That night, the moon was as cool as water and as bright as clear as light.

After Qingge finished drinking the soup made by Ye Jingfeng, he sat cross-legged in the yard to practice, while Ji Yue gave instructions on one side to see what was inadequate.

Now, it is only one step away from the eight sects of phantom spirits. Her dantian and true energy must store enough phantom spirit power to break through in one fell swoop.

In the middle of the night, Qingge lay on the bed after taking a shower, and read the ancestral treasure book before going to bed.

How can the pain of the ruthless divine bone be healed...

Gu Long asked, "If his ruthless bones are unbearable and you have not found a cure, what should you do?"

The old monster in the realm of nothingness pricked up his ears and listened.

Senior Gu Long may have used the power of the remnant soul to communicate with the old monster in Ji Yue's spiritual world.

In this way, the old monster could also hear Qingge's soul transmitting voice.

Qingge was silent for a long time, looking faintly at Ji Yue lying on his legs. His hand gently hugged Qingge's waist, making the edges and corners more distinct when he was sleeping.

Think about it carefully, Ji Yue was really tired during this period and had never had enough sleep. Especially in Qinglian's trial area, she took Dongling Cod out of the trial gate, which had consumed too much.

physical strength.

Maybe it was because she had a rest in the evening and wanted to specialize in medical research. It was dawn, and Qingge was in high spirits. When Ji Yue was accompanying her, she fell asleep unknowingly.

Qingge has not answered Senior Gu Long for a long time. Looking at Ji Yue's eyes, love is like the autumn water.

After pondering for a while, Qingge's lips smiled and his soul transmitted a voice: "If it can make him less painful, then point the butcher knife at me."

That night, the old monster was so shocked that it was so shocked that it was all night long, and his mind was filled with sings.

He didn't understand how passionate love in the world is, but he was shocked by the four words "unswering until death".

Qingge only slept lightly for an hour, then stood up and led the people in Dongzhou to the place where the ceremony of worshiping the sky was held.

The leader of the Medicine Sect of Qingyue Academy, Duan Yun, Feng Qingyang and others came together.

Qingge looked at Jiuci with suspicion, why did he feel that Jiuci was particularly excited?

Jiuci shook his fan, his eyebrows were flying, and he walked like a duck, just like singing a mountain song to cheer him up. When Jiuci passed by the night, he closed the fan with a click and hugged him through the night.

Jingfeng said with a smile: "Old Yetou, the soup is a little salty. Remember to add less salt next time. I like to make it lighter. But it's up to you to cook it yourself.

For the sake of this, I also drank it.”

Ye Jingfeng's face became even darker: "Don't show off, that's for Liang Xiang. The little maid just admits the wrong room."

Jiuci blinked, "That little boy Liang Xiao?"

Jiuci gritted his teeth and suddenly looked at Liang Xiao next to him, his eyes filled with murderous aura.

Liang Xiaoru was on his back, and suddenly burst into cold sweat. He looked at Jiuci in a daze, feeling a little at a loss.

Qingge's mouth twitched slightly, and she really didn't want to admit that this childish guy was his brother. Where is the majesty of the owner Yingyue?

"Your Excellency Jiuci." Liang Xiao smiled shyly.

After all, he is the uncle of Dongzhou and the owner of Yingyue, so he can't be offended easily.

Jiuci hit Liang Xiao in his hand, "I'm so ugly that I'm not allowed to laugh, and I'm not allowed to drink soup in the future, otherwise I'll beat you once when I see you."

Liang Xiao is really a disaster. I don’t know where it is lively. It’s just that the punishment is too dramatic. Don’t drink soup or laugh?

Jiuci shook his sleeves and walked forward, emitting a sinister aura all over his body. The practitioners on the paths in the villa avoided them as if they saw ghosts and gods.

Jiuci's attitude seemed to be going to kill someone.

At the place of the competition, tens of thousands of people rushed to the Jinluotai in Mingyuan Villa.

Everyone is bright and sunny, full of vitality, but in the divine wood space, the fire birds are spitting to death.

"vomit……"

Another vomiting sounded, spitting out the Yuanjing ore as big as a hill. The fire bird's eyes were red, and then they vomited very much.

It's simply incredible that such a small bird can swallow a Yuanjing mine.

The fire bird dared not not vomit, and the boss said, and if he didn't vomit, he would sell it to the West Mountain to dig coal.

Birds are born...despair...

A few days ago, I was forced to eat by Liu Yunchang. I finally got to wait until the boss came back and was forced to vomit. I also said that I was afraid of being bad for it.

I saw a lonely and red bird in this huge sacred tree space, crying and vomiting.

It turned out that the beasts and beasts such as Zhuque, Nine-tailed Blood Luan in the divine wood space all returned to the realm of nothingness.

