After hearing what Emperor Dark said, Emperor Huanghuo turned his head and stared at Emperor Dark without turning his eyes.

It is obvious that the heavenly court mentioned by Emperor Daming is not the heavenly court of Da Chu.

Heaven, an ancient existence, even if he is the great holy body, he only listens to legends and does not know where the real Heaven comes from and who it was created by. He has always been a mystery, a mystery that no one can unravel for ever.

"No need to look at me like this. Only the Emperor Realm is qualified to know the secrets of the Heavenly Court." The Emperor of the Underworld said indifferently, knowing that Emperor Huang was confused, he could not say what he could do.

Di Huang closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

For some reason, whenever he has doubts and cannot solve them, he wants to fight with the Emperor of the Underworld. You bitch, you can't say it, so don't arouse my curiosity! You have a question mark for me, but you won't say it anymore. You deserve to be unable to marry a wife.

Emperor Darkness looked deep and felt so happy. I won’t say that I’ll piss you off so much. Don’t always scare me. I have a collector’s version, the kind that I must read every day.

Ye Chen is also happy.

After climbing ninety-nine layers of stone stairs, I almost even got my life on it. Finally, I sat on this dragon throne, which felt absolutely great.

It seems that at this moment he is an emperor, waiting to go to court and wait for his ministers to kneel down?

There was once a lifetime when he was also an emperor. The feeling of being kneeling down by the people still existed today, and his life had reached its peak and was full of strength.

"Not bad." Ye Chen sat upright, looking like an emperor.

This dragon throne was even more extraordinary than he thought, with a warm and cool feeling, from the buttocks to the whole body, flowed into the limbs and bones, soaked into the internal organs, nourishing the eight extraordinary meridians, and even his origin, the divine treasure and the Taoist principles were also touched by it, and it even intertwined the sound of the great way, which resounded through his divine sea. At a few moments, he almost had an enlightenment.

Ye Chen was quite surprised that the dragon throne was not simple, it was even more mysterious than Tianxu’s enlightenment stone and helped to realize the truth.

In the dark, he could still smell a faint fragrance of women. It is not part of this era, and it has settled over the years, ancient and vicissitudes.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked around. He always felt that in the ancient times, it was not a man who sat on this dragon throne, but a woman. Yes, it was a woman. The faint fragrance of women was the best proof.

Just as I was looking, the huge Lingxiao Palace trembled.

Ye Chen felt a flash in front of him. The scene in front of him changed drastically. The dark and solemn Lingxiao Palace reproduced the glory of the past. The fairy aura was swirling, the clouds and mist were hazy, and the magnificent hall was filled with divine light. Every inch of the bricks and tiles were dyed with luster, and there were even strange phenomena. The divine dragon circled, the phoenix hissed, the white tiger roared, and the Xuanwu spread the road. It was really an immortal palace in the world and a treasure palace in the Lingxiao.

In the dark, Ye Chen seemed to be able to see figures saluting him, or more accurately, saluting to the dragon throne, or more accurately, saluting to the person sitting on the dragon throne, and that person was not him.

Ye Chen subconsciously looked sideways and looked beside him, as if there was a person sitting, a peerless woman, accepting the kneeling of all spirits, she is the real body and the supreme peak.

However, these are all illusions. Ye Chen, with a swaying spirit, returned to the original state. The magnificent Lingxiao Palace returned to the darkness again, leaving only a trace of ancient times in the long river of time.

Then, Ye Chen, who was confused, flew out, was shocked by the dragon throne, and rolled down from the steps one by one, which was not an ordinary embarrassment.

After getting up again, Ye Chen shook his hand a few times before he stood firm. He looked up at the dragon throne with his mouth straight. I almost took my life to climb up. I can't sit there for a while?

There was no response to his intimate complaint. Its silence seemed to be saying: This is what you can sit on? The little big sage, don’t you think it’s a bit in your mind?

"No, I still have to sit down." Ye Chen wiped his nose bleeding and went up again with a stern face.

If you want to say, the tenth emperor of the Great Chu was also idle enough. He didn't think about looking for the reincarnation, but he was on the throne with a dragon throne and was not allowed to sit. He was shameless and always wanted to sit.

Having experienced climbing a stone staircase once, Ye Chen was familiar with it.

After climbing to the 99th floor, he was paralyzed, like a pile of blood mud, and almost lost his life.

