The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

This is the real god-level power, although it is less than one ten-thousandth of Dijun's body.

Jiang Ming's figure instantly disappeared into the black air, and the air around him seemed to be emptied, almost suffocating.

At the same time, the black air continued to erode his sword intent, causing the air sword to be covered with a layer of rust-like black spots.

The sword intent is no longer sharp.

Jiang Ming's face turned red, he gritted his teeth hard, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

"It's very painful, as long as you put down your sword and swear allegiance, I will give you endless dark power."

Dijun's bewitching voice came from next to his ear, and he couldn't stop it, it went straight into the depths of his mind.

Jiang Ming's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

"What are you waiting for, what is more addictive than power?"

The air sword was slowly lowered.

After all, they are just stupid mortals who can be fooled in a few words. . .A sneer twitched at the corner of Di Jun's mouth, he bent his fingers like an eagle, and grabbed Jiang Ming's throat.

He will not allow a warrior who can threaten him to exist.

Despicable, ruthless, this is the true face of the fallen angel.

The eagle claws rubbed sparks in the air, powerful enough to crush the neck bone.

The moment before he succeeded, Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly recovered.

boom!

An explosion-like air wave radiated from Jiang Ming as the center, and the black air wrapped around his body was blown away impressively.

Jiang Ming shook his hands, and the Qi Sword immediately burst into golden light.

Jian Guang cut off the black energy in Di Jun's body, and pierced straight into his chest.

"Besides strength, there are many beautiful things, but it's a pity you don't understand."

Such as warm Nako. . .Jiang Ming added in his heart.

Di Jun looked at the Qi sword passing through his chest in disbelief, and the black energy wrapped around his body faded away little by little.

He never thought that he would lose to the warm Naozi.

Ming Shiyin regained control of his body, but he was already on the verge of death.

"Jiang Ming, you won again."

He said weakly: "Unfortunately, I don't have another chance."

Several plans were destroyed. If it wasn't for Jiang Ming, Ming Shiyin would have taken back the Great Wall long ago.

But even so, he didn't have much hatred for Jiang Ming, and was even a little relieved.

"If it's you, I can rest assured and protect the Great Wall for me."

Jiang Ming nodded slightly.

Ming Shiyin closed his eyes forever.

"Poor and hateful."

Looking at the warlock in white who lost his breath, Jiang Ming sighed.

If Ming Shiyin could let go of his hatred, the two might become good friends.

Looking away, Jiang Ming found that Wu Zetian was looking at him.

The eyes are strange, containing two conflicting meanings of desire and disgust.

The queen needs someone to help her suppress Di Jun's spirit, Di Renjie is seriously injured and unconscious, Cheng Yaojin is vulgar and doesn't know how to control the spirit, Jiang Ming is the only one left after thinking about it.

But thinking of Jiang Ming's frivolous behavior before, Wu Zetian gritted his teeth with hatred, and refused to ask him for help no matter what.

Jiang Ming is so understanding, he guesses the woman's little thoughts clearly.

He raised his eyebrows and came with the sword.

Under everyone's curious eyes, Jiang Ming boldly hugged Wu Zetian.

"Bold, let me go!" Wu Zetian struggled.

"Don't move, Your Majesty, I'll take you to a place where no one is around to deal with Dijun's soul." Jiang Ming brazenly hugged him even tighter.

Wu Zetian twisted a few times before giving up. She was disturbed by Dijun and couldn't use her magic power, so she had to endure it.

After a while, Wu Zetian blushed.

Because she discovered that the place where Jiang Ming mentioned no one was actually referring to her bedroom!

Fortunately, I was not seen by the maid, otherwise I would have no face to face others. . .Wu Zetian gave him a reproachful look.

Jiang Ming chuckled: "Your Majesty knows, I'm not familiar with Chang'an, I can only think of your bedroom."

"If this happened on weekdays, I would definitely cut off your dog's head."

Wu Zetian rolled his eyelids, opened the door and walked into the bedroom, then his face froze.

In the room, a beautiful woman happened to turn her head to look over, with an indelible sadness condensed between her brows.

Wu Zetian turned pale with shock: "Wan'er?"

Shangguan Wan'er was overjoyed: "Your Majesty?"

Shangguan Wan'er was one of Wu Zetian's confidantes, and because she was also a woman, she was allowed to enter Wu Zetian's bedroom.

"Your Majesty, you have finally left the customs, but you miss Wan'er to death!"

Shangguan Wan'er turned her worries into joy in an instant, and walked up to Wu Zetian in a few steps, holding her hand.

Since Wu Zetian retreated, the two haven't seen each other for more than half a month.

Shangguan Wan'er missed His Majesty very much, so she came to her bedroom to see things and think about others.

Unexpectedly, when she was sad, Wu Zetian suddenly opened the door and came in.

It must be the heavens who conveyed my thoughts to His Majesty, no, it is the two of us who have a good understanding. . .Shangguan Wan'er thought happily.