Su Yu reached out and took the scepter of the holy way into his hand.
This staff is gentle to the touch, with a touch of warmth. It is made from the sacrifice of the Nine Heavens Red Jade King. It is extremely delicate. The top is also inlaid with a starry sky eye carved from phoenix blood red gold, with ninety-nine lines on it.
The sky is surrounded by dragons, magnificent and dazzling.
It is precisely because of this fairy gold bead that the blood jade scepter is dyed with a layer of metallic luster, as brilliant as a rainbow and extremely beautiful.
"Buzz!"
The dreamlike staff trembled slightly, and thousands of strands of divine light fell down, as bright as stars. The veins on the jade body shone brightly, blooming with immortal brilliance.
Su Yu stared at the staff in his hand. Chaos light surged out from his hand, with a hint of imperial aura, enveloping the holy weapon. His Dao-killing power forcibly obliterated the mark of the original owner.
This sacred weapon also resisted Su Yu's aura, but was eventually branded by him.
Seeing that the red jade staff was still trembling and showing an uncooperative look, Su Yu smiled faintly and knocked it out of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar.
What awaits him after that will be the whipping of the Emperor Qi Divine Chain. This is the consequence of resisting Su Yu!
This kind of thing will only happen now. When he obtains the art of military art, he can conquer the holy weapons and gods without the need for imperial weapons...
Yang Yiyu waved her hand to remove the covering formation here, and then the two of them walked out.
When he came back, he passed by a cave. Su Yu stopped and looked deeply at the divine source block inside.
Yang Yi also stopped her steps and stood next to the black-haired young man. Her lips moved slightly, revealing her white teeth, but she remained speechless in the end.
She followed Su Yu silently, with unspeakable complexity in her eyes.
The subtle fragrance floats, the woman's hair is flying, the beautiful lines exposed, and the soft expression seem to have frozen time and space, sketching out a hazy picture.
"Let's go!"
Su Yu retracted his gaze, with a calm expression, and passed by, disappearing into the mist without looking back.
The saintly lady in silver skirt lowered her head, her expression was inexplicable, and there was a faint sense of loss in her heart.
Previously, if Ziwei Divine Dynasty's background wanted to harm Su Yu, she could kill the opponent without any scruples.
But now that the saints on the other side are all dead, they no longer have the power to resist. They are just lambs to be slaughtered. Their lives depend on what she and Su Yu think.
Now the two Dacheng Kings in front of her are both about to die. Even if Su Yu takes action alone, he can crush them...
"I've obviously made up my mind to support him, why do I have such thoughts now..."
The fairy mist was misty, and Yang Yi stood there, her lavender hair was extremely smooth, hanging down around her waist, and her face was as delicate and delicate as mutton-fat white jade, which could be broken by a blow, giving people a feeling of being weak and wanting to pity her.
But there was light blooming in her bright and clear purple pupils, and there was perseverance in them.
This fusion of delicate and heroic aura made her look extremely hazy.
Time passed slowly, and the graceful and slender figure in the mist gradually disappeared, leaving only the piece of divine source.
After everything returned to silence, the gray-haired old man in the source moved, then opened his eyes and shot out two electric lights.
He found out a spiritual thought, wanting to know the whole story.
After a moment, a pair of amethyst pupils in the divine source flashed with the light of runes. The gray-haired old man became suspicious and secretly thought: "There is a strange movement in the ancestral palace, and there is that frightening aura. Is it the Taiyin King or the Golden Crow King? How dare this generation dare to do so."
Bring outsiders to the ancestral palace."
In his eyes, the remnants of the Emperor's Qi here could only come from the Taiyin Sect and the Golden Crow Clan. After all, only these two forces could cultivate the indifferent Emperor's Qi.
Among them, although the Jinwu tribe only has the incomplete "Old Sun Sutra", they can rely on their own innate fire body to complete the incomplete Imperial Sutra. The best among them are not inferior to the successors of the Taiyin God Sect, with the power to burn the sky, boil the sea, and
All things are ashes.