Although the gods in Lingxiao Palace are gone, their power remains. If it were an ordinary great saint, they would have been crushed to ashes. If there were no broken imperial soldiers to resist the power, even Ye Chen's ancient holy body would have been scattered.

Emperor Dao saw this most thoroughly.

It’s not a blow, if Lingxiao Palace is still the Lingxiao Palace back then, with Ye Chen’s current cultivation level, he can’t even get in. He still wants to climb the ninety-nine-story stone staircase? He also wants to sit on the white jade dragon chaise? With your number, ten thousand lives are not enough for you to die.

In the Lingxiao Palace, under the White Jade Dragon Chair.

Ye Chen, who had become a lump, reshaped his holy body and protected him with the broken imperial army, and then came to the dragon throne.

This time, he did not sit on it anymore, but he didn't want to be shaken away again. He just touched his chin and circled around the dragon chaise. The first time he really... studied the dragon chaise.

It is not accurate to say that it is a dragon chaise. It is more like a couch. It can lie down and sleep for a while when you are tired. On it, there are strange patterns carved, like a fairy pattern, carrying a mysterious charm. I don’t know who carved it, and its spirit is natural.

What Ye Chen couldn't figure out the most was the material of the dragon chaise. It was a kind of jade it belonged to. He only knew that the whole body was smooth and the body was cool. Occasionally, one or two immortal lights flashed, carrying dreamy colors, making Ye Chen feel dazed.

Unable to help, Ye Chen glanced at the Chaos Cauldron.

Its natal weapon is more honest than expected, just above his head, hanging peacefully. This is not its style. If it were on weekdays, it would have been too late to resist the urge to eat. It would be a bit abnormal today that even the broken imperial soldiers wanted to swallow.

The Chaos Cauldron was unmoved to the master's eyes, as if saying: I'm full and not hungry.

In response to this, Ye Chen returned another look: You don’t dare!

I dare not, the Chaos Cauldron does not dare. Judging from its cowardly appearance, you can tell the extraordinaryness of this dragon throne.

What it really fears is not the dragon throne, but the person who once sat on the dragon throne.

In its opinion, the remaining faint fragrance of women is even more scary than the Jidao Emperor's weapon.

Even it dared not make any decisions, which made Young Master Ye more interested in this dragon throne.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and peeked at the dragon throne.

After three or five breaths, he saw him lower his head and covered his eyes with his hands. He could see blood flowing between his palms and fingers. He was not careful and suffered a big backlash, and his eyes were darkened.

He was stubborn and decided to make another move, and to transform the dragon chair into a new evolution, trying to deduce its master.

After three or five breaths, he couldn't stand firmly.

This time, it was not only the eyes that were bleeding, Banban's entire seven orifices were bleeding, the meridians were breaking, the bones were shattering, the sea of ​​gods was buzzing, the soul was trembling, and the dazzling holy body almost collapsed, and the domineering backlash almost swallowed it.

Now, the restless Tenth Emperor of Great Chu finally became peaceful. He held the dragon chaise with one hand and coughed up blood after another. It was not a joke. He was in a mess and could no longer tell the truth and the illusion. He always felt floating in the air. If one of them was not done well, he could still float to hell.

After two backlashes, Ye Chen finally fainted.

In the blur, he seemed to see a beautiful figure, like Chang'e on the moon, holy and flawless, not living in the world, not messing with the dust of the world, far away than a dream, and out of reach.

Ye Chen was asleep, but the Chaos Cauldron was a little restless, buzzing and trembling, circled around the dragon chaise, and the broken imperial soldiers also came up.

A cauldron and a sword is quite interesting, and it is spinning around the dragon chaise.

The two have different purposes. The Chaos Cauldron was wondering whether to discuss with the dragon throne to see if it could be integrated. The Break Emperor Sword was even more pervasive, without the memory of the Lingxiao Palace, so I didn't know the origin of the dragon throne. I wanted to remember it very much, but I was even more confused.

In the end, the Chaos Cauldron, which could not be fooled, was knocked away far away.

The Break Emperor Sword rushed into Ye Chen's body in a flash. Then, the Chaos Cauldron flew back and hid in Ye Chen's divine sea. It seemed that he would not plan to come out in a short period of time.

The dark Lingxiao Palace fell into silence, majestic and solemn.

"It's a miracle that he can live." Looking at the scene in the hall, the Emperor of the Underworld said deeply.
Chapter completed!