There is a huge map of mountains and rivers behind him, showing the billions of miles of territory of the divine dynasty. Each line of pattern is condensed by the divine pattern of space, which is extremely precious.

Seeing the commotion below getting louder and louder, Emperor Ziwei frowned slightly, his eyes moved slightly, and the old man serving him understood clearly and took off the Ziyun Jade Seal on the desk.

The old man walked to the sacred map and placed the jade seal into the imperial capital in the mountain and river map.

The next moment, the boundless mountain and river map burst out with divine light, the purple clouds shimmered, and an exquisite divine bow appeared.

This is an ancestral weapon that has been continuously practiced by the emperors of the past dynasties. It has reached the level of killing, and its power is endless. It is unknown how many powerful monks it has killed.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old man took off the purple-gold divine bow hanging on the mountain and river map, and then returned to Emperor Ziwei.

Looking at the people below, Emperor Ziwei chuckled and said: "For thousands of years, no one has been so rude and dared to break into the palace directly."

Then his voice changed, his eyes were cold and stern, and he said in a cold voice: "Whoever it is, take off his head, nail his body to the city wall, and imprison his soul in the cold pool!"

Dare to challenge the majesty of the divine dynasty like this. As the leader of the dynasty, he has only one choice!

Moreover, the murderer was only from the second level of Sendai, so he had no fear at all!

"Your Majesty orders!"

The three Emperor Ziwei uncles on the right side of the hall stood up and bowed to the steps. Then the middle-aged man in the lead took the purple-gold divine bow. The three of them flew out of the Xingyao Hall and went to suppress the murderer...

Taoist Sanque looked outside the hall. The breeze blew by, and the young man's eyes moved slightly. The moon-white Taoist robe floated, embroidered with Yin Yang and Bagua diagrams, like a mirror, with occasional brilliance reflected.

"I didn't expect to see Zitian Gong this time!" He sighed, but he didn't care in his heart.

The bow trained by the Dacheng King is indeed extraordinary, but it is definitely no match for the real Dao Slayer!

An old emperor smiled contemptuously and said: "It's just a clown. I don't know where he came from. He dares to run wild here. He is extremely stupid."

"Gentlemen, please!"

Emperor Ziwei raised the jade cup and drank the fairy brew with everyone, continuing to watch the palace maids dancing without paying any attention to the situation at the bottom of the mountain.

In his eyes, that man had already died under the bow and arrow of Zhan Dao Shen and was not worth mentioning.

Hundreds of breaths later, murderous intent surged into the sky and penetrated this place. A golden ancient chariot rushed up into the clouds. There was still a faint trace of divine blood remaining on the frame. A tall figure stood on it, like a god and demon.

Wang Teng's whole body was shrouded in golden light from the sky, as if the Emperor of Heaven had descended into the world. Around him, there were nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine basalts. They flashed with divine light and transformed into four images, surrounding him.

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