It was a night when the moon was as cool as water and as bright as a clear brilliance.
Qingge finished the soup Ye Jingfeng made and sat cross-legged in the courtyard to practice. Ji Yue pointed out the shortcomings on one side.
Now she is only one step away from the eight phantoms. Her dantian and true energy must store enough phantom power to break through in one fell swoop.
In the middle of the night, Qingge lay on the bed after taking a bath, and read the ancient scriptures before going to bed.
How can the pain of the Wuqing Divine Bone be cured... Gu Long's remnant soul asked: "What if his Wuqing Bone becomes unbearable and you haven't found a cure?"
The old monster in the realm of nothingness pricked up his ears and listened.
Senior Gu Long may have used the power of his remnant soul on purpose to communicate with the old monster in Ji Yue's spiritual world.
In this way, the old monster can also hear the voice of Qing Ge's soul.
Qingge was silent for a long time, looking faintly at Ji Yue who was lying on his lap. His hands gently hugged Qingge's waist, and the edges and corners became more distinct when sleeping.
Thinking about it carefully, Ji Yue was really tired during these days and had never had enough sleep. Especially in Qinglian's trial place, taking Aventurine out of the trial gate had already consumed too much.
physical strength.
Maybe she had rested in the evening, and because she wanted to specialize in medicine, it was dawn, so Qingge was in high spirits. When Ji Yue was accompanying her, she fell asleep unconsciously.
Qingge didn't reply to Senior Gu Long's words for a long time, and looked at Ji Yue with love in her eyes like a river of autumn water.
After pondering for a long time, a smile bloomed on Qing Ge's lips, and the soul said through voice: "If it can make him less painful, then point the butcher knife at me."
That night, the old monster was so shocked that his mind was filled with the words of Qingge all night long.
He didn't understand how hot the love in the world was, but he was shocked by the words "until death do us part".
Qingge only slept for an hour, then got up and led everyone in Dongzhou to the place where the ceremony of worshiping the heaven was held.
The Medicine Sect Master of Qingyue College, Duan Yun, Feng Qingyang and others came together.
Qing Ge looked at Jiu Ci with bright eyes suspiciously. Why did she feel that Jiu Ci was so excited?
Jiu Ci was waving her fan, her eyebrows were dancing, and she was walking with a swagger like a drake, all she had to do was sing a folk song to cheer her up.
When Jiuci passed by Ye Jingfeng, he closed his fan with a snap, put his arm around Ye Jingfeng's shoulders, and said with a smile: "Old Ye Tou, the soup is a bit salty, remember to put less salt next time.
I like it lighter.
But because you made it yourself, I drank it too."
Ye Jingfeng's face turned even darker: "Don't be silly, that's for Prime Minister Liang. The little maid just admitted to the wrong room."
Jiu Ci blinked, "That little brat Liang Xiao?"
Jiu Ci gritted his teeth and suddenly looked at Liang Xiao, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Liang Xiao had a flash of light on his back and suddenly broke into a cold sweat. He looked at Jiu Ci blankly, feeling a little at a loss.
The corner of Qingge's mouth twitched slightly. She really didn't want to admit that this childish guy was her brother. Where is the majesty of Yingyue Building Master?
"Your Excellency Jiuci."
Liang Xiao grinned shyly.
After all, he is Dongzhou Guojiu and the owner of Yingyue Tower, so he cannot be offended easily.
Jiu Ci hit Liang Xiao with the fan in his hand, "You are so ugly when you smile. You are not allowed to laugh or drink soup from now on, otherwise I will beat you every time I see you."
Liang Xiao is really a disaster. I don’t know what caused the excitement. But the punishment is too dramatic. No soup, no laughter?
Jiuci flicked his sleeves and strode forward, exuding a sinister aura, and the cultivators on the paths in the villa all avoided him as if they were seeing ghosts and gods.
Jiu Ci looked like he was going to kill someone.
The place for competition was Jinlu Terrace at Mingyuan Villa. Tens of thousands of people rushed to Jinlu Terrace.
Everyone is bright and sunny, full of vitality, but in the sacred tree space, the firebird is vomiting to death.
"Ugh..." He vomited again, vomiting out a mass of Yuan Jing ore as big as a hill. The firebird's eyes were red, and he vomited profusely.
