Standing on the head of the Arhat of the Ferry Movement, the Empress looked down at him with contemptuous eyes, saying word by word:

"Why do you need to come in person to deal with waste like you?"

The Empress did not tell lies. The Arhat of the Transportation Arhat was just a second-level, and she didn't need her body to come in person. Even if the Buddha's Bodhisattva took action, her body would not come to the atrium.

Unless the three Bodhisattvas target her at the same time, who can be her empress’s opponent in this world?

Looking at the Arhat of the Feryun coldly, the other party's miserable appearance made the Empress very much like it. She just wanted to see the expressions of these strong men after being crushed.

"Why..." The Arhat of Duyun stood there, with a deep sense of frustration covering him. He said bitterly: "Since the original body has not arrived in person, why did the Tengshen Nail be crushed by you at the first level?"

This incident has completely exceeded his cognition. In his eyes, the Tengshen Nail has always been a supreme treasure. Unless the superb arrives, it is basically an invincible existence.

But now the appearance of the empress seems to have disrupted his yearning for the Gods Pin. At the same time, he wasted a Gods Pin in vain.

Looking at the Arhat of the Ferry Yun coldly, the empress sneered and explained: "The Spike of the Gods is terrifying, you can only be alone, not the Zen master system."

"Do you really think that super-grade is so easy to kill? Which super-grade one you killed in Buddhism, do you know how many Bodhisattvas fell?"

The last sentence stimulated the Arhat of the Ferry Raiders. He didn't say another word, and at this moment he finally lowered his arrogant head.

But after thinking that this was not the empress's own power, he raised his head and laughed wildly: "Empress, Empress, you are just a puppet after all. No matter how strong the power is, it is yours. You are very sad..."

The expression on her face gradually turned into anger. The empress could not bear the other party's words about her puppet. She raised her hand and pressed her gently.

The pressure that crushed everything fell in an instant. The Arhat of the Ferry River bent his knees and almost knelt down. He raised his head with difficulty and sneered, "What? What's the pain in your words? You..."

"Shut up!"

Before he could finish the rest of his words, the empress once again increased the strength in her hands. The terrifying pressure directly made the Duyun Arhat bend his knees, but he did not kneel down.

The sound of bone shattering kept coming. Even with the Buddhist Vajra Magical Art, the Arhats of the Ferry Raiders at this time could not withstand the pressure brought by the Empress.

It seemed as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and the Arhats of the Crossing Movement vowed not to kneel down, but they just quickly activated the Vajra magical art, and their bones shattered again and again, and then they were as intact as before under the terrifying restoration of the Vajra magical art.

"I want to see how long you can hold on." The empress turned her palm and pressed it down again. She shouted, "I asked you to kneel down!"

The ground exploded directly, and the Arhat of the Ferry River finally got rid of his knees and fell to the ground. A mouthful of light golden blood was spurted out. The Arhat of the Ferry River raised his head and looked at the Empress with difficulty, sneering:

"How ridiculous are you? Do you really think I don't have any room for anything?"

The moment the words were finished, two dazzling god nails flew out directly from the ground. Before the empress could react, two god nails pierced directly into her shoulders.

The aura on his body suddenly decreased, and the empress spurted out blood, and her cultivation level dropped from the originally terrifying first-level first-level to the early stage of the second-level first-level.

A whole big realm is just two god-giving nails. At this realm, the empress cannot suppress the Arhats.

She said angrily: "You dare to insult me!"

"So what if you are Yin?" The arrogant smile of the Arhat of the Ferry Lun gradually became unrestrained. "If there is no mantra for the Sword of the Gods, you will stop at the second level for your entire life!"

As he said that, he stood up little by little, his breath swelled up, and he said angrily: "Now I can destroy you with one punch!" z.br

The Dharma Image Golden Body behind him raised his hand and punched the empress in a gesture.

Facing the second-grade peak of the Ferry Arhat, the empress no longer had the will to fight again, and glared at the Ferry Arhat with anger on her face. She shattered the void and disappeared from the spot.

After the Empress left, the Dharma image golden body behind the Arhat.

He also began to retract his body. He coughed up a mouthful of light golden blood, and the expression on his face was extremely bitter.

In one day, only nine of the twelve god nails were left, and he himself was seriously injured. He gasped heavily and the Arhat of the Crossing Raid stood up with difficulty.

"I need to rest for a few days..."

Yuan Dynasty! Yuandu!

As the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty could achieve the four seasons of spring, and the cities of thousands of miles were all above the spiritual veins.

Yin Wanting was extremely convinced of the place chosen by King Ming, but she was not very interested in enjoying the scenery at this time.

As a brand new dynasty, many people naturally felt dissatisfied. At this time, Yin Wanting was sitting on a dragon throne, but there was no expression of joy on her face.

"Mr. Yan, do you really not give me one chance?"

After so many days, she had already hated Mr. Yan in front of her. On the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, someone sang a counter-tune with her.

Under the dragon chaise, an old man in a white Confucian shirt and a kind and harmonious face stood. He was covered in white hair and wrinkles, but at this moment he looked at Yin Wanting with disappointment.

"Looking at the thousand years of the outer region of Yingzhou, when did a precedent for women to become emperors appear?" Mr. Yan took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily, "Is there no one in my Yuan Dynasty?"

"Even if King Ming ascended the throne today, I will not make trouble in the Golden Palace."

Yan Zongxiang, a scholar who was highly respected in the previous dynasty, promoted the Confucian spirit with one voice, but unfortunately he did not enter the roots of Confucian cultivation.

During the decades where he was, almost all the poor children were his disciples, who lived in Yuandu. Now, I heard that Yin Wanting wanted to be emperor, so I came out to persuade him.

"Sir, I'm afraid it's a bit too much. Isn't there an empress in the atrium?" Yin Wanting held the handle of the dragon chaise tightly with both hands. She was already trying her best to suppress her anger.

"Although the empress of the atrium is considered an emperor, he has been mediocre in the atrium for so many years, which shows the fact that a woman cannot be called emperor." Yan Zongxiang was still resolute, and Yin Wanting was the one who resisted the most.

"Sir, there is no precedent, so I will set this precedent today!" Yin Wanting couldn't bear it anymore and shouted in a low voice: "Come here!"
Chapter completed!