Now that so many people care about Ye Jingjing, Qing Ge is truly happy.
But the joyful time is often short-lived. The Ziyun Palace cavalry army came on horseback, and there were hundreds of archers and flying monsters standing in the air, all arrows in their hands pointed at No. 1.
Seeing this, Ye Jingjing immediately put down her tea cup and stood in front of No. 1, half-narrowing her eyes to look at the cavalry and the archers of Ziyun Palace.
The Lord of the Dark Palace turned around to look, holding back his anger, and asked in a deep voice: "Palace Master Ziyun, what do you mean by this?
What crime did the four tribes have that required Ziyun Palace to mobilize troops and mobilize people like this?
You really think highly of my palace."
Palace Master Ziyun made an understatement, calmly and calmly, sitting on the chair. His slender hands flicked away the dust on his robe and the embarrassment he had just shown. After pretending to be elegant, he looked at the Dark Palace unhurriedly.
host.
"Palace Master, you have been in the Four Divisions for hundreds of years, so you don't know the rules of the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, right?
Martial arts competition is a sacred matter, related to the vigorous vitality of the heaven and the good future. The high priest of your palace trespassing on the Jinlu Terrace is a crime against the nine tribes.
Even if I destroy your Dark Temple and the Huanyue Divine Sect, and raze all of your tribes to the ground, it is only reasonable, and there is no need for the palace master to be angry."
Palace Master Ziyun is like a cunning fox, using the most perfunctory attitude and saying the most irritating words.
Palace Master Ziyun slowly raised her hand, raised her index finger, and pointed at No. 1: "It's so beautiful, gouge out his eyes."
There are hundreds of archers in the sky, and if Ziyun arrows are shot down, no one in the four tribes will survive.
There were also many Ziyun cavalry blocking their way back, encircling and suppressing the four groups.
It can be said that with one order from Palace Master Ziyun, there will be no more four groups in the world.
The Lord of the Dark Palace never expected that a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven would lead to a catastrophe.
No one cares about the dangers of the four divisions.
The matter has nothing to do with oneself. It is wise to be cautious and protect yourself. Speaking hastily is asking for death.
"Palace Master Ziyun, the rules of the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony are the rules of my Heaven Realm. They are governed by the Nine Realms. Isn't this unreasonable?"
Qingge said lazily.
"The Nine Realms govern the higher and lower planes, and the higher realms are also controlled by the Nine Realms! Those who break the rules will naturally be punished by the Nine Realms."
The master of Ziyun Palace said.
Qingge raised her chin slightly, leaned into Ji Yue's arms, narrowed her eyes lazily, and had a playful smile on her lips.
That smile actually made Palace Master Ziyun panic, but Qingge didn't say a word, only smiled and looked at Palace Master Ziyun not far away.
"Today, I want to see who can draw a bow in front of me."
After singing softly, he stood up and raised his left hand high. When the light surged, a broken-edge divine bow appeared.
Wuji Bow God, thousands of soldiers come to congratulate him, who dares to be presumptuous?
Qingge did not fire an arrow, but stretched the bowstring, like a harp string, and a sound echoed far, far, and for a long time.
The Master of Ziyun Palace and the cultivators who were watching all looked at the archers of Ziyun Palace on the flying monsters. The Master of Ziyun Palace did not believe this evil, raised her arms and shouted: "Open the bow!"
After receiving the order, the Ziyun archers were all ready to string their bows and release Ziyun arrows. Unexpectedly, something magical happened. The archers looked at each other and saw that among the hundreds of archers, no one could pull the string.
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At the same time, the long bows in their hands were trembling continuously, like timid people meeting the majestic Nine-Five Lord, like all beasts worshiping their king.
At this moment, only Qingge's broken-edge divine bow held high above his head was dazzling and gorgeous, and the bows scattered. Other than this bow, they were all useless bows! This has never happened before.