It is simply unbelievable that such a small bird can swallow a Yuanjing mine.
The firefinch didn't dare not to vomit, so the boss said that if it didn't vomit, it would be sold to Xishan to dig coal.
Niaosheng...desperate...I was forced to eat it by Liu Yunchang a few days ago. I managed to survive until the boss came back and was forced to vomit again. She even said that she was afraid that it would be bad for her health.
I saw a lonely red bird in this huge sacred tree space, weeping and vomiting at the same time.
The beasts such as Suzaku, Nine-tailed Xueluan and others who were originally in the sacred tree space have all returned to the realm of nothingness.
Golden thread platform.
Yang Hong, the owner of the village, has been waiting for a long time and greets the practitioners participating in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony with a smile.
The independent place that wins the first place in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony will be the King of the Five Independents and receive tribute from the other four independent places.
This was personally proposed by the Master of Ziyun Palace who presided over the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, so the major independent places worked hard.
"Everyone, when I was talking to the Master of Ziyun Palace last night, the Palace Master said that this time, as an exception, twenty-five cultivators from the Heavenly Realm would be accepted as Ziyun disciples.
Each of the five independent places will accept five."
Yang Hong smiled.
Being a disciple of Ziyun... is a supreme honor for most people.
But... Qingge's face turned gloomy, and when he looked at Palace Master Ziyun, his eyes were slightly cold.
During his time in the Qian Clan, Qing Ge knew that the Master of Ziyun Palace might be a member of the Regent. Now that the Regent has fallen, why would he still go against her?
Qingge couldn't figure out the reason for a while.
Palace Master Ziyun was sitting in a chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking meaningfully at Qing Ge in the distance.
The girl who captured the mythical beast last night was standing beside the Master of Ziyun Palace.
"Mu Ruge, it is said that she is already a Xuanling master. She has a sword called Emperor Zhan Dao. It is a top-quality sword. This woman is also the God of the Wuji Sword..." Ye Xuanji said: "She is our biggest enemy."
Ye Ge, Mu Ruge...all of them are addicted to pretending to be fakes.
The Emperor's Sword.
Tsk... Qingge smiled and walked forward slowly.
The weapons of Ye Xuanji and others are not considered top-grade treasures, but they are all refined by her own hands.
Before the young generation competes in the independent land, the five monarchs will sit on the golden thread platform and chant the Heavenly Bible to pray for all living beings. The Buddhist monks will hand-deliver the blessing Bible.
Qing Ge, King Zhong Lin, and others walked onto the Golden Thread Stage respectively, and thousands of golden lights converged between their eyebrows.
They sat on five golden futons. Only King Zhong Lin practiced for a while before praying.
Qing Ge couldn't help but wonder, is this King Zhong Lin a training machine?
"The Bible prays that if a country is peaceful, the people will be safe. In terms of the heavenly realm, if an independent land has a wise king, it will be a blessing to the people.
Master Jialan, please—" After Yang Hong said that, Master Jialan of Buddhist Rites came to Jinlu Terrace with other abbot masters.
The relic, a sacred object of Buddhist rituals, was taken by the empress. This is a fact known to the world.
Therefore, most people are still watching the show, thinking that the Buddhist church has come up with the most difficult Bible for singing.
In this era, both Buddha and Tao are inviolable and sacred.
Ordinary people do not dare to touch the Bible and Taoism.
When reading the Bible, you should also read the Bible that your soul can bear within the scope of your ability.
Palace Master Ziyun gently put down the tea cup without drinking a drop of the tea in the cup. She glanced sideways at Mu Ruge and said, "Wait and behave well."
"A bunch of ants are still the souls of my sword."
Mu Ruge sneered and said cruelly.
Palace Master Ziyun frowned lightly, "Don't kill too harshly, or you'll end up with a reputation as a cruel person."
"If anyone slanders me, I will kill someone!"
Mu Ruge said.
Palace Master Ziyun did not say anything, but looked at Master Jialan. Master Jialan held a purple gold Zen staff and wore a bamboo hat on his head, and nodded lightly in the direction of Palace Master Ziyun.
After receiving Master Jialan's response, Palace Master Ziyun was in a happy mood. Before the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, he had gone to visit the Buddhist Rituals. Master Jialan clearly expressed his deep hatred for the Eastern Emperor's robbery of the relics, and agreed to him.
