A good saint grandson can protect the prosperity of the three generations of the Ming Dynasty?

Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty felt that sooner or later, he would be angry to death by these three incompetent ancestors and grandchildren!

Prince Zhu Biao reached out and snatched the wooden stick, threw it away in the distance, comforting:

"Fourth brother, what are you doing?"

"The child makes a fuss and loses if he loses."

Emperor Taizong of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di, shook his head with a wry smile. This is his eldest brother, if the "filial son and virtuous grandson" were all here.

He had to beat the incompetent "three generations of grandparents and grandchildren" hard!

Do you really think war horses, spirit stones and other objects can fall from the sky?

...

The arena of the heavens.

In just a moment, the former Holy Land of the Demon Realm had turned into a Jedi.

Blood flows into a river!

Corpse everywhere!

More than 50,000 monks from the Demon Realm were killed and injured, with less than 10,000 people left.

Even the ferocious beasts, the Nascent Soul stage, and the ferocious beasts chaos, could not withstand the power of the Demon-killing Formation, and were seriously injured and unable to fight again.

Emperor Yang Guang of Sui stood up from the dragon throne and ordered:

"Duke of Tang, lead the army away from here."
Chapter completed!