Wu Mingkong still never expected that he would be treated as the prince who had been a prince of seventy years.

After comparing it, Wu Mingkong found that it seemed that the other party was better. After all, it was his mother who chased him, so he was more ordinary. He was his brother who chased him.

"Do you think I have been in Yin soil recently and want me to experience a difficult situation?" Wu Mingkong finally thought of this after holding back his head for a long time.

If this process is sealed and directly ascended the throne, let alone whether he will be bound to his territory like the heroes of the seventy-two dynasties. Just say that this human fortune and dragon energy will come down, can Wu Mingkong withstand it...

It seems that it can really hold on, but it will be uncomfortable and difficult to digest. What's more, this thing is not a one-time thing, but a continuous stream, so Wu Mingkong felt a little uncomfortable.

"Brother, what do you mean?" Wu Chongxiao asked in confusion.

"Forget it, just chase the seal. Let's talk to me after the seal. I have decided to tell you. I have to go out and deal with it." Wu Mingkong felt uncomfortable.

The pro-appointed title of emperor has both pros and cons for Wu Mingkong. Over the past year, Wu Mingkong has taken every emperor of the seventy-two dynasties. Whether it is the body of the five virtues or the real dragon body, the seventy-two types of imperial Taoist sculpting bodies have a draft.

If Wu Ming Kongmang is a little more, he will use the Heavenly Granting skills of the King Quan and the chance to postpone the emperor as the emperor to shape his body, and there is a greater chance that he will completely master the mutant luck in the human Taoist prosperity in this dungeon.

With this Emperor's Taoist body shaping, back to reality, Wu Mingkong can fully reproduce the human will and replace the heavenly way with the Emperor's Taoist body shaping and the world.

The humanitarian luck in this dungeon is really overbearing, completely repelling other systems, not only energy, but also systems.

If Wu Mingkong had not had a backstage, other practitioners would probably have been frustrated.

"Brother, don't worry first. If you posthumously named the emperor, have you thought of your posthumous title?"

"Have you thought of your national name?" Wu Mingkong couldn't help but retort.

"What do you think of Xia as the name of the country, brother?"

"Xia? It's done, you can do whatever you want." Wu Mingkong naturally had no objection.

"Okay, brother, please be busy. I'll go find someone to calculate the time. Brother, please think about your own posthumous title as well."

Wu Chongxiao finished speaking and said nothing, but Wu Mingkong always felt that it was a bit strange to say that you were busy with, and he always felt that he was scolding him.

"If you postpone the title, you postpone the title. I also want to think of the posthumous title myself. What's the matter? I just can't go back in Yintu." Wu Mingkong cursed and stuffed a new hero from the Great Feng Dynasty into Guixu.

Then in an instant, the Dasheng Dynasty bordering Dafeng came to the Dasheng Dynasty.

He pulled off his left hand and threw it hard towards the right direction.

The left hand kept squirming and expanding in the air, and then exploded into drops of flesh and blood and fell on the ground.

Evil beasts crawled out of these flesh and blood foam and crawled towards the heroic spirits in the great mountains.

Over the past year, Wu Mingkong's rule of the world has been continuously improved by him. The suppression of human fortune has actually been very small for him, and infinite division can naturally be implemented.

But Wu Mingkong didn't want to do so. After all, there were too many divisions and then the heroic spirit could easily starve to death if he couldn't keep up with the speed of resurrection, so he kept playing house with them. But even so, Wu Mingkong had eaten up more than ten dynasties.

But now there is no need to play house with them anymore, just eat them all. As for starving to death in the future, Wu Mingkong said it doesn't matter. He can eat the split again. Although there will be losses and it is not worth it, it doesn't matter.

If one person forms an army, Wu Mingkong is rarely used to split the infinitely, unless he is forced to do so.

This ability damages the dungeon too much and makes it difficult to recover. You can only use it when Wu Mingkong is beaten up in an anxious manner, such as being beaten up by the Mahayana period in the dispute between good and evil.

Now Wu Mingkong is not using it on a large scale. If he really wants to use it, he will not shake his left hand, but will directly explode and start to swallow Yin soil.

The main reason is that Wu Chongxiao wants to posthumously confer him as emperor. He is not sure whether his imperial body and royal power can succeed after being posthumously conferred as emperor. If he fails, he can still leave Yintu Dragon Court.

So Wu Mingkong wanted to harvest the last one, and Wu Mingkong also admitted that there were any losses. If he did not harvest, it would be a waste if he was pitted.

Evil beasts chewed everywhere, and all the heroic spirits they met were heard.

Moreover, neither swords, guns, axes, nor Taoist curses can leave a trace of damage on the evil beast, and it is even absorbed by the black hole constitution, making the evil beast even bigger.

Even the golden words of several emperors of Dasheng could not control the evil beasts. Each evil beast was the incarnation of Wu Mingkong, a perfect killing machine, and inherited all of Wu Mingkong's abilities, so there was naturally a lot of it.

Several evil beasts that were determined by the golden mouth and jade words for a second teleported directly, and then bit one of the emperors' heads with one bite. The terrifying sound of shattering bones and chewing made the guards next to them take a step back, and then half of their body was bitten by another evil beast.

Various horrifying scenes happened in the prosperous dragon court. Whether it was a military general, a civil servant, a Taoist or a concubine, it was basically impossible to escape.

Even the Yinlong fortune, military soul and strange beasts, no one can escape the gnawing of evil beasts.

Wu Mingkong, who was within the Dafeng Dynasty, naturally had feedback, but there was no fluctuation on his face.

This scene is normal. Wu Mingkong has now perfected the world to fight against the external human fortune. Although he is not a complete body, he also has the original seven-point strength.

"There are fifty-three dynasties left, enough food." Wu Mingkong did not pull off the black cloth on his eyes, nor did he open his eyes, but the terrifying Guixu attached to every evil beast.

After being suppressed for so long, Wu Mingkong was naturally very uncomfortable. Although he had gradually recovered a few days ago, Wu Mingkong did not be arrogant. Although he was suppressed, he did not have enough benefits. Wu Mingkong naturally would not do anything that would harm the world, after all, it was not worth it.

It's different now. If you don't do it, you might not have the chance to make this money.

So although Wu Mingkong has not fully recovered, he has also taken action.

Seeing the evil beasts chewing the complete heroic spirits of the Great Seven Kingdoms heading towards the heroic spirits of the next dynasty, Wu Mingkong whispered: "So, where are you hiding in the strongest emperor system and the white light in the phantom of the colorful true dragon? Why can't I find a clue? It's because you hide too deeply."
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