Heavenly Star

Chapter 3: Heavenly Heavens

From a few words before Ye Wuchen, the clouds of water had figured out his intentions, and his heart pounded. (.) He did not know what method Ye Wuchen was going to use to destroy the southern emperor, but he chose not to have reason to believe him. This is the blood of the southern emperor engraved in the bones of the southern emperor, without any reason, without any shaking and changing loyalty.

Ye Wuchen said: “If you say so, I'm relieved.” He took a pause and went on to say, "The Southern Emperor's power is all over the world, and you know more about it than I do. Though it brings together less than a fifth of the Southern Emperor's people, it is almost all top experts and the source of the Southern Emperor's overlooking the world. And as long as the roots of the Southern Emperor are destroyed, the entire Southern Emperor will be in chaos for a long time, not even collapsed. ”

“Holy Lord, what do you want? ”

Since Ye Wuchen arrived here, he has restored his freedom with the Sword of the Chopping Star, but has not asked him what he should have asked in this situation, nor has he told him his own details, how to find it, come here, let alone take him away from here for the first time, but without any bending angle [the question directly asked a very sharp question. Suddenly, Shui Yuntian suddenly felt that he was not a man who had been locked up for 23 years. He had just been rescued by Ye Wuchen, but had followed him. He had been loyal to him for a long time. At this time, he was talking about the great things of Zongzhong. His attention also began to focus on every sentence Ye Wuchen said, and his eagerness to rush out to see the world was also quietly suppressed.

“Today, here… the roots of the Southern Emperor, if not all, must be destroyed, at least half.” Ye Wuchen pointed his finger at the land beneath the earth and said a plain word that surprised Shuiyun's heart.

“Then…”

“You don't have to ask, it won't take long and you'll know.” Ye Wuchen lifted his hand and interrupted his words. The clouds of water slightly nodded and there was infinite doubt in my heart, and I didn't ask any more questions.

Ye Wuchen stretched out his left hand and took out from the sword god rings one by one what had been ready a few days earlier: a set of pitch black nightgowns, as well as scissors, wooden combs and other bath combs, and finally summoned a huge water bag. Without Ye Wuchen's explicit words, Mizuyun knows what it is for.

“Sword God Ring.” The clouds of water glanced at Ye Chen's left hand and sighed: “I met Chu's predecessor by chance, I was tempered by his temper, I met him late. Haven't seen it for more than 20 years, it's changed dramatically, and I don't know how many more of the people I remember remember remember remember me. ”

Ye Wuchen held his eyes, turned his back and walked out a little bit. Behind him came the voice of the clouds of water: "Lord, why don't you leave now? ”

“This is not the time.” Ye Wuchen knew that he would have this question. He did not turn around and replied: “This is the best place to take refuge. When everything is settled, you will naturally be taken away. All you have to do now is change your clothes. After today, no one will now that you've left, just assume that you're dead. Besides, I have no shortage of water for your son, and your wife Shuifu was taken out of the Southern Emperor two days ago by your daughter Shui Mengchan on the grounds of relaxation, and those who died loyal to your father have long been transferred from this core. So no matter what happens today, you don't need to worry about anything. ”

After listening to Ye Wuchen, Shuiyun's heart and a little repression dissipated without a trace... Indeed, all his worries over the years, everything involved has been properly arranged, no matter what will arise today, he does not need any more pressure. Even if it is really all gone, what does it matter to him... because it is no longer his “Southern Emperor”, the resentment that has accumulated over the years has made him hate this place to the bone, extinguishing it, he will feel more happy instead.

Behind him, the loud water began to sound, the water clouds all over his body, even every hair slightly trembling. Because he knew that, starting today, he would finally be able to see the sun again, to start another completely different life, to take back everything that belonged to him, to unleash the hatred he had accumulated for more than two decades.

Ye Wuchen lifted her eyes from the ground and held her little head in her arms. She looked at the bright spot in front of her and said softly in her ear: “Eyes... if there is an accident today, be sure to protect Cher and herself, you know? ”

Eye: “…”

Previously, when Ye Wuchen said what she didn't understand, she would look up at him and express her doubts with her eyes. This time, she shrunk her hands into his arms and grabbed the clothes on his chest at the same time, not knowing that she had scratched them all. Though much later than Ye Min Chen, she began to realize what was happening because of that growing sense of crisis. That blade of punishment, which she had been hiding in her sleeve, had begun to gleam with bloodthirsty glow.

