty talk.

And the True Martial Saint is the irresistible power.

"What is coming will eventually come. You can't escape it or avoid it."

The Emperor Wu held the white piece in his hand and placed it on the chessboard slowly, as if he had already prepared himself mentally.

To be precise.

He had been preparing himself mentally for thirteen years.

Since Xia Chan was captured and Xiao Changfeng's bronze sword soul was dug out.

He had already begun to prepare himself mentally.

Originally, according to his plan.

He would wait until he was able to fight the True Martial Saint before exposing himself.

But plans can't keep up with changes.

The promised battle.

Xiao Changfeng's crisis forced him to take action in advance.

And this exposure could only be taken.

So he had already predicted today's situation.

But he didn't plan to surrender.

Even if he was defeated, he couldn't retreat.

Da Da Da!

Heavy footsteps sounded.

Soon, the True Martial Saint came to the imperial study.

He had blond hair, handsome and extraordinary, and looked only in his thirties.

But his actual age was more than three hundred years old.

He was the grandfather of the Emperor Wu.

"Xiao Yuan, you're here to greet me, but why don't you kneel down to greet me?"

The True Martial Saint didn't even look at Eunuch Hong, but looked directly at Emperor Wu.

His eyes suddenly looked down at Xiao Yuan.

He was Xiao Yuan's uncle, an elder.

It stands to reason that Emperor Wu should kneel down to greet him.

But Emperor Wu didn't move, and continued to make his move.

"Xiao Yuan, you are so bold that you don't even kneel down to the saint!"

The Duke of Wei scolded, his eyes wide open.

With the Zhenwu Saint here, he is not afraid of the Emperor.

At this moment, it seems that he wants to vent all the resentment in his heart.

"Kneel? I am the Emperor, why should I kneel?"

The Emperor sneered.

He looked at the Duke of Wei with contempt, and then dropped the black piece in his hand.

Snap!

Suddenly, the chessboard was knocked down and split into two halves, as if it was cut by a sharp sword.

The person who made the move was the Zhenwu Saint.

"Xiao Yuan, it seems that you have already thought about your end."

The Zhenwu Saint's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and there seemed to be a blade in the air.

"Only death."

The Emperor did not care about the Zhenwu Saint's move.

He stood up and looked directly at the Zhenwu Saint, with a look in his eyes like a towering mountain, standing unyielding.

"Okay, then I will do your thing."

The Zhenwu Saint nodded, and his aura surged all over his body, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire imperial study.

"Tianyuan!"

The Emperor knew that this battle was inevitable.

He also knew that his chances of winning this battle were slim.

But he still chose to fight.

Boom!

The chessboard domain of the Emperor spread out immediately.

"Time goes back!"

However, the Zhenwu Saint showed disdain and stretched out his hand.

The rapidly spreading chessboard domain actually shrank again, as if it had returned to its original appearance.

The Emperor Wu Realm and the Great Power Realm both touch the power of space.

But the Saint Realm has already touched the power of time.

Controlling time is the most terrifying ability of the Saint Realm.

After a moment.

The Emperor was defeated.

After all, the gap in strength between the two was too big.

But to the surprise of the Emperor, the Zhenwu Saint did not kill him.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

The Zhenwu Saint's eyes were bright and his voice was as powerful as heaven.

Emperor Wu frowned, puzzled.

However, the next words of the True Martial Saint made his face change drastically.

"I want to use you as a lure to lure out Xiao Changfeng."

...

On the first day of November, the news came from Kyoto.

One month later, Emperor Wu was publicly executed.

When the news came out, the whole world was shocked!