Qingge sat on the seat and concentrated on studying the chess records of the endgame placed in the realm of nothingness.
It is a yellowed fragment of a page, with scrawled writing, and it can be seen that it has been aged for a while.
Mr. Zhou's unique heart-protecting formation is in this chess game.
As for the remnant soul of the ancient dragon, it is even more of an ideology. The remnant souls of two super beasts, such as Suzaku and Xuanwu, can take form.
The voice of the ancient dragon rang in Qingge's mind: "If I were a blade, there would be no tough shield in the world. If I were a shield, there would be no sharp blade in the world. Young man, your heart is the purple moon flower, the heart-protecting array.
The magic can protect you, and I can suppress your blood demon evil aura, but you have to think carefully, I can only use it once, and after it is over, there will be no dragon like me in the world."
"Can you fight with me?" Qing Ge asked.
"You can only summon my true body once. After the battle is over, I can't accompany you." Gu Long said.
Qingge smiled lightly, "That's enough..."
The blood demon's evil aura could no longer be suppressed. Unknowingly, the blood demon's evil aura merged with her. Suppressing the blood demon's evil aura meant killing her!
After that, there was no longer Gu Long's voice. Qingge understood that Gu Long would appear when she needed her.
Qingge picked up the wine on the jade table, raised her head and took a sip.
The remnant soul of the ancient dragon and the heart-protecting formation can alarm thousands of tribes, but now that she has both of them, some people may not be able to sit still.
People die for wealth and birds die for food.
Sui Linggui walked up to Qingge with a wine glass and toasted: "You are really surprising."
"An unexpected joy." The song is gentle and elegant, calm and elegant.
Sui Linggui raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Zhou is from Qinglian. Mr. Zhou has done good deeds throughout his life. It is a girl's blessing to be able to obtain the Heart Protection Formation and the Ancient Dragon's Remnant Soul, but it cannot be used to make money or kill someone."
"The patriarch gives guidance, 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 is from Qinglian, and the heart-protecting formation and the remnant soul of the ancient dragon belong to Qinglian. If Sui Linggui is tempted, he will probably kill someone to seize the treasure.
At least, judging from the conversation on the surface, Qingge didn't know what Sui Linggui meant.
From the moment he entered Sihai City, Qing Ge successively grabbed treasures, including the relics of the gods, the green lotus gown, the heart-protecting formation, and the remnant soul of the ancient dragon.
Fortunately, these news cannot reach the Heavenly Realm of the Gods, otherwise the Heavenly Realm will be in chaos!
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Qinglian Qiankun Banquet, literary and Taoist discussions, thousands of tribesmen and hundreds of flowers contending, every literati and poet, amazed everyone.
Both the literary and martial arts lists are ranked based on the number of blue lotuses they have, and there is only one green lotus among the light singers.
According to the rules of Qinglian, the so-called competition means any challenge. Once the challenge is successful, the opponent's Qinglian pieces belong to you.
Therefore, many hidden masters will take action at the end, take away all the Qinglian, and stand proudly at the top of the list.
Qingge is no exception. It is extremely exciting to sit in the seats and watch the scene of cultural exchanges.
It is not without reason that thousands of clans are above the nine realms and can be called heaven and earth.
In the martial arts field late at night, the night pearl illuminates the world, and thousands of people are studying martial arts.
After the two arts of literature and martial arts are over and the martial arts Deng Tianfeng appears, there is an engagement banquet.
Ye Ge and Aventurine will stand on the martial arts beacon and accept congratulations from thousands of tribes. They will raise their wine glasses and look at thousands of tribes with smiles.
Qingge looked around and frowned.
"Who are you waiting for?" the goddess asked.
"Seven clan elders." Qing Ge lowered his eyes.
The goddess' eyes flashed, "Why?"
"The Qiankun Banquet cannot be without him." Qingge smiled lightly.
The Qian tribes were still discussing literature and art, and Qingge left the lively feast with a jug of wine.
Aventurine saw Qingge leaving and wanted to follow Qingge, but was called away by Sui Linggui.
Qing Ge left the martial arts field and walked aimlessly in the dark night.
Walking to a remote place, Qingge saw a fire.
The old naughty boy and the seven tribesmen sat in front of the fire and burned paper money seriously.
There is a grave and an unnamed monument in front of the elders of the seven clans.
It was a new grave, and the nails on the hands of the Seven Clansmen elders were still muddy, showing that it was a newly dug grave with bare hands.
The grave of Ling Yelang...
Qingge pursed her lips. Over the past ten thousand years, the elders of the Seven Clans had a particularly bad reputation. They killed countless people, bathed in blood, were cruel, and never married a wife in their lives.
While at the martial arts center, Qingge heard the goddess say something about the elders of the seven clans.
Thousands of years ago, the Seventh Clansman was one of the Qinglian generals. He made many sacrifices for the common people in the world. He had a childhood sweetheart wife. When he and his wife went out, they drew their swords to help when they saw injustice on the road. In order to save those poor people, he personally
He was hit by several arrows and passed out.
When he woke up, there was only his wife's body. Only then did he know that his wife was pregnant, and she had one body and two lives.
He thought he was killed by bandits, but he never thought that it was the people he saved who killed him...
He didn't know what his wife had gone through, and all his valuable treasures were taken away.
Those stupid people tied him up with iron ropes and wanted him to throw out all the contents of the space treasure.
Stupid.
Can the iron rope trap him?
He slaughtered all these people without sparing any one.
He arranged the bleeding heads into a tower.
What awaits him is Qinglian's punishment.
As General Qinglian, how could he kill innocent people indiscriminately?
He held his wife's body and cried heartbrokenly beside the skull and blood tower.
He regrets being a good person, he regrets saving people, he regrets...
After the punishment, he seemed to be a changed person, heinous and crazy.
There is nothing in his mansion except a grave, that of his wife.
Ling Yelang was once the pet of the wife of the elder of the seven clans. From then on, the elders of the seven clans stayed with Lingye Wolf for thousands of years.
At this moment, Qing Ge could even understand why the Seven Clansmen were so angry after Ling Yelang died.
A drop of turbid tears slid down the wrinkled cheek of the Seven Clansmen, fell on the beating flame, and was annihilated in the light of the fire.
"What are you doing here?" The elder of the Seven Clan did not turn his head to look at Qing Ge, "It is quiet at night, in a remote place, I will kill you right now, and King Qinglian can't do anything to me."
"Sorry, I didn't save Ling Yelang." Qingge walked to the side of the Seven Clansmen and sat on the ground.
Ling Yelang was already half dead when she took action.
The person behind it killed two birds with one stone, what a sinister trick.
Killing Ling Yelang will cause the elders of the seven tribes to suffer extremely, and framing her can get rid of her. In addition, it can intensify the conflict between the elders of the seven tribes and Aventurine Cod.
Ye Ge absolutely couldn't think of such a move. I was afraid that the man behind Ye Ge would be very difficult to deal with.
After Qingge spoke, the elder of the seven clans finally looked at Qingge.
The woman is young and beautiful, with delicate skin, a perfect profile, and firelight reflected in her dark eyes.
Very much like his young wife.
That year, in the dead of winter, my wife broke off the red plums and wore them in her hair. She hugged Ling Yelang and squatted in front of the fire to keep warm, smiling innocently.
The old people from the seven tribes looked at Qing Ge in a daze, with two lines of tears falling down their faces.
"Do you like red plums?" asked the elder of the Seven Clans.
"I like it." Qing Ge replied.
"Good girl." The elder of the Seven Clans smiled bitterly, "She also likes red plums."