No one in Heaven could have guessed that it would end like this.
Jian Wushuang was like a sudden flash of light, forcefully breaking into every line of sight.
It's unbelievable. This is the first time that the fairy peach in the feast was taken away by the Immortal Immortal except the Seventh Emperor's Son.
Moreover, Jian Wushuang is not the little emperor's companion, so the fairy peach in his hand belongs to him completely.
He took out the fairy peach that contained the shackles of numerology from his arms, and he didn't even look at it, as if it was an ordinary fruit.
"Hey, go on." Jian Wushuang smiled slightly and threw the fairy peach to the little emperor.
A stream of light flashed across the air, and then fell into his hands.
Looking at the fruit with flowing power in his hand, the little emperor raised his eyebrows slightly. He only needed to take a bite, and the opportunities in the fairy peach would rush into his body to help him break through.
But the next moment, the little emperor opened and closed his palm and split the fairy peach into two halves.
"Hey, go on." He said the same, throwing half of the peaches to Jian Wushuang.
The two looked at each other and smiled, then bit the peach in their respective hands at the same time.
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The fairy charm is vast and the smoke is flowing.
In the heavenly palace where singing and dancing were still happening, the silence at this moment reached an extreme level.
Emperor Zhenwuyang, who was sitting on the throne, had suppressed anger in his majestic eyes.
Below him, the emperor's sons were all silent and dejected.
Young Master Jiu, who had just woken up from a coma, had a pair of handsome eyes full of coldness.
Two figures slowly walked into the huge palace of heaven.
The little emperor, who had put on a luxurious court uniform again, had a rare smile on his face, and did not care at all that all the eyes were focused on him.
Jian Wushuang, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression and walked slowly forward, as if he had mountains and rivers in his chest, vaguely revealing a majestic and impressive aura.
Facing this kind of scene, he didn't panic at all, and even wanted to say something about it in his heart.
Before entering Dayan Huan, the experience of standing at the pinnacle of the divine universe and controlling the great road gave him an indelible awe-inspiring majesty in every move he made.
Even Zhen Wuyang, who was sitting on the imperial throne, felt strangely like an equal when facing this young man.
But this feeling was quickly erased from his mind. Zhen Wuyang suddenly slapped the document and said, "It's full of smoke!"
All the Yanxian were as silent as cicadas, and they naturally knew why the emperor was so angry.
In several battles to seize the peach, almost all the taboos that should not be violated were violated this time.
They formed groups with each other and became the weapons in the hands of each emperor's son. The eagles and dogs under them were not even half of the heavenly immortals.
But, the most important point is that the iron law that heaven cannot be stained with blood was broken by the little emperor and the weird guy next to him.
So at this moment, the Immortals participating in the fight for the peach looked at the two people with meaningful expressions.
"Kneel down for me, you are useless!" Zhen Wuyang shouted angrily again, almost smashing the document in front of him with his palm.
However, the two figures remained motionless.
Jian Wushuang felt confused and looked to the side.
The little emperor curled his lips and said calmly, "If the emperor wants me to kneel down, there must be a reason. After all, I am a worthless thing, which cannot stand in front of them."
After saying that, he looked at the other six emperors, with ridicule evident in his words.
Emperor Zhenwuyang was extremely angry and slapped the document again, "I am your father! Is this reason enough? Is it enough!"
The little emperor took advantage of the situation and knelt down on one knee, "That's enough."
Seeing the little emperor kneeling down, Zhen Wuyang's expression softened slightly, and a pair of captivating eyes scanned the immortals.
"It's really a mess. A good game was supposed to be done to the end, but dozens of Immortals have fallen. Do you have the right to ignore this iron law?!"
Gongziyu, with a look of resentment on his face, stood up at this moment, "Back to Emperor Father, all those Yanxian who perished were the fault of Gongziyan and the guy next to him. We didn't miss it..."
"Do you think your fault is less serious than theirs?" Zhen Wuyang looked at him, "The divine peak that supports the heaven was destroyed by your own hands, and you tried to break the rules and use it to open the ban on Xiantao. Is that you?!"
Gong Ziyu broke into cold sweat instantly. He did not expect that his meaningless actions would be discovered and his true intention was revealed. "Father, listen to me..."
"No need to explain, I will consciously go to heaven later to get a hundred sticks, even if I miss one stick!" Zhen Wuyang said angrily.
Gongzi Yudeng's face turned pale. The hundred sticks in the heaven were all held by the chief master himself. Each stick was enough to make ordinary immortals suffer extremely.
If these one hundred sticks are used, he may not be able to get out of bed for a hundred years!
"As ordered." Gong Ziyu gritted his teeth and returned to his seat, and Gong Zi Mo, who was not dealing with him, almost laughed out loud.
Zhen Wuyang said in a deep voice, "I am very disappointed with your performance in this Xiantao dispute. Later, everyone will consciously go to the heaven to receive fifty rods to reflect on themselves!"
All the Yanxian had a bitter look on their faces. They did not get much benefit from participating in the heavenly feast, but in the end they received fifty sticks.
But no one dared to refute, they all said, "Follow the order."
At this time, the little emperor pretended to cough, and a bright red color appeared on his already pale cheeks.
"Emperor Father, Young Master Yan is in weak health and may not be able to hold a stick..."
Emperor Zhenwuyang heard the words, nodded, and waved his hand, "Young Master Yan is exempted from punishment, and the rest will be punished as usual."
As soon as these words came out, the other six emperors became angry and glared at the little emperor, but they did not dare to say anything for fear of getting more sticks.
As if he was afraid that the Yanxian would think he was biased, Zhen Wuyang then said, "But Young Master Yan's behavior is bad, so let's punish him to face the wall at Tingfeng Tower for ten years."
It would have been better not to say this, but as soon as he said it, the eyes of all Yanxian almost burned the little emperor to ashes.
It is said that it is better to go to the Fengtai to face the wall for punishment, isn't it more appropriate to go on vacation?!
The entire Tingfeng Terrace contains thousands of peach forests and vast bamboo forests with fairy charm. Among them are the heavenly spirits chatting, and from time to time you can see fairies dancing.
In this kind of environment, can you face the wall and think about it?
"What are you waiting for if you don't go and receive your punishment? Isn't that enough?" Zhen Wuyang's majestic voice resounded.
After hearing this, all the immortals rushed out of the heaven, fearing that they would be left behind.
After taking a deep look at the young emperor, Master Jiu's eyes flashed with gloom and violence, and then he walked out of the heaven.
For a time, there were only more than a hundred figures left in this huge heaven.
Every elder looked at Little Emperor and Jian Wushuang with great interest, seeming to have great interest in their combination.
Looking at Jian Wushuang with supreme pressure, Zhen Wuyang said quietly, "Why don't you go and receive the punishment?"