"Fan Yi!"

I shouted softly, and with my anger, a magic image of the abyss mace appeared behind me, with great majesty.

"Abyss Mace?"

Fan Yi was stunned, sat firmly on the throne, shook the folding fan, and smiled, "It's not surprising, no wonder that you can enter the quasi-divine realm so quickly, but... being able to refine the abyss mace does prove that you... can't stay!"

I frowned and stood there without moving. In fact, the half-step ascension energy in my body had already surged like a tide.

"You said you."

Fan Yi leaned slanted in the throne, his eyes looked down on his face, and he sneered: "The dignified Emperor Liuhuo, the junior brother of the world's leader Jing Yunyue, Xuanyuan Ying died, all your layouts emerged one by one, which can be said to be successful and famous. But even such a person who ruled over the world could not even keep his close friends. Feng Buwen went to Yunxi Province to die. Could it be that your wise mind of July Liuhuo would not be aware of it at all?"

He sneered: "Maybe I have noticed it, but I just let Feng Buwen die wishfully. After all, what can a white-clothed minister calculate compared to the entire human race? On the chessboard, the white-clothed minister is just a chess piece after all, and your so-called anger and unwillingness are just to hide your guilt, right?"

I looked up at Fan Yi's throne and gritted my teeth: "Don't you fucking fart!"

"Tsk tsk, aren't you?"

He shook the folding fan and smiled, "The Emperor Liuhuo is half a scholar, not a martial artist, so this is wrong to curse people. The reason we scholars should be said with our mouths. The reason why you, July Liuhuo, is that you are angry because I am right. The death of Feng Buyin, is half your instructor. As for the death of true heart, hum... Will you take this little character in the Dragon Domain in July, in your heart?"

I stood there, my mood was in a state of great excitement.

...

"Swish~~~"

Beside him, the golden light rolled and turned into two figures in a blink of an eye. One was the Xiyue Mountain Junfeng, who was dressed in white, and beside him was the Xiyue sword-holding female official, who was holding a white jade sword, and the next to him was the Xiyue sword-holding female official.

"Fan Yi."

Feng Buwen looked up at the air and smiled and said, "Disgusting people are indeed good at grasping people's hearts, but you don't have to instigate between me and Xiaoyao King. I, Feng Buwen, are not that stupid, and Xiaoyao King is even more stupid. If you want to plant a demon in Xiaoyao King's heart, don't waste your time."

He turned to look at me and smiled, "The wind does not hear the mind and seeks death to achieve enlightenment, what does it have to do with the fire in July?"

I looked at the double-beaded sword leaning beside the throne. The sword body was filled with Feng Buwen and Zhenxin's head, and I couldn't help but feel depressed and said, "I'm sorry, Feng Xiang."

"Why do you have to?"

Feng Buwen looked at me with a smile: "Your Highness is now the lord of a country, the Liuhuo Emperor granted by the heaven and earth. If you live with guilt, it would be too tiring. Now Feng Buwen is the Lord of Xiyue Mountain and has a beautiful woman by his side, he will be satisfied. Your Highness might as well look at the throne Fan Yi, who is very good at disgusting people in front of you. What else does he have?"

Feng Buwen looked at Fan Yi and smiled and said, "The villain is quarreling, bullying his master and destroying his ancestors. So what if he gets half of the world's literary fortune? It's just a dog next to Lin Hai, alone, with friends or beautiful women beside him? As a scholar, even his backbone has been trampled. It's not a dog, oh, half of his literary fortune is just a dog that can read articles and write articles, but it's still a dog."

Fan Yi rushed left and right, and the throne began to crack, but he could not escape.

...

"The wind doesn't sound like a brave man!"

In the air, a gray hand suddenly fell from the sky, with a strict appearance. The moment it fell, all five fingers turned into a powerful sword intent, and "puffed" crushed all the green books condensed by Feng Buwen, and almost instantly rescued Fan Yi. However, Feng Buwen pressed his backhand, and strands of golden words in the air wrapped in the mountain atmosphere and landed on the back of the gray hand, making it impossible for him to pull away in a short time.

"laugh!"

A ray of sword light came from the west, stirring up the entire gray hand. At the same time, Fan Yi turned into a stream of light, carrying the scattered throne luck to the north, and could no longer be stopped.

Senior Sister Yun and Feng Buwen joined forces and still failed to keep Fan Yi. After all, Lin Hai was the one who came to save him. That kind of arrogant aura was so familiar. Only Lin Hai had it in the whole world.

...

"Thank you, senior sister!"

I bowed westward.

Senior Sister Yun's voice came: "It's just a little effort."

Feng Buwen bowed to the direction of the Dragon Domain, then turned around and looked at me, and smiled and said, "Feng Buwen's death really has nothing to do with Your Highness, and there is no need for any inner demons. As for this Fan Yi, he wanted to plant his Highness in his inner demons this time, but he didn't want to steal the chicken and lose rice. Instead, he was almost trapped in the Northern Mountain. Humph, even the sword cultivator Fertuna of the Ascension Realm can take over the four mountain roads of the Xuanyuan Empire, let alone him as a quasi-divine throne?"

I looked at the north: "This time, Fan Yi should have a pot when he goes back, right?"

"It must be."

Feng Buwen chuckled: "Just now, when Lin Hai saved Fan Yi, he was almost manifesting his true form, but that true form was wiped out by Lord Yun Yue with a sword. Not to mention anything else, Lin Hai's strength was at least half a century, and this half a century... is enough to keep Fan Yi in jail for a period of time."

I laughed: "I deserve it, let him be humble."

Feng Buwen chuckled: "There is no need to be too persistent about the matter of the Double Bead Sword. My daughter Zhenxin and I have now cast a golden body and become the legendary god. The body of the mortal body has long since fallen off, so the Double Bead Sword is just a Double Bead Sword. Your Highness should not force it."

"knew."

I nodded: "If I have the chance, I will destroy the Double Pearl Sword. If I don't have the chance, I will force myself to create this opportunity. Please don't worry about Feng Xiang."

He bowed gently: "Since that's the case, if the wind doesn't hear it, I won't worry anymore and leave."

"I'm not far away."

...

After watching the wind stop, Zhenxin turned into a mountain and river, and after the luck of the weather was flying rapidly towards the direction of the Xiyue Mountain, I turned around and sat on a stone, looked at Guan Yang holding a sword beside him, and smiled and said, "Do you feel old?"

The old man laughed and stroked his beard and said, "Always like this, my old bones can be much easier."

I nodded.

At this moment, with the sound of flapping his wings, a flying eagle knight in front of him fell from the sky and clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, there is a conflict in the ancestral temple. Lin Xiang asked me to invite Your Majesty back!"

"Zen Temple?"

I frowned, but I don’t know what the hell was doing. Is the emperor’s daily tasks? Logically speaking, it shouldn’t be a harem competing for favor. I, as an emperor, was really heartbreaking and full of troubles.
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