Qingge's eyes were distracted and her soul was fragile.
Seeing Ji Yue's face return to its original state, she just wanted to find another place on her body where she could bleed and exchange blood for the continuation of her life.
Biting her dry lips, Qingge struggled to pick up the Mingwang Sword and made a slash on the collarbone, causing blood to gush out immediately.
The Prince Ming's Sword fell from her hand and made a sharp sound in the silent cave.
Qing Ge leaned down, his collarbone covered with blood covered Ji Yue's lips, Qing Ge's shoulders, Ji Yue's eyes suddenly opened, a pair of sinister eyes, evil and coquettish, he suddenly threw Qing Ge to the ground
, like an out-of-control vampire in ancient Europe, desperately sucking the last trace of blood.
Qing Ge's back was pressed against the cold ground, and there was smoke all around her body. Her eyes wandered, her red robe was torn off, and her shoulders were exposed. The blood was like an unknown wild flower under the Naihe Bridge. It spread quietly and bloomed crazily. Normally,
The man who protects her like a treasure seems to be possessed by a demon, his eyes exude a horrifying evil spirit, turning around with sadness and deep love.
His lips were stained red by the blood in her body.
Her aura was floating, and she was weak in singing, as if she had fallen into hell. She narrowed her eyes and looked weakly at the frantic Ji Yue.
It's great to be alive.
As long as you are alive, no matter what price you pay, it's okay.
When she saw Ji Yue's body pierced by thousands of arrows, Qingge felt so panicked for the first time. Even on that grand wedding day, Mei Qingchen insisted on leaving and left her alone to face the jokes of the envoys from hundreds of countries and the people of the world. She
I have never been panicked.
But when Ji Yue lay in her arms, with no life left in her body, Qing Ge's inner anger could burn the world to the ground.
She doesn't allow him to die. What will she do if he dies?
what to do?
Do you want her to live alone?
At this point, Qingge finally saw her heart clearly. Even though it was riddled with holes, there was still warmth. She could still give everything she had to a person like a moth to a flame.
She once married someone regardless of the bad omens and life or death on the way, but she was abandoned.
But she knew that in this world, there would always be someone who regarded her as his fate.
That person is Ji Yue.
When she was dying, he blocked the attack of the Flame Demon Blood Wolf. He once said to another man, just be nice to her and let me take care of the rest.
He said, I will only give you one chance to indulge, and I will never let you escape next time.
He used the power he had stored up for sixteen years, just for a spring snow and a battle between four dynasties, and he controlled the thunder for her. He was always like this, only thinking about her, and he would do whatever she said, even if he was asked
Even if he died, he would believe that death would be good for him.
Look back and see the man who is always standing behind you and fighting for you to the death. She is your only king.
Under the ruins cave, it was dark and deep. Qingge seemed to have returned to her previous life, when she was on a mission when Fengshan collapsed. At that time, she watched the boulders rolling down the landslide and knew that she had only one way to die. However, she was open-minded and not afraid of life and death.
No matter how she lives, it's all the same to her.
But at the moment when she was actually about to die, Qingge was scared.
She didn't want to die, she still had many unfinished things, and she was afraid that Ye Qingtian would not be able to bear the blow if she died, such a kind, kind and fragile old man...
She also wanted to hold the little fox and rock it on the imperial concubine's couch in the warm afternoon sun. She also wanted to tell Ji Yue to take her to the Demon Realm, watch the sunrise in the Demon Realm, sit on the phoenix throne, and dress her in clothes.
Hundreds of phoenixes facing the phoenix...
Bang!
The sound of mountains and rivers breaking apart!
Qingge's pupils suddenly tightened, and the wind was raging all around. Her body was suddenly falling, and her mind was clear. The figure of the man lying behind her faded and disappeared into the ruins cave.
The magma boulder fell from the sky, and was about to hit Qingge before his eyes. The fiery red color painted Qingge's eyes. In an instant, the sky and the earth collided, and the universe shifted. After the water, moon, mirror, and flowers, he looked up again, and there was a pavilion in front of him.
Xuanxie is surrounded by silence and desolation.
It’s Yingwuhou Mansion again!
Qingge looked down and raised her hands. The skin on her wrists was delicate, smooth and intact, and the clothes on her collarbones were not in any disorder.
"Illusion?"
Qing Ge frowned, she just felt so strong, she didn't believe it was an illusion.
After a moment of silence, he sang and ecstatically said, "No matter what, it's good to be alive..."
The eerie wind blew quietly. Qing Ge found that the soles of his feet were bulging. He removed his soft boots and looked down. He saw an ancient book and a piece of dark gravel. The texture of the gravel surface was ancient and complex, derived from
A faint whiff of spooky atmosphere.
Qingge squatted down and picked up the gravel and book. On the page of the book, golden light flashed, and three big characters flashed out.
Great spiritual master!
Qing Ge's eyelids kept twitching, she was so surprised that she sat on the spot, the hem of her robe burning like fire, she opened the book in her hand, her ancestor's handwriting was strong and powerful, every word she told was the author of this book.
All the emotions and feelings in a person’s life.
It is more difficult to understand the state of mind clearly than to practice, otherwise there would not be so many strong people who give up their cultivation due to mental knots.
What shocked Qingge was that this was a book about the great spiritual master's mental state of mind. In other words, everything from the thirteen levels of innateness, the spiritual master's seven swords, to the great spiritual master's mental state of mind was recorded.
"Great Spiritual Master?" Qingge closed the book, her eyes froze, and her breathing quickened slightly.
Qin Kui, a two-sword spiritual master can destroy an empire.
The dean of Jialan Academy, An Suyou, and the Spirit Master of the Four Swords are similar in strength to the city lord of Luohua City. The two of them can be said to be the strongest sages in the Four-Star Continent.
But after the Four Swords Spirit Master, there are Five Swords, Six Swords, and Seven Swords, which have never appeared on the Four-Star Continent!
Not to mention a great spiritual master!
An unreachable existence——
Qingge focused on the gravel, which was called the Immortal Stone.
A strong person who has reached the level of a great spiritual master can condense his spiritual energy into a stone and write his life deeds in the eternal stone to avoid being forgotten after death. Some lucky people can even receive the inheritance of a great spiritual master.
Qingge took a deep breath, closed the book, and held the stone of immortality tightly in her jade hands.
The spiritual energy spurted out from the elixir fire, flowed to Qing Ge's hands, and then merged into the Immortal Stone.
In an instant, the stone body of the Immortal Stone shines brightly, and the green-gray light stings people's eyes.
After a while, a blade of pitch-black light suddenly flew out, flew into the center of Qingge's eyebrows, and was completely annihilated.
At the same time, Qingge's eyes were filled with green smoke and gray lightning, and a man's magnetic and powerful voice sounded in his ethereal thoughts.
"I, the Marquis Yingwu of Beiyue, have been evergreen for hundreds of years, and my life's ambition is eternal life. I have a stone of eternal life to record what I have heard, seen, and known. I hope to pass it on to future generations and benefit all living beings."
I only heard his voice but didn't see his person.
Despite this, Qingge seemed to be able to imagine what kind of a mighty and domineering man he was, possessing the wrath of a general.
The first person to be granted the title of Marquis in Beiyue, the wind and clouds are all powerful, the sky is arrogant, and I am the only one who respects me!