Qingge sat in the seat and focused on studying the chess scores of the endgame placed in the realm of nothingness.

It is yellowed and broken pages, with sloppy handwriting, which shows that it has been a while.

Mr. Zhou’s only heart-protecting formation is in this chess record.

As for the residual souls of the ancient dragon, it is even more an ideology. The residual souls of the two super-divine beasts, such as the Vermillion Bird and Xuanwu, can be transformed into bodies.

The voice of the ancient dragon sounded in Qingge's mind: "If I am a blade, there will be no tough shield in the world. If I am a shield, there will be no sharp blade in the world. Young man, your heart is purple moon flower. The heart-protecting formation can protect you. I can destroy your blood demonic evil spirit. But if you think about it, I can only use it once. After one passes, there will be no dragon in the world."

"Can you fight with me?" Qingge asked.

"I can only summon my true body once. After the battle, I can't accompany you." Gu Long said.

Qingge smiled slightly, "Enough..."

The blood demon evil aura could not be destroyed. Before I knew it, the blood demon evil aura merged with her. To destroy the blood demon evil aura, it was to kill her!

After that, Gu Long's voice was gone. Qingge understood that Gu Long would appear when she needed it.

Qingge picked up the wine on the jade table, raised his head and took a sip.

The ancient dragon's residual soul and the heart-protecting formation can alarm the Thousand Clans. Now both are here, I am afraid that some people will be unable to sit still.

People die for money and birds die for food.

Sui Linggui walked to Qingge with a glass of wine and toasted: "You are really a surprise."

"An unexpected joy." The song is graceful and elegant, calm and elegant.

Sui Linggui raised his eyebrows, "Old Zhou is my Qinglian. Old Zhou does good deeds throughout his life. Being able to obtain the heart-protecting formation and the remnant soul of the ancient dragon is a blessing for the girl, and it cannot be used to seek money and kill him."

"The patriarch is instructed, and the younger generation is taught."

Sui Linggui was very satisfied with Qingge's attitude, and Qingge was also observing Sui Linggui.

As Sui Linggui said, Mr. Zhou was a Qinglian person, and the heart-protecting formation and the ancient dragon's residual soul belonged to Qinglian. If Sui Linggui was moved, he would be afraid that he would kill people and seize treasures.

At least, judging from the open conversation, Qingge didn't know what Sui Linggui meant.

Starting from entering the Four Seas City, Qingge successively seized treasures, the remains of the gods, the long green lotus robe, the heart-protecting formation, and the remnant soul of the ancient dragon.

Fortunately, these news will not be spread to the Gods Heavenly Realm, otherwise the Heavenly Realm will be in chaos!

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The green lotus feast, the cultural and spiritual exchanges, the people of thousands of tribes compete for the singing, and the literati and poets were amazed by the four seats.

The Wenshu lists are ranked by the number of green lotus, and there is only one green lotus among the light singers.

According to the rules of Qinglian, the so-called "trial" and "challenge" at will. Once the challenge is successful, the opponent's number of Qinglian numbers belongs to you.

Therefore, many hidden masters will take action at the end, take away all the green lotus, and stand at the top of the list and laugh at the forefront.

Qingge is no exception. Sitting in the seat and watching the scene of Wen Dao’s discussions is extremely exciting.

It is not unreasonable that the thousand clans are above the nine realms and can be called heaven and earth.

In the martial arts temple late at night, the night pearl illuminates the world, and thousands of people talk about their literary ways.

The second path of literature and martial arts ended, and after the martial arts landed in Tianfeng appeared, the engagement banquet was held.

Ye Ge and Dongling Cod were going to stand in the martial arts way, to accept the congratulations from the Qian tribes, and to raise their wine glasses and smile at the Qian tribes.

Qingge looked around and frowned.

"Who are you waiting for?" asked the goddess.

"The Seven Clan Old." Qingge's eyes sank.

The goddess's eyes flashed, "Why?"

"He can't be left out of Qiankun Banquet." Qingge smiled faintly.

The Qian tribes were still competing with Wendao, and Qingge left the lively feast with a pot of wine.

When Dongling Cod saw Qingge leaving, he wanted to keep up with Qingge, but was called away by Sui Linggui.

Qingge left the martial arts temple and walked aimlessly in the darkness.

When he walked to a remote place, Qingge saw a fire.

The old naughty boy and the seven clans were sitting in front of the fire, burning paper money seriously.

There is also a tomb and an unknown monument in front of the seven clans.

It is a new tomb. The old men of the seven clans still have mud on their nails, which shows that it is a newly dug of graves with bare hands.

Lingye Wolf's grave...

Qingge pursed her lips. Over the past ten thousand years, the seven clan elders have had a particularly bad reputation. They kill countless people, bathe in blood, have cruel methods, and never marry a wife in their entire lives.

While in the martial arts hall, Qingge heard the goddess telling some things about the elders of the seven clans.

Ten thousand years ago, the seven clans were always one of the generals of Qinglian and made many sacrifices for the people of the world. He had a childhood sweetheart wife. He and his wife went out and saw injustice and drew their swords to help. In order to save those poor people, he was shot several arrows and fainted.

When he woke up, there was only his wife's body. Only then did he realize that his wife was pregnant, with one corpse and two lives.

He thought it was killed by the bandits, but he never thought that it was killed by the people he saved...

He didn't know what his wife had experienced, and all the valuable treasures on him were stolen.

Those stupid people tied him up with iron ropes, wanting him to throw out all the things in the treasures in the space.

So stupid.

Can the iron chain trap him?

He massacred all these people, not letting go of any of them.

He put his bleeding heads into towers.

What awaits him is Qinglian's punishment.

As a general of Qinglian, how can you kill innocent people indiscriminately?

He held his wife's body and cried sadly beside the blood tower of his head.

He regrets being a good person, he regrets saving people, he regrets...

After the punishment, he was like a different person, unforgivable and crazy.

There is nothing in his mansion, only one grave, his wife's grave.

Lingye Wolf was once the favorite of the wife of the seven clans. Since then, the seven clans have been with Lingye Wolf for thousands of years.

At this moment, Qingge could even understand why the elders of the seven clans were so angry after Lingyelang died.

A drop of turbid tears slid across the folded cheeks of the seven clans, falling on the beating flames, annihilated by the fire.

"What are you here to do?" The elder of the seven clan did not turn to look at Qingge, "It's late at night, a remote place. I'll kill you at this moment, and the Qinglian King can't do anything to me."

"Sorry, I didn't save Lingyelang." Qingge walked to the side of the seven clans and sat on the ground.

Lingye Wolf was already half dead when she took action.

The person behind him killed two birds with one stone, such a vicious trick.

Killing Lingye Wolf, the Seven Clan Old Man will be extremely painful, and framed by her can get rid of her. In addition, it can intensify the conflict between the Seven Clan Old Man and Dongling Cod.

Ye Ge definitely couldn't think of such a trick, but I was afraid that the man behind Ye Ge would be very difficult to deal with.

After Qingge spoke, the elders of the seven clans finally glanced at Qingge.

The woman is young and beautiful, with delicate skin, perfect side face, and a firelight reflected in her black eyes.

It looks very much like his young wife.

That year, in the cold winter, my wife folded the red plums and wore them on her hair, hugged the Lingye Wolf and squatted in front of the fire to keep warm and smile innocently.

The seven clans looked at Qingge in a daze, and two lines of tears slid down.

"Do you like red plums?" asked the old man of the seven clans.

"I like it." Qingge replied.

"Good child." The old man of the seven clans smiled bitterly, "She also likes red plums." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!