Every second goes by and every second goes by. Ye Wuchen waited in silence, hoping that time could pass slowly and contradictory hope that time could go faster, and get away from this calamity that was doomed to come.

At this moment, the Southern Emperor's Sect is not so quiet. There are repairs going on everywhere to rebuild or repair the damage caused by the Emperor's eyes and the four strongest of the Southern Emperor's Sect during the Great War. No one will notice that the Daughter of Heavenly Punishment has entered the Southern Emperor's Sect again, nor will anyone expect that a culmination disaster is fast approaching the Southern Emperor's Sect.

“Holy Lord. ”

When he heard the call, Ye Wuchen turned around and looked at the clouds of water already dressed up. He changed his clothes, which were already overshadowed, and replaced them with night clothes that fit perfectly. The heads and beards, which had grown to mop for more than two decades, had also been cut neatly and their entire bodies were no longer dirty.

“Exactly the same.” Ye Wuchen stared at the current clouds of water and said with no exclamation.

Without seeing the sun for more than two decades, he floated all over his body with an unusual layer of paleness, but still could not conceal his innate temperament. Her body was strong, her face was sombre, her eyebrows were slightly oblique, and her attitude was the same as that of the superior who was not angry and powerful, as Ye Wuchen had seen. But he, the true lord of the Southern Emperor, is Mizuyuntian.

“This amazing coincidence has brought you a huge disaster. Have you ever hated this coincidence?” Ye Wuchen sighed.

But the clouds of water smiled, "Because I resemble the beast of the clouds of water, they conveniently set up a perfect poison plot. But without this amazing coincidence, they would have chosen another way to avoid it. And... My ancestors have been searching for the Holy Lord for generations, and for millions of years without results, but I have had the privilege of seeing the sword of the Southern Emperor and the true appearance of the Holy Lord in my lifetime, even though this great suffering is also a gift from God to me. ”

“Hahahaha.” Ye Mitsune laughed for a while and exclaimed: “Such a heartfelt, worthy of being the true Emperor of the South. ”

The clouds of water shook, meaning profoundly said: “I am far worse than the Holy Lord, I can be recognized by the Sword of the Southern Emperor...”

The clouds of water were not finished, but Ye Wuchen suddenly turned around and frowned at the sky. His calm face revealed an incredibly heavy color. His eyes, which had been lying in his arms, also suddenly lifted up, shooting a horrible black light in his eyes.

Shui Yuntian knew what they must have manifested, and shut up and let God perceive the surroundings.

At this moment, over the southern emperor, suddenly came a guest. His arrival allowed the Emperor of the South, who had not yet come out of the shadow of the Daughter of Heavenly Punishment, to be all cautious. And this man's outfit...

Thick purple armor covers the chest and legs, wrists wrapped around the wrists, a pair of purple boots sliding under the feet, half amputated arms and legs bare, revealing fine iron-like skin. On the head, with a helmet that is also purple, beneath the helmet, is an extraordinary face, but on this ordinary face, it is as if there is a heavy atmosphere, just a glance, to feel the pressure of suffocation.

He was much older than the average person, and roughly three meters taller. In his hand, was a long gun similar in length to his body, and the purple gun flashed for a burst of purple thunder around him from time to time, accompanied by the sound of "nourishing” thunder. Behind him, the purple cape danced with the wind, and he was like a god descending from the sky, with a mighty wind beneath him forever.

His presence was accompanied by a massive pressure from the sky to collapse, causing everyone in the Southern Emperor's throne - the Lord Shuiyun Lan, who had not left for several days after being closed to heal the wounds, to go down to the water delivery maid, all his face suddenly changed. No one of them has ever felt such a heavy pressure, or they have never imagined that a person could release such a heavy pressure by mere momentum.

None of the people who could stay in the heart of the Southern Emperor were not masters, they walked out of the house in shock and looked at the man in the sky... the sky was clear and cloudless, but they felt the dark clouds were covered in the sky and pressed deep into their hearts with heavy pressure.

He floated in a very high position, staring at him with the Southern Emperor, he stared at the bottom at the same time, only his eyes were constantly shifting, seemed to be looking for something.

Clearly there was no movement, but that pressure gave these masters a terrible feeling that their bodies were squashed, and every breath consumed many times more energy than usual. This repression is too much stronger than the terrible dark blow that the daughter was punished on that day.

The head of the master of the Southern Emperor Zong is sweating cold, dead silence, the sweat falling into the ground is such a clear and audible voice. Who would believe in the existence of a southerly emperor without even one daring to speak up?

And now he's so real in front of them.

He…… who!?