After all, it was also indirectly because of him, the master of the Treasure Pavilion, that a heavenly saint was created for Kunlun.

The seven empresses were so excited that they couldn't help themselves, especially Emperor Yao who happily ran in front of Yang Tian and hugged Yang Tian in his arms.

The fragrant wind lingers on the tip of the nose, and the soft and plump body in the arms makes people fascinated.

She cried with joy, and without any explanation, she directly kissed the side of Yang Tian's face with her bright red lips and said excitedly: "You have known for a long time that this formation will work, right? You have always been sure of it."

A trace of black line appeared on the young man's forehead and he said: "I understand that you are happy, but can you not take advantage of me?"

"Hey, you are so beautiful!"

Emperor Yao rolled his eyes and then let go of Yang Tian, ​​and then asked curiously: "How did you do it? How could that fragile formation intercept the powerful tribulation?"

"secret!"

The young man crossed his arms and stared at Lan Mengxi in the field.

This silly girl finally believes him now.

Since he promised to help him defeat the emperor and become a saint, he will definitely do it.

However, some people are happy and some are angry.

Like the evil emperor, like the wind emperor.

"Asshole, how is this possible? How could a formation-breaking technique intercept the power of the Heavenly Tribulation? How could that woman have such good luck?"

The evil emperor's blood-red eyes exuded a violent look.

He stared at Lan Mengxi in the field with gloomy eyes and whispered to himself.
Chapter completed!