As the first sacrifice of the Dashen Empire, Wan chongyun did not live in the imperial palace. He had his own fief and his own city, which was directly named after him.

At this moment, Wan chongyun is sitting in his study, his fingers rhythmically tapping the desktop.

A moment later, a white note turned to ashes in his hand.

"White, false god!" he opened his mouth gently, and his eyes were full of strangeness: "why is your cultivation speed so fast?"

He seems to be talking to himself and to someone who doesn't exist.

A maid carrying a black tea gently pushed the door open and came in. After serving tea for WAN chongyun, she crawled on the ground and very gently took off her boots and stockings for WAN chongyun.

Then she gently picked up Wan chongyun's feet, put his toes into her mouth and sucked them.

Wan chongyun slightly closed his eyes and enjoyed the service of his maid.

This is his hobby and one of his rare hobbies.

He felt that only at this time would his heart become extremely ethereal and even have a feeling of epiphany.

The maidservant's name is Qiulan. She serves very attentively. It seems that she is doing a great thing and concentrating.

In fact, the same is true. She doesn't know how many competitors she has defeated to win this honor. Therefore, she does it with great intention and doesn't dare to be careless.

At this time, there was a slight noise in the room, as if someone had pushed the door in.

Qiulan was a little surprised.

You know, at this time, Lord Wan will never allow anyone to disturb, but now, a person comes in.

Wan chongyun, who closed his eyes to enjoy, seemed not surprised, but still closed his eyes.

Qiulan didn't stop. She didn't even look back.

She knows that at this time, she only needs to be deaf and mute.

A moment later, a voice suddenly came from behind her: "are you wan chongyun?"

Qiulan's body trembled, and even her movements were stiff. Fortunately, she reacted, which didn't make Wan chongyun feel uncomfortable.

However, her heart was extremely afraid. She had never seen anyone dare to call adults by their names.

Wan chongyun's voice came into her ear: "yes, should I call you Yang Xuan or Bai Qi?"

Qiulan was curious and even surprised.

Lord Wan is not angry? Someone called him by name, but there was no feeling of anger in his tone.

At this moment, she had infinite curiosity about the man behind her who didn't know whether his name was Yang Xuan or Bai Qi.

Wan chongyun suddenly asked, "Shen Yulou is dead?"

Qiulan trembled again.

As Wan chongyun's maid, why doesn't she know who Shen Yulou is?

As the crown prince of the great Shen Empire and the registered disciple of Wan chongyun, Shen Yulou often appears here. Of course she knows and knows.

But what did she hear?

The prince is dead?

God, how is this possible?

Qiulan was filled with fear.

"Oh? Why?" Yang Xuan asked.

Wan chongyun sighed and said, "if he doesn't die, you won't find me here. I know your intention. It's just two choices. Either kill me or beg me to shut up. I think you won't choose the second one because of your character, so you're here to kill me?"

Qiulan couldn't keep calm this time, and her whole body trembled violently.

She can defeat many competitors to serve Wan chongyun. What's the matter, stupid man.

At this time, she has found that she seems to know something she shouldn't know.

Wan chongyun finally completely opened his eyes. After looking at Yang Xuan slightly, he said slightly: "I don't know who gave you the confidence and courage to kill me. It's just a hypocrisy. In my eyes, it's just a mole ant."

Facing his disregard, Yang Xuan smiled and didn't speak.

Just around him, some sporadic golden lights suddenly appeared.

After a pause, Yang Xuan asked Wan chongyun, "I just want to know if anyone else knows except you?"

Wan chongyun looked at the golden light in front of him. He was curious and smiled: "you might as well guess?"

The golden light around Yang Xuan was thicker. He suddenly asked, "Shen Yulou is your disciple. Aren't you sad when he died?"

Wan chongyun shook his head: "Shen Yuguan is also my disciple. The prince and Princess of Dashen are all my registered disciples. There's nothing to be sad about."

Yang Xuan didn't speak any more. A long golden knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

As soon as the long sword appeared, the little golden light in the air changed slightly into a small and exquisite golden flying sword.

Wan chongyun's eyes showed appreciation: "I've always heard that the skill of Xianmen is magical. When I see it today, it's really extraordinary."

His toes moved slightly, and there was stagnation and fear in Qiulan's eyes, who had been serving him. Then, he fell to the ground and fainted.

Wan chongyun stood up and stood barefoot in the air: "but he almost wanted to kill me."

Yang Xuan's mouth showed a trace of ridicule, and then thousands of flying swords burst out.

Boom!

Wan chongyun, a palace decorated with gorgeous decoration, turned into powder in an instant.

Wan chongyun's original calm look disappeared in an instant. He exclaimed: "empty divine realm?"

At the critical moment, he grew up, and the whole person suddenly came into the air. At his feet, there was a long golden river like a horse refining, which was pursued in an instant.

A red umbrella appeared in Wan chongyun's hand, opened in an instant and came to his feet.

Boom, boom

Countless flying swords turned into a long golden river. They bombarded the red umbrella and made a deafening sound.

For a moment, the whole heavy cloud city was shaking.

After a long time, the golden light finally dissipated, and the red umbrella held by Wan chongyun was full of holes and tattered.

Wan chongyun's face was still a bit shocked and incredible. He never thought that Yang Xuan was not a false god state, but a virtual God state.

This shocked him.

In particular, the thought that he just looked at mole ants, pretended and talked in front of Yang Xuan made him have an uncontrollable anger in his heart.

He felt that Yang Xuan was insulting him. He obviously had the cultivation of virtual God state, but he had to pretend to be a false god state. Who can bear it.

"You are an empty spirit state, how can this be?" Wan chongyun's eyes flashed anger, and his face still looked unbelievable.

According to his news, when Yang Xuan was still in the Ming Empire, he was in the realm of Taoism. After a period of time, the news of his promotion to Shinto came out. At that time, he also lamented that Yang Xuanshi was too evil and his cultivation speed was amazing.

But how long has it been that Yang Xuan has entered the realm of virtual God and is on an equal footing with him?

How is this possible?

After Qiang became calm, he knew that he could no longer despise Yang Xuan. From today on, Yang Xuan will stand at the peak of the world like him.

"White, come with me." his face was blue, turned into a streamer, and took the lead to fly out of the city.

This is his fief. He doesn't want to destroy it.