The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

In the capital, Wang Xiaoming, the former orphan of Maple Leaf City, and now Wang Mang, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, held the jade seal high, his eyes full of determination.

The young master promised himself that as long as he completes this matter, this great week will belong to him, Wang Mang!

The throne that countless people dream of, the power that they never dare to imagine, is so within their reach at this moment!

Ordered by heaven, you will live forever.

It is self-evident what these eight words mean to a passionate young man!

Power can really change a person.

Before taking the jade seal, Wang Xiaoming was still a submissive person who called himself a villain.

And the moment I got the jade seal, it became a hypocritical sigh, which made me wonder what to do, Wang Mang.

After getting the rights, after tasting the pleasure of being superior to everyone else, there is no way to let go of the rights in hand.

Without thinking, Wang Mang agreed to Xie Xinzhi, the young master who wanted to become an immortal instead of sitting on the throne.

As long as I complete this matter, the world will belong to my Wang family from now on!

Wang Mang, holding the jade seal in his hand, had greed for power in his eyes.

Suddenly, a green shirt appeared in his mind. Wang Mang thought of the tyrant who once made all orphans feel fear. There was a trace of fear in his eyes, but it was replaced by greed in an instant.

Xie Xinzhi was sitting on a cliff, with a wooden table in front of him covered with white paper, when Ling Feng opened his mouth to take action.

Xie Xinzhi, whose energy and energy had already reached its peak, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his pen and wrote two words with ink:

"The world!"

The brushwork is vigorous and the fonts are square and full of rules!

The majestic Haoran's righteous energy burst out of his body in an instant, turned into a brush and flew out, and in an instant turned into a milky-white west-clawed flying dragon swaying away.

Looking at the flying dragon swaying away, Xie Xinzhi had a complicated expression.

He abandoned the throne precisely because Haoran's righteousness was incompatible with Huang's qi.

To win the throne, you have to give up your righteousness.

If you have Haoran's righteousness, you will have no chance of becoming emperor.

Comparing the two, Xie Xinzhi resolutely chose Haoran Zhengqi!

The destiny of the human emperor can only stay here in the human world, and his vision is no longer limited to this!

Haoran's righteous energy turned his pen into a dragon, and the human emperor's energy turned into a dragon into a sword. He pounced on the white snake that fell between the mountains and forests and flew away.

Chang Suzhen, who was far away in the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, suddenly covered her chest, as if her heart suddenly stopped.

As a great demon cultivator who has reached the ninth level of transcending tribulation, he has not felt such pain for many years.

When he raised his head again, two lines of clear tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes without realizing it.

Chang Suzhen understood that Chang Xiaoyue's life might be at stake at this time.

Although Chang Xiaoyue is just a clone that Hu Yun separated from his own body to avoid the future catastrophe of life and death.

But I don’t know why, but the container that is just for carrying the demons has its own consciousness.

He raised her as a daughter, and what was even more cruel was that Chang Xiaoyue and herself had the same origin, so she awakened to the same true name as herself.

Two monsters with the same real name are bound to fight to the death. Even I, who is at the ninth level of transcending tribulation, cannot control myself and want to kill her!

Not to mention Chang Xiaoyue, who is not in the Fusion Realm.

Ever since Chang Xiaoyue awakened to her true name, she couldn't control the thought of killing herself.

And as a container sealed by the demon clan, he will face death sooner or later in the future.

Hu Yun once promised himself that he would find a way out for Chang Xiaoyue, but only if he really wanted to die.

Chang Suzhen agreed, but when it came to this, Chang Suzhen even wanted to rush over first and kill everyone who hurt Chang Xiaoyue!

She also understood that once this game started, there was no way to stop it, even if she had already passed through the ninth level of calamity, she couldn't stop it!

Hu Yun once said that Chang Xiaoyue was destined to die, but now it has become a variable, which is already a good result (from Chapter 69)

I also know that this is the best result, but variables are variables after all, and it is still unknown whether we can really survive the dead end.

The helpless Chang Suzhen tore apart the space in a panic and came to a secret room.

There is a Buddha statue enshrined in the secret room. Chang Suzhen sits on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, clasping her hands together and reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.

The monks only worship heaven and earth, not immortals and Buddhas, and the demon clan even scorns heaven and earth.

But now, all Chang Suzhen can do is recite Buddhist scriptures over and over again, asking the former immortal Buddha to let Xiaoyue live!

……

"You dare!"

A loud shout rang out, and green energy hung upside down and fell from the sky.

Countless green light sword energies arrived in an instant, rushing towards the Human Emperor's destiny and Haoran's righteousness.

The three forces suddenly collided together, and a shocking explosion sounded instantly.

In the human world, a monk's cultivation can only be infinitely lowered.

But this domineering green light sword energy seems to be unreasonable and comes from the sky.

Ling Feng, who was in the distance, looked at the green light sword energy coming from the sky with a solemn expression, with doubts in his eyes. Why is there a monk in the human world who can use such a powerful sword energy?

The Human Emperor's luck and Haoran's righteousness are already the strongest forces in the human world, and monks walking in the human world cannot compete with these two forces.

But today there are monks who can use such great sword energy in the human world, and are not restricted by the rules of the human world. They can call upon so much vitality of heaven and earth and the power of laws.

Then the other party has only one possibility!

"This person originally came from this human world, and he is also the back-up man of this human world!"

Ling Feng squinted his eyes and looked at the center of the battlefield. The black figure looked unusually familiar.

The second disciple of Xiaofeng Mountain, Leng Qingsong!

Under the collision of the three forces, the air waves destroyed mountains and forests. The white snake that was close at hand bore the brunt, but the Qingping sword stood between the white snakes, blocking the waves of the air.

Leng Qingsong, who was dressed in a black outfit, looked at the two giant dragons in front of him, one golden and one white, with a stern face.

The move just now used up almost all the power of the True Yuan Law, and the green lotus in his eyes was almost invisible.

Fortunately, we arrived!

Leng Qingsong glanced at White Snake behind him, who was seriously injured and unconscious. An unprecedented anger accumulated in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out.

Qingping Sword flew to Leng Qingsong's side obediently and stood in the air.

But Leng Qingsong did not reach out to hold the flying sword beside him, but looked at the two people who had evoked the aura of the Human Emperor and the aura of awe-inspiring people.

The former Wang Xiaoming, and Xie Xinzhi whose brother had lost his son!

They have no reason to deal with Chang Xiaoyue, there must be someone else behind it!

Leng Qingsong's gaze swept over the two of them. Just the glance made Wang Mang, a mortal, and Xie Xinzhi, who had just entered the practice, break out in cold sweat.

The Qingping Sword on the side suddenly heard a clang sound, and Ren Jian thought about it.

Leng Qingsong suddenly looked towards a high mountain.

Passing through countless woods and boulders, we settled on the attic of a small courtyard.

And there, Ling Feng, dressed in red, was also looking at him!