Leaf Queen

Chapter 1488 Return of the Temple (2)

Ye Lan saw that the old man seemed to be in a bad mood, so she couldn't help but persuaded: "Your Majesty, you might as well go back to the mansion first, there are people, monsters and demons gathering here, and the atmosphere is too complicated, I'm afraid it will affect your body if you stay for a long time. "

Wuhen gave up, "It's okay, if you are idle around, you are also idle. Let's hear what they are going to do next. I can help as much as I can with my old bones."

Ye Lan was helpless, but she didn't try to dissuade her either.

Around the table.

Ji Yanran was the first to speak out: "According to the strength of the spirit world's attack on the enchantment, within half a month, the enchantment will be broken. We must hurry up and find a way to solve the problem."

"The way to solve the problem..." Li Xie curled his lips and smiled, "The only power that can compete with the spirit world is in Ye Li's hands, and Ye Li gave those powers to someone at that time, and that person is now in a daze all day long , you say... how can I solve the problem?"

As soon as the word Ye Li came out, the people at the table immediately fell silent. From counting Su Chen, the hands on the table involuntarily clenched into fists, with veins exposed.

Looking at the gloomy atmosphere around him, Wu Xie spoke lightly to break the rigidity: "The mercenary king's order, the death army order, and Ye Li's newly refined evil order are all in Jun Fengyu's hands. The key is to wake that person up."

"I don't know what's going on with the God of Constellations. If the Emperor God doesn't wake up, once the monster barrier is broken, it's impossible for Xiao Nian and others alone to resist it." Ji Yanran said in a deep tone.

It's not that they are always thinking about relying on others, but that they are forced by reality. No matter how powerful they are, they are useless in front of evil.

In this situation, Jun Fengyu became their only reliance.

"Otherwise, let's go to the Emperor Palace together." Feng Yan suddenly suggested.

Several people looked at each other, felt that this plan was feasible, and were about to speak, but there was a sound of slightly messy footsteps outside the hall.

Several people turned their heads to look at the same time, only to see Jun Fengyu dressed in awe-inspiring manner, followed by Huashang, surrounded by a large group of people, striding towards them.

The man was wearing a purple shirt, with one hand behind his back, his black hair hanging wantonly by his side, floating in the air, his purple eyes slightly narrowed, revealing that kind of unhurried domineering air, which immediately set off his unconventional personality. Entering the high-cold air field.

Because of Jun Fengyu's arrival, the people in the room sat up subconsciously and stared at him intently.

He didn't look at anyone, he walked straight to the throne at the back, turned around, lifted his sleeves slightly, and sat down gracefully, his eyes swept across the crowd indifferently, the pressure of the strong slowly came.

Ji Yanran was the first to react, took a step forward, bowed and saluted: "I have seen His Highness."

Your Majesty!
The three simple and clear characters were like a bomb that exploded in everyone's minds, completely waking them up.

When they looked at Jun Fengyu again, everyone's eyes changed slightly.

That's right, His Majesty the Holy Palace has returned since the day of the Emperor Shrine, and what is in front of them now is no longer the Emperor God of the highest plane, but the son of Yushen, His Majesty the Holy Palace.

Yushen, the highest god they admire in their hearts, is not one of them.

Immediately, several people stepped forward, put their hands on their hearts, and bowed respectfully to the man, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Jun Fengyu gave up, signaled to everyone that they don't need to be polite, looked around the room, and landed on Wuhen.

Wuhen still sat there, looked at him with restrained anger for a while, then got up, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves coldly.

(End of this chapter)