Golden Thread Platform.

The owner of the manor Yang Hong has been waiting for a long time and greets the practitioners who participated in the ceremony of worshiping the sky with a smile.

In the independent land that tops the list in the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony, the Five Kings of the Ones will be worshipped and tributed by the other four independent lands.

This was proposed by the Lord Ziyun Palace, who presided over the ceremony of sacrifice to heaven, so all the independent places put in full force.

"Everyone, when I was talking to the Ziyun Palace Master last night, the Palace Master said that this time, I made an exception to accept twenty-five cultivators from the heavenly realm as Ziyun disciples. Five of them are each independent. " Yang Hong said with a smile.

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Ziyun Disciple...

For most people, it is supreme glory.

but……

Qingge's face was slightly dark, and when he looked at the Lord of Ziyun Palace, his eyes were slightly cold.

During the Qian Clan period, Qingge knew that the Lord of Ziyun Palace might be the Regent. Now that the Regent has fallen, why do you still have to fight against her?

Qingge couldn't figure out the reason for this for a while.

The Lord of Ziyun Palace sat upright in the chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, and looked at Qingge in the distance meaningfully.

The girl who captured the divine beast last night stood beside the Lord of Ziyun Palace.

"Mu Ruge is said to be a Xuanling Master. He has a knife called the Emperor Knife. It is the best treasure sword. This woman is also the Wuji Sword God..." Ye Xuanji said: "She is our biggest enemy."

Night songs, mu Ru Songs...

These one by one, they are addicted to fakes.

Kill the Emperor's Sword.

Tsk...

Qingge smiled happily and walked slowly forward.

The weapons of Ye Xuanji and others are not considered top-quality treasures, but they are all refined by her.

Before the younger generation in the independent land exchanged, the five monarchs would sit on the Golden Thread Platform, chanting the Bible of the Heavenly Realm to pray for all living beings, and the Buddhist monks would pass on the Bible of prayer in their own hands.

Qingge, Zhong Linwang and others walked onto the golden rays platform respectively, with golden lights and threads gathering together at the eyebrows.

They sat on five golden silk cushions, and only King Zhong Lin practiced for a while before praying for blessings.

Qingge couldn't help but wonder, is this King Zhong Lin a cultivation machine?

"The Bible prays for blessings, and the country will be prosperous. In the heavenly realm, if an independent land is given a wise ruler, it will be a blessing for the people. Master Galan, please——" After Yang Hong said that, Master Galan and other abbots of the Buddha's etiquette.

The masters came to the Golden Thread Platform.

The relics of the Buddha's rituals and sacred relics were taken by the empress, which is well known to everyone.

Therefore, most people are still watching the show, thinking that the Buddhist rituals will bring out the most difficult Bible to chant.

In this era, both Buddha and Tao are inviolable sacred sacred.

Ordinary people dare not touch the Bible and the Tao.

When reciting the Bible, you must also choose the Bible that your soul can bear within your ability.

The Lord of Ziyun Palace gently put down the tea cup, and had not drunk a drop of tea in the cup. He looked at Mu Ruge with his side: "Wait and show it well."

"A group of ants are still my soul." Mu Ruge sneered and said cruelly.

The Lord of Ziyun Palace frowned slightly, "Don't kill too hard, don't gain a reputation for being cruel."

"If the world slanders me, I will kill someone!" Mu Ruge said.

The Lord of Ziyun Palace did not say anything, but looked at Master Jialan. Master Jialan held a purple gold Zen Staff in his hand and wore a hat on his head. He nodded gently in the direction of Master Ziyun Palace. He received the response from Master Jialan, Ziyun Palace

The Lord was in a happy and comfortable mood. Before the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, he had already visited the Buddha's rituals. Master Galan clearly expressed his deep hatred for the Eastern Emperor's snatching the relics, and also promised him that he would 'soul-capturing' holy

The sutra was given to the empress. The empress killed countless people and was contaminated with blood. Reciting this sutra was like killing oneself.

Master Galan sat in a golden cushion, folded his hands together and recited the Bible. At that moment, the sun was already mottled, like a heavy snow falling.

The mind of every practitioner is washed by the shattered holy light. In an instant, there is no evil and darkness in the world, and the violent aura deep in everyone's soul is washed away.

The scenes seen by each pair of eyes are completely different.

There is a warmth for a family of three, a woman who has been waiting for her for several years in front of the river, and a husband who has been fighting on the battlefield, as well as a sweet candy in her little baby's mind.

In Ji Yue's eyes, all ten spiritual needles have been destroyed, and Qingge's eyes can see that the ruthless spiritual bones no longer hurt.
To be continued...