Just when he was about to create a spiritual clone and clear away everything, in the void, the light and shadow were blurred, and in the boundless silence, a beautiful curve came out.
Her whole body was wrapped in silver armor, with only a pair of autumn eyes and a head of hair shimmering with starlight exposed, looking at the semi-holy being in the divine source with cold eyes.
"Outsiders!" The gray-haired old man frowned, with some shadows in his heart.
He recited the divine formula, and his forehead bones emitted wisps of crystal light. The power of his divine thoughts turned into a source, condensed with the chain of the holy way, and became an incarnation.
"Who are you?" The gray-haired old man's eyes were sharp, and there was murderous intent in his eyes.
"For the sake of your descendants, you'd better perish!"
Yang Yi lowered her eyes slightly, and the red clouds flowed in her hands, forming the Chaos Seal...
On the top of the mountain, Su Yu overlooked the sea of clouds. In his eyes, the runes and tracks intertwined, like stars shining brightly.
He didn't care about the two remaining figures of the Ziwei Dynasty. If Yang Yi was not around, maybe he would devour them casually, but since the other party didn't want to see that scene, he naturally wouldn't do it.
After all, the blood of those two people was withered, and their bodies did not have much essence and blood.
"Ming Dao!" Su Yu closed his eyes and said indifferently.
In the clouds and mist, Emperor Ziwei came out, knelt down on the sky, and said respectfully: "What are your orders from the Emperor!"
Su Yu first gave the other party a bottle of divine spring, and then said expressionlessly: "Let Yue Shi and Xing Gui come over tonight, I want to give them two divine arts.
Yue Shi, Risha, and Xing Gui are the three most famous princesses of this generation of the Ziwei Dynasty. The three of them are of the same mother as the other, and they all have the beauty of being shy of the moon, and they have a very high status among the younger generation.
Among them, Princess Risha married off to Poseidon Island and has not yet entered the list of beauties. Princess Yueshi was extremely talented and beautiful, and was the second most beautiful woman in the Ziwei Ancient Star Region. Princess Xinggui had just grown up and had not yet left the imperial city.
"Yes!" Emperor Ziwei showed a hint of joy on his face, excited.
Under the influence of the God-Saving Art, he surrendered his body and mind to Su Yu, and naturally he would not object to this matter. Moreover, as his master was generous, it was an opportunity for Yue Shi and Xing Gui to serve each other.
He put the jade bottle into his sleeve and then slowly stepped back...
Suddenly, auspicious aura swirled around, a burst of green light jumped out, and dots of silver light fell on the sky. The skirt swayed, revealing two crystal white jade legs.
"Are you still angry?"
Yang Yi's eyes were soft, and her hands were wrapped around Su Yu's waist. She leaned on Su Yu's shoulder, letting the other person's hair blow on her face, with a gentle expression.
Su Yu turned around, hugged the woman around his waist, with stars in his eyes, and said in her ear: "No, those are just trivial matters. There is no difference between killing or not killing."
"You lied to me." Yang Yi looked into Su Yu's eyes and said seriously.
"No, you are overthinking."
Su Yu shook his head and denied what the other party said.
Yang Yi'e frowned slightly and said quickly: "I just... I just don't want you to become the kind of person who kills at will, Yu'er, don't think too much about it."
"I know, I know everything."
Su Yu stroked her soft shoulders, a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes, then lowered his head and kissed her.
"Ah..." Yang Yi wanted to say something else. She wanted to release the two people and express her feelings.
However, at this moment, she had fallen into boundless tenderness and could no longer do anything else. She could only bend down passively and let Su Yu hug her.
The clouds were long, and the sun shone on the sacred mountain, refracting wisps of colorful light. The light fell on the two people. Chaos gradually emerged, the halo was hazy, and the auspicious colors intertwined. This world revealed its brightest part.