"Wow!"

In the center of Blood Lake, a dazzling beam of light rushed out from the sword island, breaking through the sea water and hitting the starry sky above.

The light column is like a gathering of countless bright light swords. Although it is not very powerful, it is extremely strange and can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.

The sword island, including the swords inserted on the island, turned into smoke and disappeared.

Such a change made Chi Yao and Wu Ma Jiuxing, who were in the confrontation, suddenly stopped, suddenly separated, and suspended at a position dozens of feet high from the surface of the Blood Lake.

Both of them stared at the center of the Blood Lake, lost their minds for a long time, feeling unbelievable.

Wu Ma Jiuxing is not a weak person, it is enough to represent the sword art of this Yuanhui, and can even be called a representative figure of the Yuanhui level.

However, his time to become a god was too short, and his realm had not been completely consolidated, so he was naturally far from being a match for Chi Yao. Chi Yao could not use his magical powers to expose his identity, and also wanted to protect the Blood Spirit Immortal who was breaking through the realm, but he could not do anything to him.

It was just that he slashed a sword that was half a foot long.

Wu Ma Jiuxing's sword wound on his chest healed on his own and said, "It turns out that everything is an illusion. The so-called divine sword and the supreme holy weapon fighting sword are all an ancient projection."

The illusion that was able to hide from the eyes of the gods was too clever, and it also made people think a little bit "will this place be a trap?" Suddenly, Wu Ma Jiuxing developed greater fear of this altar and blood lake.

Although the gods are strong, they are not without taboos.

On the blood lake, the pillar of light that soared into the sky has not dissipated for a long time, containing the extremely pure sword-like idea.

The ancient sword of Shenyuan in Chi Yao's hand seemed to sense something, trembling slightly.

Wu Ma Jiuxing's eyes fell on Chi Yao, and his red hair burned on his head like a flame, saying, "Even if you hide your identity, it's useless. I have guessed who you are. Since you dare to be enemies with the factions of the Knife God Realm and the Heaven Realm, from now on, there will be many disasters in the Kunlun Realm. I hope you will die behind the Kunlun Realm."

Leaving this sentence, Wu Ma Jiuxing jumped down from the huge stone altar, stepped on Yinglong, and broke through the air.

He must leave because the Blood Spirit Immortal is about to break through the realm and become a god.

With Chi Yao, he would not have any chance to win. If he added a blood spirit immortal, he would definitely be defeated. If he wanted to escape, he would have to pay a huge price.

Moreover, the gods of the Heavenly Realm faction have not been able to arrive here for a long time. Without guessing, we know that an unknown incident must have occurred.

If he doesn't leave, he will be blocked by the gods in the Jiannan Realm and he will be at risk of his death.

Chi Yao did not chase Wu Ma Jiuxing, and his eyes looked at the Blood Spirit Immortal, who had condensed his divine body and had almost successfully broken through the realm, and then flew towards the huge stone building.

She knew that Zhang Ruochen and the witch from the hell world had been together for a while, and thought they would not be in danger of their lives.

However, how can a witch do things with common sense?

What if... what if Zhang Ruochen had an accident, wouldn't she suffer all her eight hundred years of hardship in vain?

She even doesn’t know what the meaning of practicing in the divine realm in the future?

Just now, the light column in the blood lake rushed up, and the ancient sword of Chenyuan felt the breath belonging to Zhang Ruochen.

This message made Chi Yao's tense heart slightly relieved.

"Brother Chen, don't have any accidents. Hold on, wait for me, and be sure to wait for me."

Chi Yao came to the bottom of the huge stone building, pressed her palm out, releasing divine-level mental power, and countless light spots flew out in her palm, analyzing the divine patterns and pictures on the stone wall at an unparalleled speed.

In terms of talent, Chi Yao is definitely not inferior to Bai Qing'er.

In terms of mental power, Chi Yao is still above Bai Qing'er.

"Bang!"

In a moment, a circular window opened a gap.

Chi Yao was extremely anxious and didn't want to waste time to continue analyzing, so she stabbed her with a sword.

The sword was filled with light and surging divine power surged out, forcibly separated the window and jumped in.

Following the perception of the Chenyuan Ancient Sword, Chi Yao soon came to the vast space with huge rock islands floating. Although the Blood Moon shattered, the light burst out from the six magic swords was brighter than before, like six suns floating in the sky.

The whole space is like daylight.

Chi Yao finally found Zhang Ruochen, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned and her head was so bad that she turned black, and she felt very regretful.

Why?

Why break in?

I saw two perfect bodies with white stripes lying with the naked Zhang Ruochen, embracing each other. The picture was simply too beautiful, causing a strong impact on Chi Yao's thoughts, like two sharp swords piercing her heart.

She stomped her feet hard, and she didn't want to look anymore, worried that she would not be able to control the sword in her hand, so she regained her original appearance, turned around and left here as quickly as possible.

Fly out of the huge stone altar, alone, and enter the vast ruins of the Origin Temple.

Not long after, Chi Yao stopped.

Her tall and charming figure was not straight at all, without the arrogance and coldness of the Queen of Kunlun Realm. Instead, she looked like a slightly injured girl, or a resentful woman abandoned by her husband.

Chi Yao dissipated her long black hair as a waterfall, bit her lip lightly, and slashed the gravel on the ground while walking aimlessly.

"Chi Yao, Chi Yao, how ridiculous you are. Eight hundred years have passed, and eight hundred years have passed. You are no longer Princess Chi Yao from 800 years ago, and he is no longer Zhang Ruochen from the past. You have long been unable to go back!"

