In addition to the chair back of a five-kilometer high, the bottom of this throne is not a chair that people or Yalong can sit on, but a palace.

The entire palace covers an area of ​​more than fifty kilometers.

In the palace, all the facilities for eating, drinking and having fun are available.

A heavenly spirit crystal is inlaid on every wall of the entire palace.

Even at night, these heavenly spirit crystals will reflect the palace like daytime.

Only when the entire palace is combined with the tall chair back is called the Throne of Life.

Wen Zilong kept shaking his head.

Damn, I really don’t understand the world of rich people.

From this point of view, King Zhou, Emperor Qin, Yang Guang and others are just children playing house in front of Noah.

Of course, Wen Zilong was also cursing in his heart.

This stupid critic.

If I were the ruler of a planet, I would definitely spend all my manpower, material resources and financial resources on how to make myself feel comfortable.

But this guy actually spent such a big price to build such a thing.

It does look awesome.

But is it comfortable?

not necessarily.

The so-called comfort means finding a place where no one disturbs you and having a good sleep.

I woke up naturally after sleeping. When I woke up, I was still there to take care of myself to dress, wash my face and eat.

Keep sleeping after eating.

This stupid comment made the entire palace like daylight, how could you sleep?

The few people next to Wen Zilong were also so surprised that they couldn't stop talking for a long time.

The old demon has lived for more than 100,000 years, and has never seen such a situation.

The sword demon Dugu Qiudi in Wen Zilong's body couldn't help but sigh:

"If this great king Noah puts such obsession on sword training, even if he is a pig, he should have great achievements in the swordsmanship at this time."

Just as Wen Zilong and others were commenting on the Throne of Life in the palace, there were about fifty guards at the gate of the palace, and they shouted fiercely:

"No noise is allowed in front of the palace gate. Violators will be killed on the spot!"

Wen Zilong sneered when he heard this.

He had already checked online that Noah was a tyrant, and his guards were not good things either.

He is accomplice for tigers and oppresses the people.

He even used the power of a tiger to exploit the people in the name of a tyrant.

Since that's the case, just kill it.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilong injected a piece of sword energy into a leaf under his feet.

The next moment.

The originally ordinary leaves suddenly flew up.

Almost in an instant, the leaf flew towards the guards.

Those guards are almost at the peak of the eighth level.

But the speed of that leaf was far beyond the range they could handle.

Swallows, swishes, swishes, swishes—

After the leaves turned several times, Wen Zilong's sword energy was reduced.

The leaves rolled over and fell to the ground like normal leaves.

It's just different from the previous one.

At this time, the leaves have been dyed completely blood-red.

It looks shocking in the sun.

At the same time, the fifty guards fell to the ground almost at the same time.

A bloody mouth that was more than an inch long appeared on their foreheads.

The bloody mouth is still more than an inch long behind the head.

Everyone present did not know the sword energy.

They only saw that Wen Zilong could kill fifty strong men in seconds with just one leaf.

Although with their strength, I don’t know how strong these fifty strong men are, the people who can serve as guards in front of the tyrant’s palace are definitely far stronger than they imagined.

This highlights Wen Zilong's strength, which is already terrifying.

Their eyes looked at Wen Zilong, and there was a hint of shock.

Logically speaking, a sub-dragon that has just risen to a Class C star field, should be at the lowest level in the Class B star field.

But Wen Zilong was in a kingly rhythm as soon as he got up.

Ling Xueer is also a sword practitioner.

Although I don’t know how Wen Zilong attacked just now.

But I vaguely feel that this seems to be some kind of swordsmanship.

"Senior Brother Wen, your swordsmanship is so powerful?"

Wen Zilong shook his head and said:

"This is not a sword technique, but a sword technique that is higher than the sword technique."

"Swordsmanship? Is there any difference?"

Ling Xueer was puzzled.

Wen Zilong Dao:

"Sword technique is bound to one move and one move. Sword technique has no moves or styles, and only requires one blow to kill. As long as it can kill the enemy, it is a good sword technique."

Ling Xueer heard this and seemed to understand it.

Wen Zilong didn't say much, and led the crowd to wait and continued to walk towards the palace gate.

When they arrived in front of the steps of the palace gate, more than 200 strong men rushed out.

Wen Zilong's mental power was explored and he knew that most of these people were eighth-level peak powerhouses.

More than twenty of them have reached the early stage of the ninth level.

"Bold madman, dare to make trouble in the palace. Kill me!"

The powerful man at the early stage of the ninth level roared.

The more than 200 people rushed towards Wen Zilong and the others.

Ling Xueer was a little nervous.

After all, she is just a small sixth-order.

Although she didn't know the level of the people in front of her, she was definitely above the sixth level.

If you can become a guard of the palace, your strength is probably at least at level eight or even at level nine.

How can this prevent her from being nervous?

Others, except for being unable to afford to be injured, are basically controlled by Wen Zilong's leader's will.

Wen Zilong felt that it was okay, and they naturally felt that it was okay.

Although he was not controlled by Wen Zilong's leader's will, he had long since Wen Zilong saved his life, and he had long trusted Wen Zilong unconditionally.

Not to mention that the scriptures now deal with more than 200 eighth-level ninth-level strongmen.

Even if Wen Zilong went to fight against the dragon now, he felt nothing strange.

At this moment, Wen Zilong watched those people pounce on him.

He picked a purple unknown flower from the flower bed next to the steps.

Blow gently, and the petals fly.

Then, his sword energy turned into three small sword energy, which attached to three purple petals.

The next moment, the three purple petals flew towards the more than 200 people around them in an instant.

Swallows, swishes, swishes, swishes—

The speed of these petals is completely beyond the expectations of these people.
To be continued...