"Seventh Princess, the Red Dragon Fruit is yours. You will punish these two people who steal the Red Dragon Fruit!" said the Dragon King.
Qingge smiled slightly. The King of Dragon Subduing is really a smart person. He knew that as the King of Dragon Subduing, he could not punish Lingxu craftsman Mu Ruge at will, but he couldn't swallow his breath, so he asked the Seventh Princess to punish him.
The Seventh Princess is so noble that even with the protection of the Ziyun Palace Master, Lingxu Craftsmen and others could not escape this disaster.
Qingge drank another pot of fine wine and ate a few fruits.
Tonight, she is the one who watches the show.
As for those disciples who were brought to the Gods' Heavenly Realm by Lingxu Craftsmen, they also felt Mu Qingxue's despair at this moment.
After stealing the Red Dragon Fruit, Lingxu Craftsman did not bring them with him when he was about to escape. This means that they would let them die without ignoring their lives.
If Lingxu Craftsman escaped from the Dragon Surrender Palace, the first one to die would be those disciples.
The disciples are not stupid, and they also know that they have been abandoned by their master. Just like the master left Senior Sister Qingxue, he did not hesitate, how cruel it was.
The Seventh Princess said 'um' and waved her hand and said, "Drag these two people out and beat them to death with sticks! If something happens, I will be responsible for it."
Fairy Shengyu wanted to speak but stopped, but finally spoke: "Seventh Princess, Qinglian has rules, and the thousand clans cannot kill cultivators in the nine realms and below."
The Seventh Princess glanced at the Fairy Holy Feather lazily: "I said that if something happens, I will be responsible for it and break these two people for me."
The Seventh Princess brought Lingxu Craftsman and Mu Ruge down. The Seventh Princess looked at Mu Ruge's face and became more annoying. Why are there such a figure as Ye Qingge everywhere!
Lingxu’s disciple was taken down, and Mu Ruge suddenly broke free from the shackles of the soldiers, rushed to Qingge, and supported her hands on the table: “Ye Qingge, is it you?”
The three words Ye Qingge are like a stone stirring up a thousand waves. Countless people were surprised and involuntarily looked at Qingge.
For the practitioners of the One Hundred and Eight Lands, the three words Ye Qingge represent legend. After the news channels are opened to all the middle and lower planes, she became the god of these two-level planes, making countless young people worship it passionately.
They also aim to be the empress, persevere in the road of cultivation, fighting to the end, and want to continue the legend of the empress.
The Seventh Princess frowned and began to doubt Qingge's identity.
Although this is ridiculous, there are all kinds of wonders in the world, and she has seen that woman's method. If it were Ye Qingge, it would be possible to dress up as a man.
The Seventh Princess stared at Qingge, not letting go of the expression on Qingge's face. Yan Liufang next to her was thinking, and when her eyes lit up, she suddenly realized.
Yan Liufang smiled softly and suddenly felt relaxed.
On the other side, Loulan's whole body was shocked, as if electric current spread across her limbs and bones in an instant. She turned her head and looked at Qingge in complexity.
Young Master Ye...will it be the empress? When this idea appeared in her mind, she was vaguely expecting it.
It was the young master who gave her the dead leaf butterfly refined by the empress.
She once wondered why this young master had such a close relationship with the empress, but she never thought that the young master was the empress!
Loulan's heart beat rapidly, her eyes filled with expectation, and a light suddenly lit up in the depths of her apricot blossom eyes.
"Ye Qingge, stop pretending, I know it's you! It must be you!" Mu Ruge whispered.
Lingxu craftsman also looked at Qingge.
Qingge yawned, looked indifferently at Mu Ruge who was in a mess in front of him, and gently lifted Mu Ruge's jaw with the closed fan in his hand: "Get out."
Mu Ruge's eyes magnified slightly: "Don't you want to reveal your true colors?"
Qingge's body was covered with black smoke, and the fan in his hand suddenly became a pitch-black incremental bow. When Qingge pulled the bow string formed by the interweaving light, the ink-colored light arrow gathered at his fingertips hit Mu Ruge's eyebrows. "I don't like people who are too noisy, and you have disturbed me..." Qingge smiled and pulled the bow string open, slowly letting go of his right hand. The dark arrows as bright as the night came out from Mu Ruge's eyebrows, bursting from the back of his head, destroying Fenghua
A wall of the main hall.
Seeing that the hall was about to collapse, Fairy Holy Feather raised her hands, and crystal light lit up on both wrists, protecting the Fenghua Hall that was about to collapse with a sacred and gentle mysterious formation.
And this time, everyone was shocked by Qingge's momentum again. What kind of bow is it... and what kind of dark aura it is! Everyone here has a strong sense of oppression, and then it is terrifying!
When Qingge smiled, he was like a demon Shura. In an instant, the evil aura spread throughout the Dragon King Palace, and every palace was filled with darkness!
Mu Ruge stood still, keeping her hands on the table. Her consciousness seemed to have not reacted. She had been penetrated by an arrow.
A normal mortal practitioner who suffers such an arrow will definitely die, but she does not shed a drop of blood.
Such a scene is too weird.
Mu Ruge finally bleeded, and black blood flowed out of the hole between the back of her head and eyebrows. Looking closely, there was still sticky soil in the blood...
Mu Ruge looked at her: "You are Ye Qingge."
"What a tenacious vitality." Qingge smiled and said, "It's a pity, but that's it."
Mu Ruge's eyes began to turn black: "You are Ye Qingge!" She kept repeating this sentence, but no one believed it.
As we all know, the Empress is a genius of dual cultivation. She has achieved some achievements in the spiritual realm and spiritual level. She is also a contemporary leader and is actually a genius.
But this Young Master Ye has a rich dark aura, and that situation is definitely above the Nine Realms! In other words, even if the Empress is a fellow practitioner of the third-class, is her dark class as high as Young Master Ye?
"You are Ye Qingge."
Mu Ruge said this again, but she fell to the ground, with black blood and soil all over the ground.
Liu Yan'er retching: "How come there is human blood? It's this strange color, and there are so many scum..."
Qingge put down his hand, and the Broken Bow turned into a fan again. Qingge shook it for several times and smiled and said, "It's really disgusting."
It's not blood, it's just water soaked in the soil.
There is no blood in Mu Ruge's body, only water and soil.
"Ru Ge!" Lingxu craftsman ran towards Mu Ru Ge, and was captured by the armor-breaking soldiers and demon-killing masters.
There is more and more black blood soil under Mu Ruge...
The smell of stench permeates Fenghua Palace.
He Lanchun covered her lips and vomited bitter water from her stomach on one side.
Only the song is gentle and the clouds are quiet, and the peace is peaceful, and there is still leisure to drink. He said disgustedly: "Is this the best wine for Jianglong? It's really hard to drink."
Chapter completed!