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Chapter 493 Undercurrent surging

The heavy chains locked the hands and feet of the three gods together, but fortunately they had not penetrated their bones. Their cultivation was not destroyed by the confinement, and there were no scars on their bodies except for the difficulty in moving. As the master of a house, Long Teng

He didn't even bother to use other means to hurt them, but he would let them witness his bloodbath in King Yu's Divine Mansion.

Five hundred years ago, Baxi went through all the troubles to find Zi Hanxiao and Di Feiyu. When he passed through the realm of Tenglong God's Mansion, he found that the golden dragon Qionghong was fighting with a vicious black-faced god. Baxi couldn't help but pull out.

The Dementia Bell stepped forward to help, and Zi Hanxiao and Di Feiyu naturally also stepped forward to help. Who knew that the evil god sneered when he saw the Dementia Bell, turned his palm and raised a giant hammer, and knocked down the Dementia Bell with just one hammer.

Zhong Bang turned into powder, and then he captured the four gods together, sealed their cultivations, and brought them into the Tenglong Divine Mansion.

"Hahaha! Master Tenglong, right? I advise you to let me go as soon as possible, otherwise my brothers will burn your kennel clean when they come." Baxi laughed angrily, taking all of Longteng's blood in his mouth

Cheap.

Long Teng was not angry, but gently stroked the golden dragon's claws with his palms. However, the golden dragon's eyes erupted with blazing anger, and the dragon's head swung rapidly. He wanted to lower his head and use the horn to pierce Long Teng's head.

After being reduced to a chair for five hundred years, Qionghong did not give up. However, his cultivation level was sealed, and even his body was sealed by the master of Tenglong Palace with his magical power. Except for his head, which could move left and right, he could not even make a sound.

I can only watch helplessly as the Lord of Tenglong Palace sits on top of me and gives orders every day, and the pain in my heart is a hundred times worse than that of Ba Xi and other gods.

"I wonder if King Yu's son would be furious if he knew that you were all captured by me?" Long Teng smiled and glanced up at the three gods, with an unknown look in his eyes, as if he had seen that person.

As if the son of the arrogant King Yu was furious, his whole body became excited.

"No!" Di Feiyu shook his head with a serious face and replied calmly.

This answer aroused Long Teng's interest. He leaned forward slightly and said with a smile: "No? So you don't have a deep friendship with him!"

"No, do you really want to know what Qiankun will do to you?" Di Feiyu shook his head again and said seriously.

These five hundred years of imprisonment have not weakened their mutual belief, but have become stronger. Even if they are imprisoned for another five thousand years, fifty thousand years, or even longer, they will definitely not be able to change it.

"Oh? You might as well tell me." Long Teng smiled enthusiastically. The god-man in front of him who had just reached the realm of true god really aroused his curiosity.

Di Feiyu pretended to be mysterious and smiled and said: "How about we have three bottles of wine with the three of us and I'll tell you?" After saying that, he stretched out his dry tongue and licked his lips.

Five hundred years without water is a very sad thing. When Di Feiyu made this request, Ba Xi couldn't help but lower his head, he was laughing.

"Come on! Give me some wine." Long Teng suddenly shouted, and the three dragon generals fetched three pots of fine wine. When the spout tipped, Emperor Feiyu and Baxi quickly took a bite and started drinking. Zi smiled slightly.

As soon as he thought deeply, he lowered his head and bit the spout of the other pot. In just a moment, all three pots of fine wine were drank.

"Well! The wine from the divine realm is not as good as the immortal realm. It can barely be regarded as a throat soothing product." Di Feiyu licked the remaining wine on his lips and shook his head for a while.

"Hey! You drank my throat soothing substance, please answer that question quickly." Before Long Teng could say anything, he started to scream strangely.

"You are such a bastard. I wanted to trick you into drinking a pot of wine, but you took it seriously. Anyway, it's better to answer, lest the Lord of Tenglong Palace bend his intestines." Di Feiyu pretended to be angry.

He said with a sigh, dragging the heavy chain up the first two steps: "Master of the palace, listen carefully, if Qiankun finds out that you dare to imprison our brothers for five hundred years, your anus will be exploded."

"Uh!" Ba Xi's eyes widened. He naturally understood what the chrysanthemum was referring to, but the words coming from Di Feiyu's mouth still made him choke. Then he raised his head and laughed wildly. Even the restrained man

Qionghong also narrowed his eyes and shed two tears.

How could the Soaring God King know what the chrysanthemum was referring to? However, it was easy to see from Ba Xi’s exaggerated smile that it was neither certain nor a good thing to say. However, he refused to lose his momentum and said with a loud smile: "Hahaha

!I would like to try the taste of popping anus."

Di Feiyu looked at the god king in front of him with a smile, and the scene when Liu Qiankun dealt with Yunluo Jinxian in the immortal world reappeared in his mind. He thought to himself: Qiankun, if you can't meet these demands, he will really let Feiyu down.

So much expected...

"What a bunch of naughty little gods. Tomorrow the king will let you see with your own eyes that the son of King Yu is completely destroyed, and take him down." Long Teng waved his hand, and the seven dragon generals immediately pulled the chains and connected the three gods.

He was dragged and escorted into the apse.

Long Teng lay on his back on the comfortable dragon chair and was about to take a good rest. Unexpectedly, his left palm shook in vain, and the black jade finger on his thumb flashed with a halo of light.

"Grandson, do you really want to kill the son of King Yu?" A confused voice came from Long Teng's mind, but there was a hint of helplessness in it.

Long Teng raised his left palm and pointed at the shining finger and said, "Great-grandfather, why should I ask again? My grandson will not feel at ease if he doesn't kill King Yu's son. Just spare King Yu's life."

This ring finger is obviously a messenger orb, but the origin of the great-grandfather in Long Teng's mouth is unknown. Hearing Long Teng's strong tone, he stopped talking. The brilliance on the ring finger disappeared and returned to its previous antique appearance.

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Long Teng raised the corner of his mouth and gave a cold smile. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the dragon's head and murmured: "Although we are the same kind, you are careless in making friends. We will come back tomorrow after taking the head of King Yu's son."

Extract your dragon soul and give it to the God of Destiny as a small gift, hahaha!"

Wild laughter echoed in the hall for a long time.

A wisp of the setting sun slowly fell below the sea level, leaving only a blood-like afterglow. Liu Qiankun and King Yu stood side by side, and the cold sea breeze made the father and son's robes rustle.

"Qiankun, do you really not need your father's intervention in the battle tomorrow?" King Yu faced the sea breeze, and the afterglow of the setting sun gave the once-powerful king of the God Realm a sense of sunset.

"Father, don't worry. Either Qiankun is arrogant, or even that Long Teng who has refined the ancient godhead will be killed by the sword. If my father is in the mood to warm up a pot of fine wine for the child in the battle tomorrow, he will definitely give it to his father when he takes Long Teng's head.

Let's drink together." Liu Qiankun stood with his hands behind his hands, his words showing a strong sense of confidence.

Tomorrow, this peaceful sea may no longer be peaceful, and a turbulent undercurrent is quietly brewing under the sea not far away.

(Brothers, there is an undercurrent surging in Xinghui’s nostrils today. The cold feels really bad. Come and get some free recommendation tickets and a few free gold medals to cheer up your spirits!)


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