Grandpa Supreme

Chapter 1022 Pit God Emperor (Third)
Those who survived Jiuchongtian began to feel at a loss, like unemployed youths, many of them wept softly, and many relatives and friends died.

The second prince mobilized the guards and began to slowly repair the broken Jiuchongtian. This kind of project is too big, time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Martial Ancestor God Emperor said: "You don't know the cursed holy sword?"

"Know!"

"Then why do you still want it?"

"The emperor is not afraid."

"That's your daughter holding it, and you let her accept the curse like this."

"Old man, you don't understand, curse? Hehe!" Ling Yun smiled dismissively.

What kind of cursed holy sword is it? It's just a sword with monstrous demonic energy. The sword spirit is very evil and will devour the master's lifespan and strength.

In the final analysis, it is all harmed by the evil sword spirit, and the luck of the holder of this sword will be reduced.

Wuzu Shenhuang was speechless, he was so angry that he wouldn't listen to what he said.

Ling Yun said: "They are back, you should be busy too."

The Martial Ancestor God Emperor knew what Ling Yun was talking about, Jiuchongtian was destroyed like this, is he still God?
and also!

Why is the welcoming team coming back?Now that there is no threat, it is time to continue to Aquamarine, and the time has been delayed.

Ling Yun smiled, then raised his eyebrows lightly, blinked at the Martial Ancestor God Emperor and said: "Old man, I will help you reopen the Nine Heavens, how much Lingshi do you plan to pay?"

The Martial Ancestor God Emperor was startled, and wondered in his heart whether Ling Yun's words were a joke, and how much truth was there?How false is it?
Ling Yun had a half-smile, which made him uncertain.

"Are you kidding me?" Martial Ancestor God Emperor asked back.

"Let's talk, how much, the emperor will think about it." Ling Yun said as he walked.

"It's not true." The Martial Ancestor Emperor still didn't believe it: "How about 20 top-grade spirit stones?"

"So little? Old man, a Nine Heavens, so worthless? You save it to buy a coffin." The corner of Ling Yun's mouth twitched.

"Ahem... Dijun, you have also seen that the emperor is poor now, how many resources have been destroyed in this disaster, what a loss."

Martial Ancestor God Emperor is heartbroken to death when he thinks about it, this is his ancestral property, and he is ashamed of his ancestors.

"That won't work. With such a small amount of spirit stones, I can't do anything about it." Ling Yun pretended to be embarrassed, but the Martial Ancestor Emperor didn't notice the corner of his mouth smiling.

"Help me, help me." Martial Ancestor God Emperor had a playful smile, pestering Ling Yun, almost like a little guy.

"Old man, save yourself, there is nothing the emperor can do."

"Dijun, Xin Zhao is your brother, we are all one family."

"He is him, and this emperor is this emperor."

"My son-in-law is rich, really! The church is developing well."

"Don't come here, Xin Zhao's Jade Mercury is rich? The emperor won't know." The corner of Ling Yun's mouth twitched.

"Then tell me, how much do you want, as long as you can open up the Jiuchongtian." The Martial Ancestor God Emperor shook his head and said.

"What treasure do you have in your hand?" Ling Yun asked.

"It's nothing, oops, you still just say how many spirit stones you want, I'm so anxious."

"Okay, one price, 50 top-grade spirit stones."

Ling Yun said calmly, the two of them have already seen Xin Zhao's ark, the outer body is a bit tattered, and the tail is smoking.

"50? Dijun, you should go grab it, we are so familiar."

The Martial Ancestor Divine Emperor was speechless, rolling his eyes again and again.

to be frank!
50 top-grade spirit stones can open up a place similar to Jiuchongtian, and I have earned it.

The tenth, No.11 and above heavy heavens that appear now can't be compared with the previous ones at all.

The enchantment is not big, weak, and the space is small.

The Emperor Martial Ancestor shook his head, he had to think twice.

Thinking room!
All the sects before Jiuchongtian came, and they all wanted to ask about the mountain they bought?It was agreed at the beginning that the sect would stay in Jiuchongtian to develop and be protected by the Martial Ancestor God Emperor.

it's good now!

Everything is gone, many sect disciples have died, and many years of accumulation have been destroyed.

The loss is self-evident.

The Martial Ancestor Emperor was forced to stay, and a group of people chased him.

Ling Yun didn't care about him, and didn't look at the gaze he cast. The lowest price was 50. If it wasn't for being familiar with the Martial Ancestor God Emperor, he wouldn't have helped, although it was easy.

"Papa, papa!"

From all the way, I heard the sound of the little guy wanting to cry.

There were a lot of joyous sounds around, and the little guy's baby voice attracted Ling Yun the most.

An Qing walked straight down with her in her arms, and comforted her, "Is it a nightmare? Your father is here, and he hasn't gone anywhere."

"Papa and sister don't want me." The little guy rubbed his red eyes.

An Qing: "..."

The guards who escorted Su Min came down from the ark, immediately opened a passage, and spread the red carpet, which was still so ceremonial.

Ji Wushuang walked in the front, followed by Zhao Xin and Su Min, holding hands, feeling a little envious of others.

Fortunately, a few meters away, the little guy started to ask Ling Yun to hug her with his mouth crooked.

"Sissy is crying, do you want to take a picture?" Ling Yun joked.

After the little guy rubbed into Ling Yun's arms, he shook his head: "No, no."

An Qing touched the little guy's head and said, "She's like this as soon as she wakes up, and I don't know what's going on."

Ling Yun smiled and said: "It's okay, leave it to me."

He knew in his heart that the little guy must have been influenced by the dark and evil power of the evil Buddha. After all, she hadn't quite adapted to it yet.

"Baba!"

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of, eh!" Ling Yun kissed her forehead, and the latter was a little listless.

An Qing was still worried: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, Qianqian, I'll give you the spirit stones, you see." Ling Yun took out five top-grade spirit stones and flashed them in his palm.

The little guy blinked: "Aha, mine."

An Qing smiled, this is the lively look of the little guy before.

The little guy put away the spirit stone happily, his eyes turned gloomy.

"Baba."

"Gone."

"Baba."

"It's gone."

The little guy murmured, he couldn't get Ling Yun out, so he could only look at An Qing. In her memory, it seemed that An Qing had a lot of spirit stones.

"Mama."

"Haha." An Qing suddenly laughed, it's not a good thing for this little money fan to turn his eyes.

Ling Yun let her down, pointed to the ruins not far away, and said, "Beibei is there, she found a lot of good things."

"Huh? Really, sister... sister..." The little guy ran over with short legs, so cute as hell.

"I have something to do, you follow her." Ling Yun said straight.

An Qing: "...!"

She has something to do too.

Helpless!

She looked at Qianye, who shrugged and followed the little guy. Anyway, she had nothing to do, so it seemed redundant here.

The Martial Ancestor God Emperor promised those sect masters that he would definitely give them an answer within the next day, so he was able to get away with a headache.

Xin Zhao came to the front of the Martial Ancestor God Emperor, knelt down and said, "Father, I'm sorry."

He and Su Min have paid homage to each other, and they are a couple. The title of Martial Ancestor God Emperor must be changed.

(End of this chapter)