During the Shangqiu banquet, the emperor envoy, who was sitting upright in one of the main seats above, looked less beautiful after seizing a part of the universe light void from Yuchen.

He could feel that the divine power he left in Baixiang's body had lost contact, and whenever he tried to reconnect through the relationship between the two, an illusory sword would descend from the sky, cutting off the connection between him and his divine power.

He stared at the location of the sword formation with a bad look for a while, turned to look at the Shang Kingdom's king beside him, and said sincerely: "Shang Jun is worthy of being a benevolent king, and he can actually allow others to open up an independent void in his own territory."

"If I were in the capital and dared to do this, I would have been sent to Xiatai long ago."

Hearing the word Xiatai, many nobles in Shang Dynasty couldn't help but feel cold.

Xiatai, also known as Juntai, is a prison established by the Xia Dynasty, used to imprison many people with great powers.

Among them, there are not only the Dharma prohibitions left by King Dayu, but also the divine power blessed by the Lord of the Xia Dynasty in all dynasties.

None of the nobles who have been sent to Xiatai have come out in a complete and complete manner. It is said that even if the gods first fall into it, they cannot come out in their entire body. This is one of the most intimidating places in the entire Xia Dynasty.

Shang Jun's expression remained unchanged and said with a smile: "Our Shang Kingdom is only a vassal state after all, and it is not as good as the capital where the emperor is."

"Just one vassal state?"

When the emperor heard this, he smiled and said with a hint: "I hope Mr. Shang really thinks that way."

Afterwards, the imperial envoy looked at Yuchen's location again and sneered: "Will I let me wait until tomorrow if I hide it?"

After saying that, a long sword flew out from the sleeve of the emperor's envoy. The style of this sword is longer than the common blades nowadays. On the sharp blade, there is a gorgeous icy blue light. White frozen mist surrounds the surroundings, and when the light shines around, I don't know how many brilliant lights are reflected on the blade.

The emperor raised his hand, and the fierce shock of the blade and the sharp sword light drifted a arc in the air, shaking the vital energy of the void, rolling up the cold wind that was sorrowing and hissing, turning into a swan feather snow.

Xu Hong looked around, including his uncle, many Shang Dynasty nobles were trapped in a faint sorrow, which was the endless hatred contained in the sword light.

What's funny is that I don't know who the hatred is directed to.

It was just a pure hatred spreading around with the sword light.

Shang Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. Compared to his fellow tribes beside him, as the king, he could feel the move of the Emperor Envoy. He seemed to be attacking the formation set up by Yuchen, but in fact he was also attacking him and Xuanniao.

Those crystal snowflakes that look like goose feathers are the product of endless hatred.

However, these hatreds are different from the emotions collected by ordinary monks.

These hatreds have been integrated into extreme pain in endless torture.

Under the influence of time, it turned into a despair.

In the end, until this hatred was not known to be on whom, it was a special method that condensed all these emotions into nothingness, no joy or sorrow, no desire or desire, no hope or anger.

If he and Xuanniao let these hatreds flow into the void, the creatures within the Shangqiu area, and even within the Shang country, they will inevitably be affected by these hatreds.

Although he was not sure what changes would happen to the creatures under the influence of hatred, Shang Jun had no idea of ​​making him successful. He picked up the golden cup in his hand, took a sip of wine, and then made a choking posture and coughed violently.

Among the coughs that were like thunder, there was a long cry of the mysterious bird. A soft warmth spread from Shangjun as the center, pulling an individual out of the influence of hatred.

Shang A and Shang B were stunned by the sight of the emperor. The imperial envoy was speechless by Shang Jun's actions. He slowly withdrew his long sword and sat back in his position.

The moment he put away the knife, the void where Yu Chen was also located also showed violent changes. A tiny crack appeared and expanded rapidly, expanding little by little, as if something was about to come out.

Before this, in the sword formation, Yu Chen felt a sword light falling from the sky. The moment it fell from the void, it rolled up heavy snow, floating and covered all the directions that Yu Chen might be in.

Yu Chen thought, and the sword weapon standing in all directions shook slightly. The sword weapon decorated with a lotus-shaped windmill at the hilt of the sword shook slightly. The sword light rose, from bottom to top, cutting the universe light in the void in sections.

The sword weapon was shaking with trembling, expanding the cut sections of the universe, turning into new independent voids, constantly dividing the power of the sword light.

Then, hidden in the long banner, the radiant sword weapon was hanging high, vibrating slightly, shaking off thousands of red lights, turning into illusory sword weapons, colliding with the sword light.

The last sword weapon is set in the future, with many changes. Even if the sword light surpasses the sword weapon, it will only be a new round of division.

In the blink of an eye, all 179,564 changes evolved from the sword light were cracked by the sword formation and slowly turned into part of the sword formation.

As for the endless hatred hidden in the sword light accompanied by the heavy snow of goose feathers, it was absorbed by the red light sprinkled from the illusory long banner during repeated collisions with the sword weapon, turning into new spells of spells to fill the lack of the sword weapon.

"This sword technique is quite interesting. Thousands of hatred are integrated into a knife. Hate follows the knife, and hatred arises. Once it is cut by the sword light, it will inevitably be eroded by the endless hatred, so that the determination will be contained in the sword light that is contained to cut off everything."

"It's a pity that this hatred does not come from itself. Even if the hatred accumulated by thousands of creatures is missing a little foundation. No matter how powerful it is, it is still rootless. If it encounters restraint, it will be difficult to play a role."

"However, the will contained in this sword light is to cut off all will. Hate can be attached to it because hatred has been wiped out with unnecessary emotions, almost a rootless hatred born between heaven and earth. If the person holding the sword has hatred, the will to cut off everything will inevitably be disturbed, and the final killing move will be affected, which will not be worth the loss."

Yu Chen, who was sitting in front of two light cocoons, looked at the sword light that had not yet fallen and disappeared, merged into the sword formation, calculated the direction it could evolve, and gave up, and instead perceived the changes in the outside world.

He looked at the imperial envoy who was sitting back and thought about it. He felt that he had come from afar and asked to do it. He had no idea at all, and it was not good.

Yu Chen shook the four-sided sword weapon, spreading the void of the Emperor's Slash little by little, revealing some scenes inside the sword formation.

At the beginning, the gap slowly spread, and the imperial envoy seemed very calm, waiting quietly for Yuchen to be forced out by his sword light.

But slowly, everyone in the audience realized that the gap was not the result of the Emperor Envoy's knife just now, but Yu Chen himself planned to come out.

Such a change made Emperor Zhi look a little ugly. He looked at Yu Chen and Guangcang that were revealed little by little, took a deep breath, and endured that he would not shoot the knife for the second time.

Shang Jun was very happy to see this scene. He also covered up his gaze of observing the emperor envoy with his drinking attitude.

Even if there is any concealment of this kind of observation, it could not hide the perception of the Emperor Envoy, but he was indeed so angry that he could seize the opportunity.

The young man in the sacrificial place, with golden faces and feathered clothes, took advantage of Shang Jun's sight to find some secrets of the emperor's envoy and warned: "Be careful, the things on this guy are enough to kill you and me."

“Can you figure out what it is?”

The young man said in a little fear: "What else can it be? Of course, it is a divine power left by the Lord of the Xia Dynasty. As the master of Middle-earth, as long as he gives a divine power, he can use a blow anywhere in Middle-earth to be equivalent to a god, which is enough to erase your and my attacks."

When answering the young man, Shang Jun’s original body at the banquet couldn’t help but mutter softly in his heart: ‘Is the divine power of the emperor? I wonder if I can force it out.’

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