The sky is bright and clear every day. While several immortal servants are sorting out the papers, Zhi Ying lies on the roof of the Shadow Palace with his head in his hands, and shapes the clouds in his hands to look like Doraemon.

Inner call: Any door, any door, can you take me home?

For a full month, she went from the Shadow Palace to the Siyun Palace and back to the Shadow Palace, answering the questions, approving the folds, weaving clouds, and learning other spells without even a break. She was more than twice as busy as before taking office, and she was not at all busy.

There's no time to do anything else.

Fortunately, the golden box used by Little Golden Crow to hold the lotus is made of special materials and has not deteriorated after all this time. Otherwise, it would be a pity.

"Goddess, the papers have been sorted out." The immortal attendant in the palace poked his head towards the roof.

Zhiying came back to his senses and said: "I understand, you can go and get the fairy dew with Dansheng!"

With a gentle flick, the clouds spread out and drifted away.

This month has not been fruitless. Weaver Ying is no longer like when she first transformed into a human form, poking at the clouds and breaking them. She has learned to use the compatibility between her true body and the clouds to shape the clouds into anything like a clay doll.

The shape she wants.

But this wasn't enough. She still couldn't find time to do what she wanted to do. Even when she learned spells from Qu Mi, she had to do it one by one as he was told. She would hand in the homework the next time we met and do it again as instructed.

When will these extremely busy days come to an end?

If you feel sleepy, someone will give you a pillow.

In the third year after the death of Emperor Gouchen, the God of War clan finally appointed a successor clan leader. It was such a great joy that it was natural to perform the ceremony of succession.

Not to mention anything else, Emperor Gouchen died in the line of duty during the war between gods and demons, and also tricked and killed three clan leaders in the demon world. His military exploits were brilliant and will be remembered for eternity, making the God of War clan even more different, almost rivaling the clan of the Emperor of Heaven.

Therefore, the God of War clan invites all the clans in the heavenly realm to attend the succession ceremony at Jiangxiao Palace in Antarctica in three days.

Si Zhi also received the invitation, and she planned to take Qu Mi and Zhi Ying with her. After receiving the news in the afternoon, Zhi Ying jumped up with joy, walked around the Ying Palace several times, and almost fell into the Xian Yun Pond.

She endured it patiently for three days, and finally, under the eyes of Jin Lan and his colleagues who beheaded them, she and Qu Mi followed Si Zhi behind the clouds to the Antarctic Jiangxiao Palace.

The God of War clan has lived in Ziwei Yuan for generations, and successive clan leaders have lived in Ziwei Shang Palace. The grand ceremony was held in Jiangxiao Palace in Antarctica.

The Antarctic Jiangxiao Palace is located in the deepest part of the Ziwei Yuan. The stars stand overhead and shine like the beautiful eyes of a graceful girl. The palace is based on star clusters and has meteorites as pillars. The soft light in the palace carries a fierce and murderous aura.

Stepping onto the steps paved with stars and entering Jiangxiao Palace, Zhiying suddenly remembered the Cangsha Sword given by Ju Lue as a congratulatory gift on the day he took office. It was exactly like this.

Ju Lue said that he lived in Kongsang Mountain, so why didn't he live in Ziweiyuan with his tribe?

Weaver Shadow caressed his eyebrows, he will come today too.

After entering the palace, Si Zhi went to greet Qi Kuo, a protoss he had become friends with. Zhi Ying was confused by the stars in the sky and wandered into the Starfall Forest behind the palace.

There are steep jade trees growing in the forest. They are as clear as crystal and as warm as jade. On the outstretched branches hang countless shining beads as big as walnuts, like scattered glutinous rice dumplings.

Zhiying pursed her lips, moved closer to the bead, stretched out her finger and poked it, accidentally denting it in. The bead suddenly shone with white light, releasing an aura that was as cold as arctic ice and snow.

Captured by this breath, Weaver Ying's fingers were covered with frost before he could take them back.

Like an evil beast eager to devour blood to satisfy its hunger, the frost spread all the way from her fingertips, through her palms, wrists, and elbows. In the blink of an eye, she wrapped her entire arm, making her unable to move her arm.

Her mind was still awake, but she was so shocked that she quickly mobilized her spiritual power to fight against the frost. At first, the frost showed signs of melting slightly, but Shadow Weaver's thin spiritual power was just a drop in the bucket compared to the frost.

