Reborn To Be the King of Ancient Times

In LingXiao Hall

Haotian sits on the long chair. However, he is not the only one in the throne of the emperor of heaven, but also another little guy with a lot of flesh. Naturally, it's his niece, Yang Chan.

It seems that Haotian gave him a toy, so he didn't recognize him at all. Just on the long chariot, happily called uncle. Let Haotian happy for a while, also did not let her down.

Under the jade steps, there are three old guys with long clocks. Taibai Venus, Antarctic fairy and the old moon.

Although I don't know how these three old guys got together, there is no doubt that they really follow the heaven and are loyal. How do you know Haotian? Nature is said by the eye of heaven! These three old guys are staring at a big word of loyalty.

The only bad thing is that the protagonists come across with a bunch of maids. Or a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? Or spring, summer, autumn and winter? His men are three old men. It's really a little unpleasant.

"Your Majesty, Princess Yaoji and Yang Tianyou, Yang Jiao and Yang Jian are here for your inquiry." Taibai Venus stepped forward and said.

"Well," Hao Tian nodded, and his momentum suddenly spread out.

Quasi saint's breath is just momentum, can overwhelm all the people present. But Haotian only focused his momentum on Yang Tianyou. He just ran, and the monk who fell in the air has completely explained the problem.

"Tell me, who asked you to come? Tell me, I'll leave you a corpse!"

"Putong..." Yang Tianyou was so scared that he fell to his knees. However, he was not facing Haotian, but Yao Ji. Kneeling on the ground, crawling stealthily, holding yao ji's leg: "Ji'er, you help me, you help me? I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I have to go back to be a Buddha. How can I die? I can't die. "

However, at this moment, yao ji is standing in the Lingxiao hall, like a sculpture. She is in love with Yang Tianyou, but she is not a fool. She was not unable to distinguish right from wrong, nor could she see clearly what happened to the monk who fell from the sky.

Yang Jiao and Yang Jian are silly. The two brothers hold each other's hands tightly, shoulder together and rely on each other to comfort each other.

"Say it..." Haotian gives Taibai Venus a look. A sharp arrow flashes by and instantly breaks through Yang Tianyou and fixes him on a big flat column.

"I said, I said, I said everything. Can your majesty spare me a dog's life? I kowtow to your majesty, kowtow. " Yang Tianyou flurried his head toward the flat long pillar behind him, and the sound made Haotian really upset.

"Stop!" Haotian whispered a word, but he didn't seem to hear it. He continued to knock his head on the long column.

"Stop!" A roar came from Haotian's mouth, like the roar of Longyin tiger. The whole space of Lingxiao hall has a wrinkle, and a visible sound wave from the long chair spreads all over the place.

At that time, Yang Tianyou vomited blood, and his whole life was dying.

"Hoo... Can you say it?" Haotian leans behind him with a look of arrogance.

"I... I said... I!!" Yang Tianyou is about to speak. However, at this moment, Haotian's face coagulates and throws a magic weapon at the sky.

It's a mirror. It's not gold or jade. It's very heavy. The ancient seal script with tadpole script on its back and the shape of cloud long strange bird seem to be uplifted, but there is no trace on it. It is neither carved nor painted, and it is deep to the bone. At first glance, the front is green and shimmering. Focus on, but it is more and more far away. The flowers and rain in the interior are colorful, and the golden clouds, fire, water and wind all flash. It appears in the golden light and changes endlessly at any time.

As soon as this mirror comes out, the whole heaven seems to fall into the static state of time and space, and all the spiritual light above the palaces of the heavens is pressed down, leaving this mirror.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. However, it didn't work.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's name sprang up. A monk in a golden cassock and a seven treasure tree appeared on the spot. He put his hands together with a smile and a trace of compassion on his face.

The light of Buddha looms behind him, sandalwood bursts on his body, and Sanskrit sounds curl around him. A Buddha's name is announced, and the Haotian mirror thrown by Haotian is still in the void. After that, he flew back to Haotian.

In the speed, Haotian holds Yang Chan in one hand and throws it at Yaoji. He jumps up and catches Haotian mirror in one hand.

The whole person was shocked by the power of heaven and earth carried by the Haotian mirror, and his blood gushed out. He stepped back dozens of steps before he stood still.

A trace of anger flashed on his face. Yang Tianyou died, just like this, under Haotian's eyes. Sage, to kill a mortal, you don't even need to look in the eyes. Just one thought is enough. His death, can die in zhunti's hand, is really worthy of him.

"The sage must be mentioned!" Haotian squeezed these four words from the root of his teeth.

"Ding! Warning, warning, warning! If the strength of the host is too low, it is tantamount to death to shake the sage. Please consider for yourself. "

"Nonsense, I use you to tell me. What should we do now? " Haotian didn't expect that zhunti would dare to attack him in the Lingxiao hall.

This is Hongjun Daozu's words. It doesn't work anymore? Can saints be so unscrupulous? No wonder saints don't put Haotian in their eyes. They have no scruples since then. What should we do?

“......”

The system was silent. After three breaths, there was a mechanical voice: "illegal operation, illegal operation. Please complete the task as soon as possible, reward show: gas explosion

With a flash of gold in his eyes, Haotian stared at zhunti and forced him to suppress his anger: "I don't know if zhunti saint is not in the western world. What can I do for you in the east?"

Zhunti's face is still a pair of compassionate smile, hands together, under the cover of endless auspicious light, slowly fell to the ground. He gestured to Haotian: "I'm pinching my fingers on the mountain. Suddenly I came to the east to give birth to a Buddha, and I'm predestined with him. Therefore, we are here to extradite him for conversion. "

"Even if the sage is wrong, I belong to the East. Who can be predestined with the west?" Haotian bites Dongfang to death.

"Of course not. This son is related to my Buddha." With that, zhunti pointed to Yang Jiao: "if it's convenient for your majesty, let me take this son back to the West and teach him well. You and I can have a good relationship!"