Jian Wushuang's head was covered with black lines. Looking at the majestic posture of the Heaven Realm, he was afraid that if he really wanted to go straight to Zhen Wuyang's lair, he would be powerless.
"I didn't mean to cause trouble, you misunderstood." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, and then told the whole story in general.
At the end, there was silence in the Boyang bottle, and then a burst of uncontrollable excitement broke out.
"Great, little friend, please continue to maintain a relationship with the little emperor Lao Shizi and gain trust. When our three emperors recover one day, we can come directly to destroy Mr. Zhen Wuyang's lair. It will be very convenient and quick!"
"No, not too bad." The corners of Jian Wushuang's mouth twitched.
"My little friend, don't be under too much psychological pressure. Just act as usual and increase your sense of presence. Leave the rest to us!"
"..."
"It really saves a lot of effort. Mr. Wuyang would never have imagined that we would be right next to him!"
"Shhh, be quiet, we must not reveal our presence next time, everything is up to the kid's decision."
"Little friend, please take care of yourself next time. Don't call us out unless you have to. Of course, don't call us out unless you have to. We can recharge our batteries."
Jian Wushuang still wanted to speak, but the stopper of the Boyang bottle was immediately closed, leaving no chance.
He smiled bitterly.
At this moment, Chen Qing's voice sounded from outside the carriage, "Brother Jian, it's time for us to get off the carriage."
Jian Wushuang responded, and then took Chunqiu out of the chariot.
With the soles of his feet on the vast wandering clouds, Chen Qing took the lead and ran over, laughing loudly, "Brother Jian, how do you feel?"
Looking around, Jian Wushuang nodded and said, "Pretty good."
As they talked, figures riding cranes, wielding swords, or riding chariots gathered in front of the heavenly gate.
Looking around, without exception, they are all in the realm of immortality.
In the vast expanse of wandering clouds, countless colorful lotus peaks and rainbow shadows complement each other. In the center of the nine vast and boundless heavens, there is a supreme avenue paved by wandering clouds.
Nearly a hundred figures have already gathered outside Tianmen.
Under the guidance of a thin purple robe, the little emperor, wearing a blood-stained court uniform, slowly walked down the chariot.
The more than a hundred Yanxian who were also waiting here looked at each other after seeing the somewhat embarrassed little emperor, and then they all said with unwillingness, "I have seen the little emperor."
Without even looking at the perfunctory Immortals, the little emperor walked towards Jian Wushuang with a slightly frivolous step.
"Brother Jian, come with me."
Jian Wushuang nodded, looked around again, and then stood behind the little emperor.
There are only six Immortals left, one ancestor is following them, and even the guard of honor is gone.
Looking at the slightly embarrassed figure of the little emperor, the hundreds of immortals are all meaningful and different.
Those guarding the Tianmen are stationed by dozens of immortals wearing silver helmets.
The first two Yanxians held a forked ax in their hands, stepped forward and cupped their hands, saying, "I have seen the little emperor, and the emperor has given orders. The time has not come yet, so we must not..."
Before he could finish his words, the little emperor, who was wearing a fierce look, suddenly raised his body and kicked the two Yanxians away without any warning.
"Get out of my way!" the little emperor said sullenly, and then strode into the Tianmen, no one dared to stop him.
The two Yanxian who were kicked away looked disgraced and stood there awkwardly.
Jian Wushuang waved his hand and threw the axes scattered on the ground to the two of them, then walked up to follow the little emperor and walked on this supreme road together.
And the figure waiting outside the Tianmen began to discuss in a low voice.
One of the elders with white hair and beard, holding a fly whisk, snorted coldly, "You are becoming more and more domineering. In my opinion, after this banquet, the position of the young emperor should belong to Gongzijiu!"
"Fujie, I'm not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing. If your words reach the ears of the little emperor, you probably won't be able to get out of the heaven, and you will be struck by two swords."
One of them, a middle-aged man with extraordinary charm, seemed to have trouble with the white-haired elder and responded with a sneer.
The expression of the elder named Fujie changed slightly, as if he had recalled something. He stopped talking and closed his eyes to meditate.
At this moment, another imperial chariot gathered in front of the heavenly gate.
On these royal chariots, they are each marked with different fonts.
In front of the imperial chariot, the flag with the word "Jiu" in its name was flying in the wind.
Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in pure tooth-white court clothes walked out of the royal chariot.
When the Immortals who were standing separately saw this, they hurriedly stepped forward, cupped their hands and said, "I have seen the Second Young Master."
This handsome young man in plain court clothes jumped slightly when he saw the royal chariot with the flag of "Yan" standing aside. Then he looked at the Yanxians who came to greet him and smiled slightly, "Everyone
Immortal family, let’s go to heaven with Master Jiu.”
"Promise." All the Immortals agreed, with smiles on their faces.
As Young Master Jiu entered the heaven, dozens of imperial chariots gathered in succession.
And in front of these royal chariots, they all have their own names.
"Yu, Qian, Mo, Hua, Lin." There are many.
Wearing court clothes, the figures slowly got off the car, with different expressions. After smiling at each other, they followed their respective companions and stepped into the Tianmen.
Walking on this supreme avenue, Jian Wushuang felt that the energy in his body was renewing and transforming at a perceptible speed.
At the same time, the voice of supreme majesty, like a great bell, resounded throughout the entire heaven.
"The Heavenly Court is open, all immortals, please take your seats one by one."
Jian Wushuang raised his head and looked at the front. At the front of this supreme avenue was the magnificent heaven.
Ever since he woke up, the little emperor's face had become extremely gloomy, and his aura of violence had become more solid. It seemed as if he was not going to a banquet this time, but to fight.
On the way here, after being intercepted and killed, the clothes of Jian Wushuang and others were somewhat torn and stained with blood, and they looked full of evil spirits.
Walking forward without knowing how much time passed, when the heaven with thousands of waterfalls appeared in front of everyone, a rainbow bridge connected from the heaven to the heaven, which was magnificent and magnificent.
There were more than a hundred young boys walking over the Hongqiao, with red lips and white teeth. No one would have thought that these boys were extremely powerful top cultivators.
"Ami has met the little emperor." A little girl flew straight into the little emperor's arms and grinned.
At this point, the anger in the little emperor's body was somewhat restrained.
"Little Ami, have you been lazy in your practice during the years when I was away?" His expression rarely softened a lot, and he walked slowly forward with the little girl in his arms.
The little girl tilted her head and said with some embarrassment, "Ami, I'm a little lazy. After all, practicing is very boring. Look, I've lost a lot of hair because of it."