Chapter 295: As an emperor, when the town has all enemies in the world, it can be understood

Towering like mountains.
Seems to be able to swallow the world's Nantianmen.
Except for the clouds that spread around and spread everywhere, I couldn't see anything at all, except for white, only white, quiet as if I were in a lonely universe.
Full of boring atmosphere.
In the air.
It is even chilly, ordinary people, stay here for a second, I am afraid that in the next moment, they will become a hard popsicle.
Even a monk.
It may not be able to withstand the cold inside, and it is completely aimed at the state of mind, and it is torturing people's willpower every moment.
And in the depths.
A white dress carrying his hands, like an immortal sky, indifferent, deep eyes like the abyss, has been looking at the front quietly, the sight has never been a slight shake.
In front of this white dress.
It is a girl sitting cross-legged in the air, eyes closed slightly, wearing a purple dress, with a pair of willow-like eyes, thin lips like jade, long hair draped on both shoulders, a slightly cold face.
The girl is all around.
All of them were filled with a faint sacred breath, and turned into nothingness. At the next moment, a breath of incomparable vicissitudes of time was immediately poured into the whole body.
It's like wading through time.
Girl's face.
From the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl, it quickly became a tall, cool-looking face, a purple skirt, and some indulgent girls' torsoes, foreign objects on the chest, all exposed so little.
But even so.
The white dress in front of her had never blinked, still calm.
next moment.
The cold girl in front of him changed again, his hair was completely white, and his face was covered with wrinkles, but in an instant, he returned to his original appearance.
For Chu Lingxiao.
If he wanted someone to become a strong man among monks in an instant, it was just something he could do.
Even a mortal who has no self-cultivation, he can let the other party become an emperor of any level.
But do it.
But it can never become the king of the same rank.
Except Ruchen Jiannan.
There are already universe-level arrogance and talented monks. Otherwise, forcibly raising the opponent's realm will only have the effect of promoting seedlings. For the prospect of the entire universe, you can really stop thinking about it.
Five years.
An Qingmeng has really faded his childishness.
Although she was only 16 years old, her cold face had already given her a beauty blank. The most important thing was that she had a dignified temperament and belonged to the sacred aura of the godless.
Chu Lingxiao carried his hands together, as always, his eyes were quiet and calm, the breath was like a still water, far and quiet, as if he was standing in front of An Qingmeng, and he has been standing for five years.
The reason why he chose An Qingmeng.
One of the most important reasons for being the new Lord of Heavenly Court is that An Qianmeng was the former Lord of Heavenly Court, Haotian, transformed by a drop of essence before death. From another aspect.
An Qianmeng.
Haotian is alive!
Empty.
Deep in the cold Nantianmen.
suddenly.
Intermittently.
There was a vibrato.
"Lord ... Master, I ... I'm cold."
I saw Long Bingyao wearing a Tsing Yi behind Chu Lingxiao, sitting cross-legged there.
However, because she was not being sublimed by Chu Lingxiao like An Qianmeng, she could not feel the extremely cold breath here.
But Long Bingyao was here, and stayed for five years. Until today, she finally couldn't support her.
Jiao body kept shaking.
The pretty face was even bloodless, and his eyes were weak, and he looked up with grievance and looked at his body with his back to his own Chu Lingxiao.
She overestimated herself a little.
I thought that in five years, my self-cultivation was greatly improved here. I stepped directly into the peak of the ancient king realm, embarked on the heavenly emperor law, and also reached the fifth floor. I felt a hint of emperor realm.
But I didn't expect it.
A monk who has reached her level, even the cold here, can only withstand five years, and can't stand it anymore.
"Lord ... Master ..."
Long Bingyao opened his mouth and wanted Chu Lingxiao to expel her coldness, but before she finished, she was interrupted by Chu Lingxiao's soft voice.
"Can't hold on, you go out first."
But after Long Bingyao listened.
I felt wronged in my heart.
There was a slight tear in his beautiful eyes.
"Lord ... Master, I obviously want to be with you ..."
She felt that Chu Lingxiao was saying that she was useless, involuntarily, arrogant, and sat up cross-legged again, struggling with all her strength, running her body's mana, and continuing to resist the cold.
but.
Just a few seconds later.
Feeling cold deep into the bone marrow, the remaining mana in the body is simply not enough to resist the constant cold.
But looking at Chu Lingxiao, who still turned his back to himself and seemed to care nothing, Long Bingyao felt a little more uncomfortable in his heart. The grievances in his heart, he could not bear it all at once, when he cried out completely.
It is the next moment.
Only feel the body.
There was a warmth that had never been felt before, and it slowly flowed into every corner of her body, making her almost open her mouth and groaned out.
"From now on, you will no longer have to practice the Heavenly Emperor Law. This is your Dragon Dragon Ancestral Law. You will practice this in the future."
Faint voice.
There was a moment echoing in Long Bingyao's ears, and suddenly a mind-blowing fixation that was hundreds of times stronger than the Emperor's Emperor's Law appeared in her mind.
But at the moment Long Bingyao.
The pair of beautiful eyes looking at Chu Lingxiao are even more infatuated.
...
The whole eastern land.
Since five years ago, the announcement of the new Lord of Heaven, from the age of only 11 years old, An Qianmeng, succeeded.
Comments on An Qingmeng.
It never stopped.
Even at the time when young monks became stronger and stronger, the voice of discussion became more ironic.
Not just the world below.
In the hearts of the heavenly immortals, there are also quite a few words.
But no one dared to say.
Because behind An Qianmeng, Chu Lingxiao stood ...
But at this moment.
Nantianmen, which had been silent for five years, suddenly heard a faint word from inside. Suddenly, like a huge gust of wind, it suddenly swept down.
Although the sound is soft.
Although small.
But it is more vibrating than any heavy drum in the world.
In an instant.
The voice reverberates across the sky, and the stunned discussion sounds disappear without a trace.
"For the Emperor, to understand all the enemies in the world?"
Murmur!
this moment.
The hairs of countless people were all erected, and they swallowed a spit, because they all knew who the master of the voice was, and those who had just been discussing, directly covered their mouths in fright, and their faces were panic , For fear of what was just said, the uneasy look heard.
this moment.
East is on the ground, there is silence.
Everyone, staring straight at the eyes and looking at the direction of Nantianmen, did not dare to say anything.
No one thought of it.
After five years of silence, there will be a sudden movement today!
"For the Emperor, to understand all the enemies in the world?"
It is still this sentence.
But let the world below, and even all the heavenly court immortals, the body tremble, as if a heart, mentioned his throat, all stared blankly at Nantianmen.
And in the south of China, Feng Jiuxiao in that manor.
But looking at the direction of Nantianmen.
In the eye.
There was a hint of confusion, as if this sentence suddenly aroused some memories of her.
Three hundred thousand years ago.
Above the dazzling Milky Way.
The white dress, with his hands on his back, asked her like this in front of herself.
"For the Emperor ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Become all enemies in the world, can you understand?"
this moment.
Two people, two very different figures, two places, but at this moment, they spoke out at the same time.
Just two words.
"understand."
But only saw.
this moment.
Under the eyes of countless tremors, towering south Tianmen, the golden light emerged, and in it, a trace of dignity permeated.
next moment.
After the faint voice fell, there was no doubt about An Qingmeng in the whole East, only the fear and trembling from the heart.
"From now on, you will no longer be called An Qianmeng. From now on, you have only one name, Empress An Hong!"