Di Mingjun was strong, but he had suffered huge losses in a previous battle with himself and was seriously injured.

Now he has lost the most powerful magic weapon [Jiuyou Hongmengyan].

But the wounds on Emperor Beixuan's body had been completely healed by special means.

Now it is Emperor Mingjue who should really be afraid, not his Emperor Beixuan.

As long as Di Mingjun is "killed", the entire Extreme Region will return to his hands and become his possession.

What are the cold nights, shadow phantoms, and star wolves who flee from the mere run?

As for the person who can use the top-level curse [Space Teleportation Curse] and can reflect his own curse.

Di Beixuan laughed lowly: "Even if you don't say it, I can guess it. Is it the cripple named Chu Moli from Xiaoyaomen? Don't worry, when I kill you and reorganize the polar region, it will naturally happen. Collect the Demon Race and the Netherworld together. At that time, how can the little Xiaoyaomen escape from my palm?"

Di Mingjun's gaze fell on Di Beixuan, "Kill me? It's up to you?"

His voice was low, cold and careless.

Looking at Emperor Beixuan's gaze, with condescending contempt.

The reason that Emperor Beixuan had just calmed down suddenly broke.

He seemed to see Bai Shengwei's disgusting eyes when he looked at him again.

He seemed to have heard the elders of the Extreme Region saying excitedly to the newly-growth Emperor Mingjun: "Wizard of Tianzong, really is a wizard of Tianzong! In the future, there will be young masters who will inherit the position of Emperor of the Extreme Region. It's definitely going to be a step up."

"I really hope that the day when the young master becomes the emperor comes one day soon!"

"Yeah! God bless me, Jiyu, give you such a arrogant! The day when the young master comes to the emperor is when my Jiyu dominates the Xiuxian continent!"

Everyone, there is only Di Mingjun in everyone's eyes.

They all looked forward to the early abdication of Emperor Bei Xuan Neng, and the throne of the emperor to Emperor Mingjun.

The little remaining affection between Emperor Beixuan's father and son towards Emperor Mingjun was also wiped out in these days of jealousy.

Father and son, father and son, the father is first, and the son is behind.

The father should always be aloof, grasping the life and death, rise and fall, honor and disgrace of his son.

As his son, what qualifications does Di Mingjun have to ride on his head?!

Di Beixuan's eyes shot a strong killing intent: "I can't kill you? Death is approaching, and still so arrogant! Today I will break every bone in your body, and let you kneel on me like every time before. In front of me, surrender and beg for mercy!"

As soon as the voice fell, Emperor Beixuan rose into the sky, his sword aura whistled, and the black mist rolled.

In the cave, I fell into the shadow of a sword and sword for a moment.

...

In the Palace of Medicine King.

Han Ye and Star Wolf were pacing back and forth, anxiously trying to rush out on their faces.

Ying Mei held the sword in both hands and leaned on the stone pillar beside him.

From time to time, he looked up at the outside, and there was frost condensed between his brows.

Han Chujiu has been busy in front of the alchemy furnace.

The flames reflected his immature and green face, and the sweat dripped from his forehead.

But he didn't notice it, just throwing all kinds of rare medicinal materials into the alchemy furnace with full concentration.

However, it seemed that he hadn't paid attention to the others in the temple.

When they wanted to rush out in Han Ye, he suddenly said, "You rushed out of the Medicine King Palace, do you want to die?"

Han Ye halted in footsteps.

Star Wolf angrily said: "I don't know what's going on with the Lord now. Do you want us to wait in the Medicine King Palace? No, I must go to the forbidden land to help the Lord!"