Chu Changge looked up at the sky, and the fire was reflected in his amber-like eyes, and he couldn't help but wail: "I'm going to die, I'm so romantic for a lifetime, but I didn't expect to be roasted to death."

"My beauty Ye, you have created so many miracles, there should be a way, right?" Chu Changge held the beautiful and beautiful grease umbrella in one hand, and looked at Qingge with tears in his eyes.

"Yeah, there's."

"What's the solution?"

Chu Changge's eyes lit up.

He knew that Night Beauty definitely had a way.

"Wear a smile and wear a sword."

"What's the use of this?" Chu Changge grabbed his hair and asked suspiciously.

"You will die with more dignity." Qingge said seriously.

Chu Changge: "..."

Gu Long: "..."

This girl still has the leisure and strength to joke about, which means she is not completely desperate.

Chu Changge howled: "I am still a yellow boudoir man, how could I die like this?"

Chu Changge's eyes suddenly changed, and he laughed and said, "My beauty Ye, you are a wise king named as the petitioner of the people. Before Chu died, he had a long-cherished wish, which was to taste the fish and water..."

"You are not worthy."

Qingge said three words coldly, moved her slender legs and walked down the stairs where the stars and fire broke.

For some reason, she was not sad or happy in her heart, but instead she thought of a city, Twilight City.

Why?

Why is she the Lord of Twilight?

Why did the immortal world discover her, the divine punishment man, not lock her up in Twilight?

Could it be that those divine punishments are waiting for her?

Perhaps, she was destined to live in darkness and could not encounter the scorching light.

boom!

"What are you doing? What are you doing??" The scream of General Liu Yunchang of the State Town was heard, pulling Qingge's thoughts back.

Qingge slowly raised his eyes and looked forward.

Her cold eyes reflected the vast scenery.

Countless practitioners and ordinary people rushed to the Divine Realm Palace,

More and more people are crowded.

Liu Yunchang and others couldn't stop him at all. Liu Yan'er waved her left hand, blocked the road with ice, then pulled out the waning moon knife and pointed at Qingtian: "In front of the Emperor's City, how can the empress allow you to be arrogant now?"

Long Shitian's sword slashed out a long navy dragon, opened its bloody mouth, green face and fangs, and made a shocking ear

The deafening roar is earth-shaking and imposing!

"Rareless!" Long Shitiandao.

A practitioner asked outside the ice: "Emperor Ye, the Eight Desolate Runes record the solution to the abyss heavenly tribulation. Just use Ye Jiu to worship the heavens. Why did you let him go?"

"We trust you! You can do such a thing! You ignore the trust of the people in the world! That Ye Jiuci is cruel and ruthless, like a devil, with evil bones, and should have died. He should have fought against the abyss and heavenly disaster with his life.

His honor!”

"Empress, please give us an explanation."

“…”

Liu Yan'er was slightly stunned.

Few people knew about Ye Jiu’s resignation for sacrifice to heaven.

Liu Yan'er clenched the Cangyue Knife and glared at everyone: "You are really greedy and ungrateful wolf. The Queen Ye has done all her kindness and righteousness. You must peel off her skin, dig off her internal organs, and drain the blood from her body.

, can you give up?"

"Master Liu, it's not that we are just messing around. I heard that it was because Ye Jiuci inserted the Soul-Devouring Nail that triggered the Abyss Heavenly Tribulation. This is his responsibility, why should he escape alone?"

"Tsk..." Liu Yan'er sneer: "If there were no empress, those 30,000 fallen demons had already swallowed you alive. You would have the nerve to come to the palace to question it with confidence! Are you still human? What a bunch of wolves and damn things!"

Long Shitian said: "You are not worthy of the protection of the empress."

bite--

A crisp piano sounded.

bite--

Another melodious sound of a flute.

In the distance, Ye Qingcheng sat cross-legged, wearing a plain white dress as snow as snow, and three thousand thick black black hairs as dark as ink.

Fuxi placed the zither on his knees, and his long fingers were fiddling with the gentle "Qingxin Song".

On the side, Xu Wenfeng was wearing a blue shirt and his fingers were crystal clear, and he placed his lips obliquely.

The sound of the piano and the sound of the flute intersects, making the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the

But, it doesn't work.

After a while, the angry people questioned again aggressively.

Chu Changge wrapped his hands around his chest and looked down on the eloquent people: "Why didn't you burn them to death with a fire? The idiots who have revenge for their kindness are at ease to accept the goodness of others, and they are still trying to make ends meet!"

More and more sounds were heard, making people feel troublesome, like going to the market.

It was not until a figure slowly walked into everyone's sight that the voices became smaller and smaller and slowly disappeared.

Countless eyes were focused on one person.

Unlike usual, she was wearing a black ink gown, like the ink splashed by the painter casually, smudged into the beautiful world.

On the side of her face, three blood marks looked even more charming and beautiful.

The wind blew up the black shirt and silver hair, and the cold and beautiful eyes looked down at her people indifferently.

Getting closer.

The people are awe and timid.

Qingge held his head up and raised his chest slightly, lifted his jaw and stopped.

Her voice was ethereal and cold: "You are right. The eight desolate runes do record the secret of solving the abyss and heavenly tribulation."

Jiuci in the distance held Mo You and looked at his pampered sister in a complicated manner.

As soon as these words came out, even Liu Yan'er and others looked at Qingge.

Even if this matter is true, as long as Ye Qingge beats him to death and refuses to admit it, he can still win the trust of the people in the world.

And in the sky, where the flames were dense, Uncle Mo's eyes were completely different, as black as strangely red as blood.

The red pupil has no focal length, it is completely red, without any other colors.

And in the abyss of Hongtong, there is a prisoner, and there is a haggard white-haired beauty in the prison.

On the other side of Uncle Mo's black eyes, he stared at Qingge in front of the Divine Realm Palace and asked in a low voice: "Jiu Ci is back, what else would you do?"

"Sister, look, today, how much I look like today," said Uncle Mo.

A female voice rang out: "Mo'er, the sea of ​​bitterness is endless, why don't you understand..."

"What do I don't know?" Uncle Mo suddenly became crazy: "I put a soul-devouring nail in you, but you want me to die! I can't compare to the world in your heart? In your heart, only the royal power and wealth are the only ones.

The most important thing is, what is my younger brother? I am nothing!"

"Sister, have you ever loved me? You didn't! You once said that you would always protect me, it's all fake!"

Uncle Mo shouted hysterically.

The female voice rang again: "Take the world as our responsibility, it is the belief of our clan. How can you violate our clan's belief? It's been 30,000 years, are you still obsessed with it? Do you still want our pain to continue to others?!

Let that child named Ye Qingge go."

"No……"

"Mo'er, Ye Jiuci will agree to sacrifice himself. He is willing to sacrifice to heaven. He is different from you."
Chapter completed!