, will give the 'Soul Capturing' Bible to the Empress.
The empress killed countless people and was stained with blood. Reciting this sutra is tantamount to self-destruction.
Master Jialan sat on a golden futon, folding his hands and reading the Bible. At that moment, the sunlight was mottled, like a heavy snowfall.
The soul of every cultivator was washed by the fragmented holy light. In an instant, there was no more evil and darkness in the world, and the violence deep in everyone's soul was washed away.
Each pair of eyes sees a completely different scene.
There is the warmth of a family of three, there is also the woman waiting for years by the river for her husband to come to the battlefield, and there is also the little milk baby whose head is full of sweet candy.
In Ji Yue's eyes, all ten spirit-removing needles have been annihilated, and as far as Qingge's eyes can see, the Wuqing Divine Bone no longer hurts.
After chanting, Master Jialan stood up, put his purple gold Zen staff on the ground, and walked towards King Zhonglin.
A copy of the "Sutra of All Living Beings", golden light condensed on the end of the purple gold Zen staff, the Zen staff was slightly raised, and condensed in front of King Zhonglin at a speed visible to the naked eye.
King Zhong Lin stopped practicing, flipped through the "Sutra of All Living Beings" with the power of his soul, and whispered softly.
Master Jialan then gave the two scriptures "All Things" and "Floating Clouds" to the Lord of the Dark Palace and King Apocalypse, and then moved to Qing Ge.
Master Jialan glanced at the Thunder Buddha Bead on Qingge's wrist and smiled: "The empress has a predestined relationship with our religion, so you can recite the Qingfeng Sutra."
Palace Master Ziyun's face turned completely dark, and he frowned and glared at Master Jialan. This was completely different from what he had said before.
It was originally a soul-catcher, how did it become Qingfeng?
Just when Palace Master Ziyun was getting angry, Master Jialan had already walked towards Li Yuanhou, and with his purple Zen staff, he pointed out a "Sutra of Soul-Taking".
Everyone was surprised and took a breath of cold air.
Among the five, Li Yuanhou was the weakest and the youngest, so he actually recited the most difficult sutra?
Li Yuanhou tried to use the power of his soul to communicate with the Sutra of Soul-Taking, then opened the pages of the book and recited this sutra.
"Ah..." Li Yuanhou just recited a sentence, and without even reading out the complete sentence, he screamed, and the blood he vomited was sprinkled on the "Sutra of Souls". The sutra was stained with blood and condensed into a line of light, like a string.
The arrow shot out and was swallowed by the purple gold Zen staff.
Li Yuanhou fainted and died on the Jinlu Platform, his mouth was bleeding continuously, and his body was convulsing and trembling.
Yang Hong immediately sent people to the stage to take Li Yuanhou down and invited doctors to treat him.
Palace Master Ziyun resisted the urge to go find Master Jialan and closed her eyes slightly.
The remaining independent masters are still chanting sutras. However, what is strange is that the pages of the "Qingfeng Sutra" in front of Qing Ge have not even been turned.
Turning the pages requires the power of the soul. Qingge worked hard to turn the pages, but the pages just opened but then dropped.
The sequelae caused by the ten spiritual elimination needles are too strong... But the "Qingfeng Sutra" can only be opened with the power of the soul, Qingge has no other way.
Qingge didn't care about the gossips of the world, but if she couldn't open them up, Dongzhou's morale would inevitably decline.
Suddenly, a page was opened... Qingge suddenly raised her eyes and looked down the Jinlu stage. Ji Yue, who was standing in front of the crowd, looked at her with a smile.
“This young master is not pious enough if he relies on others’ help to turn the pages.
Is this how you, Dongzhou, treat the blessing that comes once every fifty years?"
Wang Yunhe, the head of the Beizhou Prince's Mansion in God's Domain, shouted in a deep voice.
"Yes, this is too ungodly and rigorous. Even if you want to read it, you can't do it by a handsome man. That would be disrespectful."
The head of the Yan Mansion in Nanzhou said.
"The heaven-sacrifice ceremony is something that every cultivator in the Gods' Heaven Realm looks forward to. Every independent master must treat it wholeheartedly, just for the sake of smooth weather and less disasters in the Heaven Realm. Shouldn't you consider your status?"
Ye Xuanji's father rolled up his sleeves and sneered.