Although Wang Jing's face was calm and he had a faint smile on it, his hands were clenched into fists and his nails were digging into the flesh.

"good!"

Wang Jing only has one word.

He concentrated all his hatred into this word. If he had the chance, he would personally kill the Golden Maple Emperor!

The three emperors left and could not be stopped.

Wang Jing watched the three meteors fly away and gradually disappear, and his eyes gradually became calm.

Wang Jing waved his hand, and 20 million balls of divine essence surged out. He said calmly: "Minister Zhao, tell Fang Fei that after I get out, if he is not even a great emperor, he will be kicked out of Tianwu!

There are also Little Sky Pig, Ren Hao and others!

Tianle, you must also go a long way on the imperial path!

Four years later, I will personally settle this account!"

20 million groups of divine essence, this is Wang Jing’s biggest investment.

Even Zhao Wenbin had never seen so many divine essences with his own eyes.

"Don't think about suicide or one-for-one, that's cowardly."

Wang Jing noticed that Zhao Wenbin was not in the right mood and said coldly, "I'm not dead yet, Minister Li is not dead yet, and you want to die?"

Zhao Wenbin took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll keep this life, achieve enlightenment and become a saint, and kill all the saints of the Ancient Wilderness Clan!"

Wang Jing's real body left the starry sky and returned to his shop.

And his spiritual clone began to suppress the turbulence in space.

Use the corpses and divine blood of the ancient emperors to suppress the turbulence in space!

Wang Jing glanced in the direction of the Hengduan Mountains with deep eyes.

There, is home...

But he couldn't go back now.