Better than nothing.

The frost spread like a broken bamboo all the way to my heart.

Zhiying felt as if a heavy snow had fallen on her chest, which made her teeth chatter and she was speechless. Frost formed on her eyebrows and her hair solidified into ice.

With his heart veins blocked and his spiritual power unable to function properly, Zhiying's entire body was immersed in the frost, forming a natural ice sculpture that, from a distance, blended into the Starfall Forest.

There was a strange movement in the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows.

Weaver Shadow was frozen, but her consciousness was clear. She sank into the sea of ​​consciousness as she had been accustomed to in the past.

Hovering above the sea, she saw the originally calm sea of ​​consciousness rising into waves, and the waves fell and scattered into scattered frost flowers.

She had never experienced such a situation, let alone dealt with it. Her eyes were filled with panic, and she didn't understand why she had just poked a dumpling, so why did she end up like this?

Weaver Shadow wanted to cry but had no tears, and wanted to leave the sea of ​​consciousness.

Her consciousness issued instructions, but when she opened her eyes, the waves in front of her were still covered in frost. She thought she was invaded by frost, and her consciousness was also affected. She strengthened her thoughts and tried several times, but the same thing happened.

Zhi Ying looked at the fluctuating sea of ​​consciousness and realized that the matter was not as simple as being invaded by cold air.

Her heart was racing: What kind of weird tree did the God of War family plant, and it was so terrifying?

Thinking like this, a word as hoarse as gravel drifted into my ears like a ghost: "I have been waiting for tens of thousands of years, and finally someone has come..."

The sound was like fingernails scratching chalk on a blackboard, with a "prick" sound. Zhiying's hair stood up when he heard it, and he asked in surprise: "Who?"

The waves suddenly calmed down and remained calm, but Zhiying felt that there was a violent storm lurking beneath the calm.

She couldn't leave, so she could only stay in the sea of ​​consciousness, patrolling the three acres of land she had cultivated over the past few months with her heart in mind, waiting for the coming storm.

The weaving shadow gradually became shallow, and the sea of ​​​​consciousness was only that big. No matter how procrastinating it was, it would still turn four or five times very quickly. At this time, the sea of ​​​​consciousness changed again.

The crystal frost flowers floating on the sea grew wildly, and gradually connected together, and then firmly covered the entire sea of ​​​​consciousness, forming a thick layer of ice.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the source of all spiritual energy. The ice layer is like a knife, cutting off the connection between the spiritual energy and its owner.

Zhiying took a step, and the feeling of weightlessness came over him again, and there was the sound of icy wind in his ears. After two or three breaths, the sound of wind suddenly disappeared, and Zhiying fell heavily on the ice, feeling as if his whole body was falling apart and he was in terrible pain.

She cried out in pain and struggled to get up on her elbows. Her whole body ached so much that she didn't know where to rub it.

Just as she was hesitating, a pair of black combat boots glowing with black energy came into view. She endured the pain and slowly raised her eyes.

The black-armored Xuanyi, with its two polished but numerous round shields on the chest, has the same shape as the original Ju Lue, but the black aura like splashing ink is completely different from the righteousness of Ju Lue's whole body.

What's even more terrifying is that his black face is embedded with two red eyes shining with blood.

Zhi Ying shuddered as she looked at it, but in fear she forgot to step back. She asked with a trembling voice: "You, who are you?"

The pair of red eyes flashed suddenly, and the voice was still so unpleasant, like branches scraping against the wall: "I didn't expect you to hide a lot here. Unfortunately, they are not dragons or tigers, just two small insects. Wait for me."

I'll take your body and crush them to death."

Zhiying's heart was beating fast, and all her attention was focused on the words "taking over your body" he said. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrank to the extreme: "What did you say?!"

The man lowered himself down and stared straight at her with his red eyes.

In fact, Zhiying couldn't see where his eyes were focused, but her inner intuition told her that this person was sizing her up with a kind of creepy power.

"Don't move, I'll let you die a little easier."

The soft word "death" suddenly brought Zhiying back to his senses. He ignored the pain in his body, staggered to his feet, turned around and ran back.

She instinctively felt that there would be a way out ahead, but she didn't know that the sea of ​​knowledge was blocked and there were dead ends everywhere.

