After a chaotic chase, Song Cai sat obediently in front of Wu Jun, grinning his teeth from time to time, and his little face was full of grievances.

Wu Jun drank tea and said coldly: "You really collected money, where is the money?"

Song Caiqiang smiled and raised his face, whispered: "Hide it under my bed, prepare to treat it as a master, and leave it to me as a dowry."

Wu Jun twitched his cheeks and said, "You have lost your dowry, so let's keep it for me as a coffin book. Why did you come back? What's going on in the south now?"

Seeing that he was not obsessed with this topic, Song Cai breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a solemn expression: "It's not optimistic. Zhennan Pass has fallen. Except for Shenlong and Xiakui, all the masters were captured alive by the Demon Emperor. I followed Zhennan Army to evacuate early and escaped the disaster."

"In just fifteen days, the Demon Emperor has occupied all the territory in the eastern region and the southern bank of the Great River."

"The empress thought you were dead, and she posthumously named you as the Marquis of Wu, and rewarded you with a lot of good things. She also recognized me as the god sister and appointed me as the princess of Jinhua."

Wu Jun sighed for a while and said, "Chang Yan is quite a bit conscientious."

At this time, a sound of a carriage sounded, and Chang Ju walked in quickly under the escort of the imperial guards, saying with a look of surprise: "You are really not dead!"

Without waiting for Wu Jun to speak, Song Caiteng jumped up as if he had found a backer. He grabbed Chang Ge's hand and cried in grievance.

"Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for me. As soon as my master comes back, he will hit me indiscriminately! I am your fuck sister. His ass is equivalent to slapping you in the face!"

“…????”

The smile on Chang Ju's face froze, and he looked at Song Cai with a black thread, and slowly said, "Song Cai, you are already thirteen years old, and you should leave Beijing and be a vassal. I'll clean up and go to Jinhua tomorrow."

Song Cai was shocked and glared and said, "But Jinhua has fallen!"

"If you don't want to go, be honest!"

Chang Yan gave her a blank look, stopped paying attention to her, and said to Wu Jun: "Where have you been these days?"

Wu Jun briefly talked about his trip to the Demon Realm, and Chang Yu was stunned and looked like he was a ghost.

Wu Jun continued: "The biggest gain of my trip to the Demon World this time is not to be the Demon Emperor, but to meet a wisp of the Buddha's soul."

"Buddha?"

Chang Ju looked at Wu Jun with shock.

Wu Jun nodded with a heavy expression, looked at the demon puppet standing aside like a stone statue, and said, "The Buddha's soul went to the demon world. After being defeated by the demon, he split a wisp of soul and hid it in the body of the demon puppet."

"The body of the Demon Emperor was also damaged in the battle with the Buddha, so he has always been using the body of the former Demon Emperor Shura."

"According to my estimate, the cultivation level of the Demon Emperor should be comparable to that of the Buddha's heyday."

Chang Yan's heart sank and said, "If this is the case, I'm afraid no one in the world is his opponent. Then why didn't he kill the capital directly and take my life and directly capture the capital?"

Wu Jun sighed and said, "He is enjoying the pleasure of conquest. According to the information I got from the Demon Realm, the Demon Emperor likes to enjoy the process of conquest and conquest. The more difficult it is to be conquered, the more satisfying it will bring to him."

Chang Yan said with some clarity: "So that's it, no wonder he implemented the new policy in the occupied areas."

"Now, the Eastern Region and south of the River have opened private fights according to the instructions of the Demon Emperor. Those aristocratic forces that I suppressed wanted to turn over and regain their lost fields with force. The people resisted by force and did not violate the law. Those who crossed the realm of killing can even be rewarded.

I wondered what the meaning of his doing this was before, but I didn’t expect that he was just to subvert the original rules and satisfy his pleasure of conquest!”

As he said that, Chang Yu's face became more and more serious, and he sighed: "If his policy is really implemented, I don't know how many people in the world will die innocently."

Wu Jun nodded and said firmly: "We must not let him succeed. The Demon Emperor is not invincible. Although the Buddha and the Taoist Ancestor are no longer there, the will of the Confucian Saint is still there. The Buddha also left a backhand on him back then. As long as there are enough people, I am 50% sure to defeat him!"

Chang Ju said worriedly: "Divine Dragon was seriously injured by his punch, and he disappeared. We no longer have a holy realm."

Wu Jun said: "There is still hope. Manager Liu and the other three are all pseudo-holy realms. As long as you overcome the heavenly tribulation, you can become a saint. Uncle Xiakui is also on the verge of breaking through. The most urgent thing we are now is to find a safe way for them to break through the holy realm!"

While speaking, a thunder suddenly sounded in the northern sky.

In Hanshan Temple, shopkeeper Liu, half-faced Buddha, and the master of Xuanji Temple responded at the same time.

"Someone is overcoming the tribulation!"

"Dragon Qi? Didn't the dragon become a saint long ago?"

"What a strong demonic aura!"

When the three of them were in amazement, the disaster sky was floating in the air in a big mountain in the north, and the surging demonic aura was wrapped in a layer of twisted dragon energy, which seemed very strange.

The strange red eyes flashed red, the clothes fluttered, the hair fluttered, and the cynical aura on their bodies disappeared, revealing a domineering momentum.

The Dragon King Chang Geng lay down on the ground with a pale face, stared at Huotian, who had pulled away his dragon energy, and then bit his tongue and fled into the rainbow.

The next moment, a purple lightning as thick as a thumb fell down, slamming the outer dragon energy.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of purple lightnings fell down together, led by their distorted position, and rumbling on the top of the mountain, raising a burst of smoke.

The dust and smoke dissipated, and the dragon energy outside the heaven of the disaster had been consumed by the thunder tribulation. He raised his face and looked at the last thunder tribulation brewing in the sky, and said with a blank expression: "Come on, I have been planning for a thousand years and took away most of my tribe's luck. It is to help me become the last demon saint of the ape tribe today!"

The heavenly robbery cloud heard his bold words, and a purple lightning as thick as an arm fell down and poured straight into the top of the head of the Heavenly Heaven.

In an instant, Zidian wandered all over his body, and Huo Tian let out an angry roar, and his whole body became charred.

As the purple light disappeared, the disaster sky long spit out a breath of turbid air, the demon body slowly transformed, and the charred skin peeled off, revealing the crystal white new skin.

Wu Jun stood at the door of Renxintang with a complicated expression: "I didn't expect that the first person to become a saint was him, and the situation might become more complicated."

Before he could finish his words, a green light crashed into Wu Jun's arms.

Wu Jun instinctively reached out and grabbed it, spread out his palm, and found that it was a Xiuzhen green dragon. He opened his mouth dyingly and said weakly: "Shui...shui..."

"Dragon?"

Wu Jun was shocked, walked into the room quickly and put the dragon into the water.

The dragon entered the water, recovered a little strength, and raised its head out of the water. The dragon whispered and asked, "What kind of water is this? The smell is very special."

Wu Jun stared at Shenlong and was silent for a while, and said, "Jingshui, or can you call it...Longjing Tea?"

“!!!”
Chapter completed!