Luo Sangong kept looking at Mo Xie, which made Mo Xie feel cold in his heart.
Lin Ziteng looked at Luo Sangong suspiciously, then at his master, touched his chin and fell into deep thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he whispered in Lin Mok's ear: "Isn't this old man attracted to our king?
"
The corner of Lin Momo's mouth twitched and he coughed a few times in embarrassment.
Mo Xie frowned slightly and glanced at Lin Ziteng with eyes as sharp as knives.
Does this girl think he can't hear her?
Moreover, why did he feel that Lin Ziteng was a little excited, as if she was looking forward to something?
Lin Mo Mo looked at his sister helplessly.
Uncle Luo stepped up and started doing business, leading a group of people to the plane tunnel.
The Fusheng Gate and the Star Hollow connect the sky and the earth in all directions. From ancient times to the present, this tunnel has been a regular way to travel through various planes.
With Uncle Luo's status in the Nine Realms, even if he broke the rules and brought Qing Ge and his group back to the Four Stars, the people in the Nine Realms would turn a blind eye and not say anything.
This can also be attributed to the earth-shattering battle in Dingbeijiao. If it was just a dispute in a higher plane, how could it alarm the forces in the Nine Realms and above? After all, it was because of the incident of the three sects in Dingbeijiao that came to the Nine Realms, and Qinglian was even about to pay.
Evil things, and the core is the Empress of Dongzhou.
Including high-level officials from the Nine Realms, as well as various forces from the Thousand Clans, they are all secretly investigating the Empress.
In the past, even if Ye Qingge stirred up the chaos among various ethnic groups, it was difficult to attract the attention of those people.
For those who are superior, pride and class concepts have long been ingrained in their bones. However, for thousands of years, because of the backwardness of martial arts civilization and the late enlightenment of practitioners in lower planes, even if they spend their whole lives cultivating hard, their future will be bright.
What you see ends up somewhere.
However, in a realm where martial arts civilization is advanced, the starting point of a cultivator is already much higher. Being born into a powerful family, he is even more blessed by nature. In a family with a rich foundation, he can just take a high-quality advancement elixir, and his cultivation journey has just begun.
The beginning is just the end point for others, and it takes a hundred years to reach it.
Now, the Nine Realms, the Thousand Clan and some racial forces that are on the same level as the higher planes but have not joined the Thousand Clan are all secretly searching for all the things that have happened to the Empress in the past twenty years. When the Qinglian King and the Ghost King learned about this, they also quietly
To protect Qingge, there are some things that must be sealed. Once leaked, it will cause turmoil in the world. Qingge is even more dangerous, and the enemies he faces are terrifying and powerful.
At the same time, a ray of purple light fell from the sky, falling like a meteor in the wind, at an extremely fast speed, and landed directly in the main hall of the God's Domain.
Divine realm.
The masters of the fifty-two military sects and the masters of the various continents in the Divine Realm all gathered here to discuss who the Divine Realm would honor.
No one knew that the Lord of God would die and settle in the northern suburbs, and the country could not live without a king for a day, so this matter must be finalized immediately.
From the fifty-two sect masters, to the masters of the Yan family in Nanzhou, Wang Yunhe of Beizhou, the masters of Tianshan, and even the emperor of Jiuzhou, Di Wuxie, there are faintly coveting a god master.
The colorful phoenix, the ambassador of the divine realm, transformed into a human form, summoned the sect master and others, and appointed the second divine master. The divine realm hall was magnificent and magnificent. The colorful messenger, with blond hair, stood on the steps and said in a calm tone: "The divine master died in the northern suburbs. Who is this?
You all know what you don’t want to see, but in today’s world, independence trends are rising. The Divine Realm, which has lost Dongzhou and the Divine Lord, seems to be invincible, but in fact it is vulnerable to a single blow.
An army cannot be without a commander for a day, and a country cannot be without a king for a day. I have asked you to come here today to determine the next divine master..." Before the colorful divine phoenix could finish speaking, a ray of purple light was seen, breaking through the zenith and appearing in the sky.
In front of everyone, purple light floated in the air, exuding a vast aura.
"This... is the Ziyun Order!"
Chu Changge looked at the purple light in surprise.
When everyone saw the purple light and heard Chu Changge's words, their expressions changed.
Ziyun Order, one of the highest orders in the Nine Realms, comes from the Ziyun Palace of the Nine Realms.
The last time the Purple Cloud Order appeared, it was nine hundred years ago during the Battle of Higher Planes, and as a result, a war that was about to destroy all lives was prevented in time.
The appearance of the Ziyun Order in the Divine Realm was something that no one expected. At the same time, they were also curious as to why the Ziyun Order came.
Countless eyes focused on the sacred purple light. Within the vast smoke-colored light, a figure could be vaguely seen. The man's robe was blowing in the wind, and he had one hand behind his back. He had a deep temperament like the ocean, gentle and elegant, and fairy.
The spirit of wind.
However, when he raised his hand, everyone in the God's Realm Hall felt suffocated. When facing the super powerful, even though they were separated by space and light, they still involuntarily derived surrender and worship.
The shadow in the light, with a tall and spiritual figure, gently raised his slender jade-like hand, the light became more intense, and a wolf-hair pen stood out in his hand.
The shadow person took the pen and wrote several lines of words. His words had the power of swallowing mountains and rivers. When he wrote, there were sounds of dragons roaring and phoenixes mingling, and the holy light splashed out like running water.
"I feel deeply sorry for the death of the God Lord of the Heavenly Realm. I discussed it with all the princes at night. Li Yuanhou, the Earl of the Godly Realm, has the appearance of a king and the talents of an emperor. He is specially named the Yuanjun of the Godly Realm and is in charge of the affairs of the four continents of the Godly Realm."