The man just stood there, watching her running around, spinning around in the small and limited sea of ​​consciousness.

When Zhiying reached the thirteenth lap, the man's patience finally ran out. He raised his hand and one of Zhiying's legs, which was running wildly, was firmly locked on the ice chain by an ice chain.

His legs were still jumping up in the air, but he was caught in the ice chain and his whole body fell onto the ice again.

There was a cut on his face from the ice, and blood immediately started to pour out, but the cold temperature stopped the flow of blood. From the left eyebrow to the right forehead, red traces reflected on the snow-white face, looking charming and charming.

Bewitch.

The man had a charming figure and came to Zhiying in an instant. His hands were like lightning, and he locked her neck with one claw. The rough callus of the tiger's mouth made Zhiying's skin red.

This was the second time in her history that she had her neck locked. A strange yet familiar feeling of suffocation surged into her chest. Zhiying wanted to breathe almost greedily, but the restriction around her neck tightened even more.

But this time, the opponent is not the arrogant and irritable Little Golden Crow, and she can't solve the problem with a few soft words. The piccolo has already been shattered by the Little Golden Crow, and even if it wasn't there, it would be impossible to use it in the sea of ​​consciousness.

In other words, she had no chance to ask for help and had to rely on herself.

Survive.

Zhiying only had these three words in his mind.

From the age of fifteen to twenty-one, her mother, who used to expect her daughter to succeed, had no demands on her except to survive, so she accepted various treatments and drug trials, and in the hands of the God of Destiny

I have struggled to survive until now.

Live. Only by living can you have various futures; only by living can you live up to your mother's expectations; only by living...

"Can't!"

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Emperor Gouchen has ruled the War God Clan for nearly a hundred thousand years. After careful planning and strategy, he has cultivated himself to an unparalleled level, and all branches are happy to surrender.

However, a battle between gods and demons and the fall of Emperor Gouchen tore off all the bright masks, revealing the filth and filthiness of various branches competing for fame and wealth.

Each minister and elder had his own supporters. He could neither allow other branches to support him nor accept the candidates proposed by other branches, so there were endless arguments.

In order to prevent other tribes from laughing at each other, the elders of the Ares Clan, who were always proud of war, locked themselves up in Ziwei Shang Palace and started arguing like a group of country shrews.

Ju Lue, the only disciple of Xuanzu Yuanjun, a branch of the Ares Clan and the leader of Kongsang Mountain, was pushed to the forefront. The people who were compared with him were Yanchuan in Yigao Mountain and Qigu in Changyang Mountain.

In the end, the great elder, who had been watching and whose ears were ringing from the noise, suggested that Xuan Ge, the great disciple of Emperor Gouchen, should succeed him as the clan leader.

Everyone was silent.

Xuan Ge was born at the junction of various branches. He belongs to each branch but does not belong to any branch. He is impartial. Moreover, he is the first disciple of Emperor Gouchen and was personally taught magic by Emperor Gouchen.

Looking at it this way, Xuan Ge is indeed the best candidate for the clan leader as he does not involve the interests of various branches.

As a result, the successor to the clan leader was finalized, and the various branches returned to their previous superficial harmony.

Ju Lue of Kongsang Mountain did not appear in the battle for the clan leader from beginning to end. His belief was to speak with the power of his hands, and the battle of words would only make him feel that this was an insult to him.

Qiang Wu, who supported him, refused to accept Xuan Ge as the clan leader. He felt that Ju Lue, who had the highest cultivation level and the strongest magic, was the most suitable. Therefore, during the ceremony of succession, he took the lonely Iwakawa to avoid Xingluo Forest.

To express his attitude, even though no one cares about his attitude at all.

"Why did the Great Elder choose Xuan Ge? He has a meek personality, is indecisive, has no opinions, and is absolutely useless. I am better than him."

"He has just occupied the position of the oldest disciple of the ancestors. If Emperor Gou Chen had not pitifully rejected him and accepted him as a disciple, he would still be chewing tree bark..."

"Iwakawa, what do you think?"

It's rare that Iwakawa didn't dislike his noisiness, and listened to his chirping like a sparrow all the way till now. Stopping in front of the star-falling forest, Iwakawa bowed respectfully to the jade tree, and then glanced at Qiang Wu.
Chapter completed!