"It seems that it's time to go to the Prince's Mansion." A hint of curiosity appeared in Lin Chao's eyes.

After all, there are not many things in this world that can arouse his interest.

In the ancient Tang Empire, it was the first to make the Heaven-Forging Art, but now there is another little ice.

Of course, Xiaobing's emotions are now complicated.

The two met for a while and did not have too deep bonds.

...

In the rockery, the water flows slowly, and the white geese spread their wings, which suddenly stirs up water splashes.

King Xiaoyao sat in the pavilion with a brush and rice paper placed beside him. He was holding a pen and painting. The thing in the painting was the goose in the pond.

But suddenly, King Xiaoyao put down his pen.

"Why don't you show up when you have a visitor?" Xiaoyao King spoke into the air.

"It is worthy of being the King of Xiaoyao, and it has always been so deep.

I thought that Lord Xiaoyao was just a disciple of the Heavenly Court, but now it seems that King Xiaoyao is also a strong man in the Heavenly Court.”

With the old voice, an old man appeared in front of King Xiaoyao.

The old man looked ordinary, and at first glance, he couldn't remember his face.

When King Xiaoyao saw the visitor, his eyes showed a strong look of fear: "Is the Western gods... already so deep into the heavenly court?"

The eyes of Xiaoyao King showed a helpless look.

"King Xiaoyao, I never thought that you would be the person chosen by the ancient Tang Empire."

The old man spoke inexplicably.

King Xiaoyao sighed: "Before dying... can you tell me... who is the Lord of Light...?"

Although King Xiaoyao is strong, he has the ability to know himself.

When the old man came, he had no chance to survive.

This old man has a very high status in the Heavenly Court and is also the strongest person in the Heavenly Court.

King Xiaoyao is no match for him at all, and he can't even escape.

"The Lord of Light is the Lord of Light, not anyone."

A light burst out from the old man's eyes: "King Xiaoyao, your lineage... should be cut off!"

The old man stretched out his hand and pressed on the head of King Xiaoyao.

King Xiaoyao could not resist at all, and watched the palm fall on his head, completely shattering his soul.

The eyes of Xiaoyao even showed a look of relief, and he fell...

The old man squinted his eyes and his figure disappeared.

When he appeared again, he suddenly appeared in the collection room of the royal palace.

A portrait appears in front of the old man.

The portrait seems to be incomplete, half of which have been cut, and the rest is a little girl.

The old man glanced at the little girl, and his eyes showed endless fear.

"Princess Ji... Thirty-two portraits have been collected, and we have not lost our gains over the past few thousand years."

The old man thought of something and showed a look of distress.

"It seems that my incarnation will be gone, too.

Otherwise... how can we annihilate this...heroic person!"

The old man's eyes showed deep fear.

Even though he is a god with powerful divine power, he is already standing at the top of this world.

However, there are still people in this world who fear him.

The first one is the legendary God of Father and the ancient god forged by God of Father.

The second one is the girl in the painting, the most evil person.

If this evil person continues to exist in this world, one day, the gods will not be divine, and all gods will face a catastrophe.

As a god, how can you accept such a thing?

The old man looked at the portrait and suddenly a light appeared in his hand.

That light was given to him by the Lord of Light.

The light shone on the portrait in that moment, and the portrait burned in that moment and eventually disappeared.

The old man also raised his hand, and endless divine power surged, and finally hit his body.

In an instant, his clone disappeared, or... died.

In the Kingdom of God, the majestic figure and eyes were calm, the left eye was sunny and the right eye was dark.

Day and night rotate in his eyes.

Wei'an figure murmured: "The God Emperor of the Ancient Tang Dynasty, the next move has been eliminated, you have lost.

Evil will eventually be defeated by justice.

That seed... will make me now."

Although it was a whisper, the joy in the sound of the great figure was still difficult to hide.

"Yan Qian...is he your companion?

At the beginning, I could defeat you, and this time, I could defeat her.

Destiny... stands on my side.

The evil demons outside the territory will be destroyed."

With a hand of the majestic figure, a porcelain doll in front of him instantly shattered and turned into ashes.

"Just...what does Siming mean?"

...

"Dad, don't leave me."

Xiaobing's forehead was hot and sweat kept flowing.

Her face was extremely pale and she looked extremely weak.

However, her hand was holding Lin Chao tightly, as if she was afraid that Lin Chao would disappear as soon as she let go.

A look of memories appeared in Lin Chao's eyes.

On Xiaobing's body, he saw the shadow of a butterfly bird.

At that time, with the help of the Taoist ancestor, the butterfly bird woke up, and the last period of time was like Xiaobing.

I kept holding him tightly, unwilling to let go.

Occasionally, Su Xing also hugged Lin Chao and stared at Lin Chao, for fear that Lin Chao would disappear from her sight.

At this time, Xiaobing was like a frightened rabbit or a little girl who had lost all her relatives, keeping her catching Lin Chao.

It was as if Lin Chao was all about her.

Lin Chao slapped Xiaobing's back with his hand, and he slowly said: "Dad is here, Daddy will not leave you."

When Xiaobing heard this, she seemed to feel a little safe and slowly fell asleep.

"What happened? Why did Xiaobing happen?" Lin Chao was puzzled, "It seems... it's time for me to leave here, it's time to find... Xiaoyao King."

The Second Puppet Academy no longer has what he needs.

He didn't have to stay here either, he decided to leave.

Continue to the ancient temple to make a divine-level puppet, and at the same time, find out the condition of Xiaobing's body and the whereabouts of the Heaven-Forging Art.

One day later.

Fengdu City.

Lin Chao held the young Xiaobing in his arms, and his eyes swept across the royal palace guarded by heavy troops, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"King Xiaoyao... is dead."

"The powerful god moves his hands?"

"This matter...is something strange."

The powerful gods, even the Lin Chao, are a little troublesome to deal with.

Of course, it's just a trouble.

Every day, Lin Chao's strength is improving. It won't take long to go, and his powerful divine power will be nothing more than his defeated general.
Chapter completed!