"..." After the deathly silence, the main hall of God's Domain was in an uproar.
After the death of the Divine Lord, everyone in the Divine Realm had their own hidden agendas and fought openly and secretly. Their ambitions had shown their tail, and there was a tendency for chaos to arise. In order to stabilize the Divine Realm, Qicai decided to hold a meeting.
The appearance of Ziyun Ling was unexpected. After all, there are so many talented people in the Divine Realm. How can the young Li Yuanhou convince the crowd?
However, no matter how dissatisfied they were, no one dared to jump out and say no when facing Ziyun Order.
After a moment, everyone in the Divine Realm Hall was seen swarming out and heading to the east.
East of the Divine Palace.
Li Yuanhou was hit by dozens of lashes in the northern suburbs of Ding. The wounds were shocking, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the lashes were so deep that his bones were visible. He was unable to get out of bed for ten days and a half.
On the bed, Li Yuanhou was drowsy, and there was a noise in his ears.
Suddenly he woke up, opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him gradually became clearer. When he saw the room full of powerful people, powerful people, and even the ambassador Qicai, Li Yuanhou's heart sank suddenly, and he had a bad premonition.
Li Yuanhou recalled that his sister Ye Ge had been punished by nearly a hundred lashes, so he thought that Ye Ge was whipped to death.
At this moment, Li Yuanhou's eyes were bloodshot, bloodshot, and terrifyingly red.
My sister is such a kind, beautiful, hard-working and brave person. Why does she have to suffer so much in her life?
Li Yuanhou gritted his teeth, his lowered hands clenched into fists tightly, anger and hatred filled his chest, and he complained that God was unfair.
He is still the same as before, unable to protect his sister.
Although he was born in Chaimen and has been poor for more than ten years, under the protection of his sister, his journey has been smooth.
Even if he suffered injustice and was bullied, his thin sister would still stand up for him.
My sister gave him all the clothes in winter and the coarse grains when he was about to starve to death without reservation.
Even if everyone in the world has betrayed Ye Ge today, he will still stand by his sister's side as before, using his flesh and blood to resist those rumors, rumors and hurtful swords.
Even if he sold his soul for it, he would not regret it.
elder sister.
Li Yuanhou gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes slightly. The seeds of hatred took root and sprouted, and those clear and pure eyes gradually became cloudy.
The ambassador's colorful face was expressionless, as cold as frost, and he read loudly from the side the decree of the Purple Cloud Order: "The Purple Cloud Order of the Nine Realms conferred the title of Earl Li Yuanhou as the Yuanjun of the Divine Realm. Everyone in the Divine Realm must be united and loyal to Lord Yuanjun."
"Greetings to Lord Yuan, the Lord of the Divine Realm. Long live Lord Yuan."
All the dignitaries in the palace knelt down and spoke in unison.
Li Yuanhou's expression suddenly became clear. Hearing these voices, his heart gradually became clear.
He threw off the quilt, stumbled out of bed with his bare feet, and fell in front of Qicai.
Qicai helped Li Yuanhou in time and said: "Master Yuanjun's body has not recovered yet, so he should stay in bed to recuperate."
"Sister, where is my sister?
How is she?
Please, please, please take me to meet my sister, okay?"
Li Yuanhou didn't know who Yuanjun was, and he didn't care about wealth and glory. He just wanted to know whether his sister was well.
Thinking of his sister's injured and painful appearance, Li Yuanhou's face was filled with tears. He held the colorful clothes with both hands and raised his head with tears in his hands, as if grasping the last life-saving straw in his life.
As long as his sister is alive, he still has hope and motivation to fight in life. If his sister is gone, he will only be filled with hatred in his heart.
His sister is so good, why does everyone force her to death?
My sister just wants a higher status, gives him better conditions, and has the ability to protect him, so who is in the way?
The facial features on Li Yuanhou's face were twisted together, ferocious and painful, tears flowed out continuously, and his throat was hoarse and choked with sobs.
Colorful warm voice comforted Li Yuanhou: "Master Yuanjun, your sister was taken to Qinglian. Although she fainted at the end of the whipping, she should not be in danger of life. Qinglian's doctor comes from the Ren Clan Medicine Temple, and there is Qinglian."
With Dr. Lian's treatment, she should be fine."
In Li Yuanhou's gloomy mind, the light of hope emerged again, and then he thought about Yuan Jun.
"Master Yuanjun, as the Lord of the Divine Realm now, you should work hard for the affairs of the country and the country."
Qicai's tone was gentle and authentic.
"Ziyun Ling...Yuan Jun..." Li Yuanhou's heart trembled suddenly. After a blank moment in his mind, he gradually came up with an idea.
He already has an opportunity and must work hard for his sister.
One day, he will be able to protect his sister.
Don't let anyone hurt my sister.
Li Yuanhou seemed to have remembered something and was slightly startled.
What if his sister did something wrong? What should he do?
After pondering for a long time, Li Yuanhou collapsed to the ground and closed his eyes in pain.
No.
Sister can't be wrong.
How can the right and wrong in the world compare to the kindness that his sister has shown him in protecting and raising him for many years?
When he opened his eyes again, Li Yuanhou's eyes were as sharp as a sword, with a look of determination.
He...only has his sister and no other...choice.
Qicai lowered her eyes and looked at Li Yuanhou, slightly stunned.
The momentum exuded by Li Yuanhou at this moment was completely different from before.
The young man who was determined to do justice seemed to have grown up overnight.
Qicai thought of that woman, the only empress of Dongzhou.
I can't help but think about it, what is the significance of Jiujie Ziyun Palace conferring Li Yuanhou as Yuanjun?