Blow up the system at the beginning, I am the tyrant Emperor Yan

Chapter 20 Invincible foster father, son of the Heaven-Suppressing Sword Emperor

"Ding, you got 8888 undead points!"

"Ding, you got 6666 undead points!"

"Ding, you got 51888 undead points!"

"Ding, you get..."

Emperor Yan instantly blocked the notification sound of his own system.

Look at the undead points that are continuously coming in.

Emperor Yan once again activated the hundredfold cultivation function for himself.

With the continuous consumption of undead points.

His cultivation has also skyrocketed a hundredfold.

From the early days of Emperor Wu, he quickly rose to the peak of Emperor Wu, and then stagnated to the level of quasi-war god.

This time.

Emperor Yan didn't consume all the undead points, but kept some of them for emergencies.

The territory where his dynasty is located is located in a place called Tianwu Domain.

The cultivation system is: Martial Apprentice, Martial Master, Great Martial Master, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Emperor, Martial Master, Martial Saint, Martial Emperor, Martial God!
The Valkyrie is beyond this area.

Enough to go to the realm above the Tianwu Domain!

prior to.

Nangong Aotian's master, the one-armed old man, is a giant at that level.

but.

In Emperor Yan's eyes, he was still like an ant.

He had already made up his mind that after the Great Yan Dynasty was rectified and broke out of the Tianwu Domain, he would establish the Godless Dynasty and push down all enemies!

matter of the moment.

It should lead the Great Yan Dynasty to the Tianwu Domain, set foot in this domain, and conquer all forces.

Emperor Yan's evil eyes flickered violently.

The first thing to do is to take the Fuyao Holy Land and the Nangong Family's two life-or-death forces. Survive!

He has always been vindictive in his actions.

If others respect him a foot, he will pay back one foot!
On the contrary, if you bully him a point, you will get back a hundred times!
……

Following Xiang Yu and others, they drove straight in with gold and iron horses.

The entire Wusheng City has been turned into ruins, covered in blood red.

Empty, a dead city.

Of course.

Outside a restaurant.

The old man walked out sadly holding the broken gourd.

His clothes were ragged, his hair was disheveled, his face was covered with dirt, and his eyes were dull, like a poor old beggar.

wow wow
A jug of turbid wine was thrown from the sky.

The aroma of the wine is pervasive, shaped like a water column hanging down.

The old beggar sat on the steps, and with a swipe of his fingertips, the time and space around him gradually solidified, and he drank the wine in one gulp.

Or a little drunk.

There was a gleam of brilliance in his gloomy eyes.

Roar--

Emperor Yan stepped on the magic dragon and passed by.

He glanced down at the figure of the old man.

"Ok?"

Emperor Yan was slightly stagnant in the air, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will worry about it tomorrow. Good wine is good wine"

Ignoring Emperor Yan's existence, the old beggar ran into the wine shop again, poured a gourd, and drank heavily on his own.

It was as if, except for wine, nothing in this world could attract his attention.

"Hiccup~"

The old beggar hiccupped and grabbed it casually.

Inside the restaurant.

A plate of peanuts and two taels of pork head meat flew towards him in the air and landed at his feet.

Emperor Yan jumped out of the dragon and landed lightly on his toes.

He didn't speak.

Instead, with deep eyes, he quietly stared at the old beggar not far away.

"Haha, the world is awake and I am drunk alone. The mortal road is long, and I am not envious of mandarin ducks or immortals!"

The old beggar was so drunk that he couldn't even grasp peanuts.

At this time.

He just glanced at Emperor Yan in the distance.

"Little friend, why bother to watch, come and drink a gourd with the old man."

The old beggar patted lightly with one hand, and a jade gourd hanging from his waist flew towards Emperor Yan.

"This wine is not bad."

Emperor Yan's evil pupils flickered, and the flying jade gourd shattered instantly.

Wine spilled.

The surrounding time and space are also solidified.

Not a single drop of wine left turned into a stream of pure energy, continuously tempering Emperor Yan's physique.

"Reckless"

The old beggar muttered cursingly.

Immediately, he stopped talking to Emperor Yan, hummed a ditty, walked into the wine shop with a broken gourd in his arms and made a pot again.

"Gollum, Gollum..."

"It's better to drink this wine, it's easy to get drunk."

The old beggar turned around, took a sip, and lay down comfortably by the threshold.

"Why drink?"

Emperor Yan was not angry at all, he stared at the old beggar plainly and said, as if he was asking a young child.

"Home is gone, home is gone."

The old beggar looked gloomy, took another sip of wine, and continued humming a ditty hoarsely.

"waste."

Emperor Yan replied indifferently.

"Are you talking about me? It's up to you."

The old beggar laughed at himself, looking drunk.

"He debuted at the age of eight, cultivated the gods at the age of nine, was honored at the age of twelve, and established himself as the emperor at the age of eighteen. In those days, the swordsman Gao Yang, who was famous for a while, was reduced to an old drunkard in this muddy land. It is really ridiculous."

Emperor Yan's words fell.

The old beggar trembled, his eyes gradually became moist, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

"Who are you, and why do you know so much about my life experience?"

"Also, the blazing sun of Sword Dao back then is dead. In this world, there is only one more ordinary old drunkard."

The old beggar lowered his head, his voice was hoarse but full of vicissitudes.

"The mud can't support the wall. Why did the Heaven Suppressing Sword Emperor give birth to such a waste like you?"

"Sword Emperor Zhentian is also an idiot, he can't even keep such a huge family fortune!"

Emperor Yan scolded.

"Have you said enough? Say I can, but I won't allow you to insult my father!"

The old beggar started to stare at Emperor Yan with a cold voice.

"What? You are so ruthless, are you only ruthless in the nest? If I had known you were such a waste, the emperor would have been too lazy to give you a great sword bone back then."

Emperor Yan opened his mouth icily, a little hating that iron can't be made into steel.

"Dacheng Sword Bone?"

The old beggar looked at Emperor Yan tremblingly: "Who are you? This sword bone is my father..."

"Who do you think this emperor is? Back then, if your father hadn't begged this emperor, would you have such a unique talent?"

Emperor Yan glanced at him.

"Are you the invincible foster father?"

The old beggar had tears in his eyes, as if he had seen the only remaining relative in this world.

When he was young.

His father Zhentian Sword Emperor once told him that his great sword bones were given by an extremely terrifying existence.

And let him remember it all the time, and call him the invincible foster father.

And his father had told him.

His father, Sword Emperor Zhentian, was able to achieve such brilliant achievements because of the support of that invincible existence all the way.

These years, although he has not seen this adoptive father, he already regards this invincible existence as his own father in his heart.

Since he became emperor, this adoptive father, whom he had never met, never gave him little help in cultivation.

After some years.

With the sudden departure of the invincible foster father, his father also became depressed, as if he had lost a close friend.

Looking at the old beggar in front of him.

Emperor Yan's expression was complicated, and he couldn't help but fell into memory.

That's right.

This old beggar was the son of a host he had assisted when he was still the invincible system.

Before the host's luck reached its peak, he almost watched the old beggar grow up with his own eyes.

"Sword Emperor Suppressing Heaven."

Emperor Yan took a deep breath, his eyes were a little complicated.

Zhentian Sword Emperor is the most difficult one among the many hosts he assisted, and also the one with the most perseverance.

It was also the one that accompanied him for the longest time when he was an invincible system.

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