Villain: The wife of the heroine, the Emperor of Heaven?I will marry you

Stop talking.

The imaginary world fell into silence.

The young Taoist didn't answer either, but just looked at Su Xunge quietly, which made his heart shudder.

finally.

He gently moved the whisk in his hand to the side, and replied lonely: "Yes or no!"

"Yes or no?" Su Xunge frowned, not understanding the deep meaning of this answer.

Seeing his appearance, the young Taoist laughed heartily again.

"Fellow Daoist, don't think too much. Although I know my identity, I only have a small memory fragment."

"It can be said that I can be regarded as a little true spirit of Daoist Wanmiao when he was young, and I am just a lonely ghost pulled out from the laws collected by Tianbei forcibly!"

Su Xunge frowned even deeper.

What Daoist Wan Miao said was really inexplicable, which made him suspicious.

But at this moment, he is indeed in the ethereal space of the Holy Emperor's Monument, but he can prove the authenticity of these words.

Shaking his head, Su Xunge discarded distracting thoughts.

Looking at it now, the appearance of Daoist Wan Miao is most likely to be the test of the Holy Emperor's Heavenly Monument.

The two are enemies rather than friends.

His eyes passed behind Taoist Wan Miao and the eight figures, Su Xunge only felt that Ya was under a lot of pressure.

A young emperor with the identity of a stone hammer must not be underestimated.

Even though his physical strength far exceeds his, he still can't guarantee that he can win completely.

Not to mention anything else, just like Lin Fan, in the innate realm, he has the ability to strike down and cut down the sky.

And like Taoist Wan Miao, who has already proven himself, how could an outstanding person who once shined through the ages be easily defeated by him.

This time, I have met my enemy!
Thoughts moved.

Su Xunge's deceit gradually arises.

Since it was going to be a nine-wheel battle, instead of sitting still and waiting for others to kill him, he might as well make a move early and deal with one of them first.

It doesn't matter whether he is the young emperor or the undead of the era, as long as he has invincible power, he will push him across.

What to be afraid of.

Thinking of this, Su Xunge's blood boiled even more.

Although he was exhausted from the previous battle of the 36 quasi-emperors, he also enjoyed it.

This is a rare training ground for the Battle Immortal Art. If you miss it, you don't know how long it will take to find such a hearty opportunity for a great battle.

wow~
Just when Daoist Wan Miao corrected his expression and wanted to ask Su Xunge some other questions about future generations.

suddenly.

I saw Su Xunge's throat soared several times, and the blazing fairy light, like a sun, burned in his chest.

"Boom~"

A beam of chaotic fairy light spewed out, and went straight to Taoist Wan Miao.

Its speed is far faster than that of light and sound.

Before Daoist Wanmiao could react, his blue-gray Taoist robe was already submerged.

"Huh? Is this the end?"

Su Xunge originally planned to use Mo Mie Xianguang to cover people's eyes and ears, and fight Daoist Wan Miao close to him.

But I never thought that Taoist Wan Miao had no intention of resisting at all, and let the immortal light add to him.

Demon Miting Immortal Light is the great supernatural power he awakened after refining the Northern Immortal Light.

It can obliterate everything in the world, even space and time, it is still hard to beat the power of magic light corrosion.

Not to mention a semi-holy monk, even if a real saint resisted his move, he would be smashed to pieces.

But in Su Xunge's eyes, Daoist Wan Miao has eaten this fairy light firmly.

Subsequently.

His breath disappeared without a trace.

"Could it be that my strength has far surpassed the intelligent young emperor?" Su Xunge's eyes flickered in doubt.

But vaguely, there was a sense of lurking crisis surging in his heart.

"No, it's never that simple!"

Su Xunge's heart was beating fast, and the sense of crisis was getting closer and closer to him.

It was like being stared at by a tiger, making him feel like a light on his back.

Without thinking too much, the vision behind Su Xunge's blood staining the blue sky erupted with full force.

Heavenly Demon Cauldron on top of head.

Holding the phoenix blood red golden sword in one hand.

In one hand, the green and golden cover of fairy tears.

Appear in the strongest posture.

And the moment he finished all this.

in the void.

Ripples of purple light like glass, like the tide of a waterfall or the rushing sea, pressed towards him from all directions.

The unprecedented tearing feeling made his body ache.

This feeling is like being beaten by countless thorns on the soul, even if his physical body is comparable to the top holy weapon, he can't bear the pain of directly hitting the soul.

"Fellow Daoist is too anxious, it's not time yet." The empty and distant voice came from every direction between heaven and earth.

Subsequently.

The figure of Taoist Wan Miao appeared in front of Su Xunge again.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of being an existence that once proved the Tao, and the ability is not covered!"

The corner of Su Xunge's mouth twitched into a sneer.

On the surface of the body, the black flame condensed for a moment, annihilating the purple light falling on the body.

"Since it's a battle, it's either you die or I live. There's no need to be anxious." Twisting his neck, Su Xunge said coldly

There is no respect for the former emperor in his words.

What he said about the sneak attack was reasonable, which stunned Daoist Wan Miao.

"Ten hundred thousand years have passed, are the monks in Zhongzhou so straightforward?" Daoist Wan Miao said to himself, and immediately nodded in agreement: "I like what I say, if I can live in the same era as you, I will Definitely want to have a drink with you.”

"It's just that people are under the eaves, and poor Taoists can't help themselves. Before these fellow Taoists wake up, please wait for a while."

Say it.

In order to avoid Su Xunge, Taoist Wan Miao made another sneak attack.

Use the means again.

The purple dust whisk in his hand instantly scattered into light and rain, leaving only a short stick in his hand.

Su Xunge narrowed his eyes and looked at Taoist Wan Miao.

There was a difficult thought in my heart.

This flood of light and rain is an attack specifically aimed at the soul, and it is many times stronger than the previous purple light tide.

Come to think of it, Taoist Wan Miao, like him, did not use all his strength just now.

At this time, he was concentrating on defense, and it would be really difficult for him to break through for a while.

"Okay, then I'll wait for a while." Su Xunge said with a smile.

But even though he said so, the faintly flickering eyes betrayed his own true thoughts.

Except for the protagonist, no one would wait for their enemies to grow and not react, that would simply be suicide.

Since the test didn't clearly state the rules, he could have no restrictions.

The sneak attack is just the beginning.

Next, he has to seize all the flaws and open up the situation as soon as possible.

time flies.

Su Xunge kept adjusting his breathing.

And the other side.

Taoist Wan Miao seemed to have seen through Su Xunge's intentions, and tightened his defenses.

soon.

Less than a few breaths later, the phantom of the second young emperor began to regain his sanity.

Like Taoist Wan Miao, the young emperor was confused for a moment after waking up.

Then he looked suspiciously at Su Xunge and Taoist Wan Miao and asked, "I'm in the early days. I don't know if the two fellow Taoists know the holy ones."

This person is the Patriarch of the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning, a brilliant figure who shined in Zhongzhou 20 years ago.

It is also a fragment of the true spirit collected from the Heaven and Earth Avenue by the Holy Emperor's Monument.