At the same time.

In the cave of Yunmeng Pavilion, Jun Er, Jung-Emperor, talked and laughed with her while talking and laughing.

"Sister Jun'er, can you not mention him?" Yunmeng Pavilion was very depressed, "Be careful that I will turn against you."

"From childhood to adulthood, we have turned against each other for 80 times, not even this time." Jun'er's quasi-emperor smiled. She and Yunmeng Pavilion are not plastic sisters, but best friends who have lived and died together.

"well……"

Yunmeng Pavilion held his cheek with one hand and said, "You said, how did that dead liar give me an illusion that it is the emperor wearing the shell of the seven catastrophe?"

"Because, his posture of the great emperor is the most prosperous among the monks I know!" Jun'er's quasi-emperor took a sip of juice and said, "Even Kong Luo, who was crowned as a quasi-emperor, could suppress an era, was sucked in his hands. This was still an illusory world that could not use the artistic conception of the quasi-emperor, but I don't know how to make up for the gap in the complete mystery of the origin. Sister, if you don't use the rumor to win him to the pillow, then sister, I'll take my love with you?"

"Go, go quickly, so I will be relieved."

Yunmeng Pavilion waved its hands repeatedly.

"Then don't regret it." Jun'er's quasi-emperor blinked.

"If I regret it, I will turn my name upside down, and I will dreamy in the foothills!" Yunmeng Museum didn't care.

"Well, I think you're really going to miss the destined marriage."

Jun'er's quasi-emperor was deeply regretful.

Immediately, a monk's voice came from outside the cave, "Yunmeng Museum, something is not good!"

"Your Excellency, what's wrong?"

Yunmeng Pavilion frowned, the other party's voice was extremely strange, and it was obvious that there had never been any intersection.

"About your husband." The other party said.

"Puff!"

"Puchi..."

The previous voice was the laughter that Jun'er quasi-emperor couldn't help.

The latter sound was that Yunmeng Museum almost squirted blood onto the cave door!

Why are you surrounding that dead liar, endlessly!

"The Demon Sword Azuo has left the seclusion and went straight to the hill where your despair husband is, and even entered his cave!" The enthusiastic monk said and left.

After hearing this, Jun'er and Yunmeng Pavilion looked at each other.

"Do you want to go over and take a look?"

After a moment, Jun'er quasi-emperor spoke, "Can it be Kong Luo who asked to deal with his brother-in-law?"

"Kong Luo doesn't have that much energy yet, please move the magic sword Azuo." Yunmeng Pavilion hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Forget it. In reality, the magic sword Azuo is a legend that is far ahead. In the illusory world, it may not be possible. His seventh level of heaven cannot be brought into it. No matter what the reason, even if the confrontation is fought, it may not be possible to do anything to the dead liar."

"Okay." Jun'er junti spread his hands.

"Bao, what brother-in-law, what brother-in-law, breaking up like this again!" Yunmeng Library came back and corrected it immediately!

"Yeah, you're right." Jun'er quasi-di smiled.

...

Small hill.

Wuming is in a cave that is well-known to everyone after today's battle.

Zhao Fan looked at the black figure who was only three meters away from him, and his white robe formed a sharp contrast with the other party.

It’s the Demon Sword Azuo!

Even in the illusory world with the same starting point, Zhao Fan felt inexplicably restless in the face of the former.

This is the real aura!

In that battle, nothing to say or do, it will cause great stress in the mood!

Even Zhao Fan couldn't even imagine that he would confront him. He had a premonition that the other party could absolutely crush him as soon as he took action!

The Demon Sword Azuo did not speak, and Zhao Fan did not say anything, because he didn't know what the purpose was.

They looked at each other for ten breaths.

The demon sword Azuo turned around and walked out of the cave, saying, "For me in the future, you may be qualified to be an opponent."

After the words came to an end, he left.

It was inexplicable to leave Zhao Fan behind.

After a while, he chased out of the cave door, looked at the gradually moving black back and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to waste time waiting for a possible opponent."

The rumor that Azuo, the Demon Sword, said: "If you can enter the realm of the Emperor one day, I will look for you again."

Waste of time?

Entering the realm of the Emperor?

Can it be?

Zhao Fan looked at the black back in shock, and the magic sword Azuo was about to become an emperor after the end of the battle!!!

In Zhao Fan's consciousness, he recalled the whole process of the magic sword Azuo from coming to leaving, but briefly left him with a deep impression, "This is what a strong man should look like."

Zhao Fan clenched his fists and then let go. He said in his heart: "Since that's the case, then... Demon Sword Azuo, see you in the realm of the Great Emperor!"

Afterwards, he returned to the cave amid the puzzled eyes of many monks.

"Why do the same body, the same level of resources, and the magic sword Azuo make me feel that it is invincible and powerful?"
Chapter completed!