"Zhang Ruochen in the past may have loved you only. But, over the years, have you forced him to the side of one other woman after another? When his heart was the most fragile, saddest, most uncomfortable, most helpless, and most lonely, they were all by his side."

Chi Yao immediately denied herself again, shook her head, and said, "He is a man, he should be strong enough, how many years has he endured? I am a woman, so I should be more vulnerable, sad, uncomfortable, helpless, and lonely. At this time, I was silently endured by myself, for eight hundred years."

"I can do it, why can't he do it?"

"Are the vows and union in the past all fake? If his feelings were so fragile and so easy to be defeated, he should have killed me with one sword back then."

"Wow!"

She swung her sword, slashed an ancient wall into dust and collapsed with a bang.

"As a man, shouldn't you be stronger? Chen Yuan, why did your master become like this?"

Chi Yao had cold star-like eyes staring at the ancient sword of Shenyuan in her hand.

"Maybe...maybe it was tempted by the witch, or it was forced to do so..." Chen Yuan Gu Jian really didn't know how to answer this question, so he could only say this.

"Wrong! If he can restrain himself, no temptation can do anything to him. I think he just thinks that he has achieved success in his cultivation. In a short period of time, he has entered the realm of the Great Saint. He is even boasted as a Yuanhui genius. He has already forgotten his name and has begun to indulge himself." Chi Yao said.

Chen Yuan Gu Jian was embarrassed and said, "The master is not that kind of person, he has always been very restrained."

Chi Yao was almost mad, so she could not hear these things. She snorted coldly: "There are those two women who are simply shameless, and I can't bear it anymore. Ji Fanxin is known as the fairy of flowers, with a pure and innocent heart and a jade bone. The emperor was very relieved to her, but he didn't expect that the witches of the 12-story goddess of the goddess Twelve Squares were all in the same way as the ones, and they all had bad intentions and did not know how to keep themselves clean."

"You're so angry, why have all the women in the world fallen to such a level? Zhang Ruochen is just a great saint in the Hundred Shackles Realm. Why do you have to pester and seduce him?"

"Chen Yuan, do you think there is any relationship between them?"

Chen Yuan Gu Jian always felt that every question of the queen was given a question. After thinking for a long time, he said: "Even if he has feelings, he will definitely not be as good as the queen's feelings for his master."

Chi Yao sat on a gravel, inserted the ancient sword of Chenyuan to the ground, and supported the temple with her left hand, feeling extremely tired.

After a long time, her eyes became sharp, she grew up, and she pulled up her long scattered hair, which inspired the imperial robe that turned into a belt. In an instant, her heroic posture was thriving and her aura was soaring to the sky. The flying dragons on the imperial robe opened their teeth and claws, and she returned to the style of a peerless queen.

"The more sad he is, the more lost he is, it will only make them laugh and prouder. He is only at the level of the Hundred Shackles Realm, and he cannot relax and indulge him, nor can he be seduced by a demon girl and a hypocritical fairy and fall into the abyss of desire, numb his will, and thus seek pleasure and not enterprising. Someone must stand up, spur him, and make him awake." Chi Yao said.

Chen Yuan Gu Jian reminded: "Empress, you will only get further and further away from your master."

Chi Yao seemed to have thought of something, and the starry eyes that were extremely bright became much dim, and she smiled like a self-deprecatingly: "It doesn't matter! Isn't this what I have been pursuing?"

She raised Chen Yuan and walked on the way back to the huge stone altar. Her figure became more and more tall and handsome, and she could no longer see any girlish appearance or loss.

Even the emotions were hidden.

...

When Zhang Ruochen woke up, Bai Qing'er was dressed neatly, broke into a god, and stood on the top of a mountain ridge below the huge rock hanging island, emitting pure white and flawless divine light.

She condensed her divine body, but she had not yet condensed the star soul and the divine zodiac sign.

There was a chaotic aura and the light of origin, lingering on her charming body, a golden step was inserted into the bun above her head, and the other half of her long hair was hung to her waist and tied loosely with a blue strap.

The skin feels moisturized by fairy dew, and it is filled with brilliance.

Everything on my body is beautiful.

In the deep valley under her feet, the Earth Demon Bird was suppressed by her divine power and shrank into a ball.

Zhang Ruochen looked beside him. Ji Fanxin seemed very tired, still lying on the huge rock, without waking up, with long hair dispersed. Because she, the fairy of flowers, had a large number of spiritual flowers growing on the island, colorful and extremely fragrant.

The fairy lying among the flowers has a little more elegant and gorgeousness.

Zhang Ruochen took out a white robe and gently put it on her to cover the immortal body that made him dizzy and fascinated. His heart was mixed, feeling both indescribable pleasure and a hint of panic and uneasiness.

What kind of virtue is Zhang Ruochen? He was able to win the favor of the fairy and taste the taste that should not belong to the world.

I even feel that my unwavering heart has loosened. If I were surrounded by a woman like Fan Xin, I could hold her in my arms every day, travel around the mountains and rivers, and have children together, wouldn’t it be a happy thing in life?

Why do you still have to practice hard?

Why do you still have to fight and kill?

Why not live a dull life and find the life you want?

Reorganize the order of the universe, even the Ten Tribulations of the Heavenly Lord and the Sumeru Saint Monk cannot do it. You are just a great saint in the Hundred Shackles Realm, how dare you make such a vision?

"The land of gentleness is a hero's tomb. Zhang Ruochen, you really disappointed me. It seems that your life's achievements will never surpass me."

Chi Yao's voice came from far to near.

"Wow!"
To be continued...