The archers of Ziyun are invincible and invincible. They can pierce through the poplars with a hundred steps, and their arrows are always fired. But now they can't draw the bowstring?
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.
The empress shocked the world once again, making people remember her name as the God of Bows.
"Empress, since you don't accept the discipline of the Nine Realms, do you want to overthrow the Nine Realms?"
Palace Master Ziyun put a big hat on Qingge with just a few words, making Qingge become the enemy of the entire Nine Realms.
Qing Ge is still under the Nine Realms, and it would be unwise to offend everyone in the Nine Realms.
Before Qing Ge could say anything, Jiu Ci, who was standing against the stone pillar, flicked his fan to bring out a few rays of wind, and said contemptuously: "The empress just doesn't like you, but you want to replace the entire Nine Realms. It seems that in your case,
In my eyes, all nine realms are already yours."
The Nine Realms are like the heavenly realms of the gods. They are guarded by several forces, each performing their own duties. Ziyun Palace is one of them.
"That's it for now. Don't make trouble in the Heaven Realm anymore. Otherwise, no one will be able to survive today."
Jiu Ci closed the fan, moved his arms and neck, making a clicking sound of bones colliding, and looked at Palace Master Ziyun with sinister eyes.
Palace Master Ziyun remembered the rumors about Jiu Ci in the Nine Realms. This person traveled across the planes and spaces and hunted too many creatures.
Uncle Mo once said that Jiu Ci is a hunter who lives for blood.
Moreover, Jiuci never cares about the importance of the occasion when doing things. He is accustomed to doing things his own way, and no one can control him.
The meaning behind Jiu Ci's words was clear. He had been patient for a long time and had reached the point where he could no longer bear it. If he continued, Jiu Ci would not give him face and let him go home in embarrassment.
If it comes to a bloody battle, Jiu Ci will definitely not be as good as Palace Master Ziyun, but there is a saying that goes well, those who are barefoot may risk their lives.
Jiu Ci is an out-and-out lunatic.
If he holds a butcher's knife in his hand, the world will never have peace.
Palace Master Ziyun once didn't know what Uncle Mo meant, but he couldn't subdue him with just nine words?
But - he really didn't dare to confront this madman.
Jiu Ci is not afraid of life and death, but he wants to save face! The Lord of the Dark Palace looked at the Jiu Ci brothers and sisters with gratitude. At the critical moment of the Four Divisions, in Mingyuan Villa, in front of the Golden Thread Stage, tens of thousands of heroic cultivators looked on with cold eyes, the breeze on their sleeves, only
The only female emperor was not afraid of the cost of offending Palace Master Ziyun and stood up, using her own power to prevent the archers from firing their bows.
Every time, it can bring surprises to her.
It made her understand more and more why Ye Jingjing was obsessed with the empress sister.
On the other side, the Master of Ziyun Palace still refused to give up. At this moment, many guardians of the nine realms who stepped on the purple flames came from the sky.
"Uncle Mo has said that the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony held once every fifty years in the Heavenly Domain of the Gods of the Higher Continent will be presided over by His Highness Jiuci. Palace Master Ziyun, please come back."
Outside the Nine Realms, there are people with high authority. There are five people in total, and Uncle Mo is one of them.
And Uncle Mo was the one who picked up Jiu Ci from the mass grave.
This is also the reason why Jiuci has gone his own way but is still alive today.
Who wouldn’t give Uncle Mo three points of thin noodles?
Jiu Ci was confused and didn't understand Uncle Mo. During the last war between Dongzhou and God's Domain, Xun Wulei colluded with the guardians of the Nine Realms, and the Nine Realms held Jiu Ci accountable. Uncle Mo ignored it, ignored it, and even acquiesced.
What those people did.
Before this, he had told Uncle Mo that he wanted to host the heaven-sacrifice ceremony. Uncle Mo said that he would give it some thought and then asked Ziyun Palace to host it, but now he changed his mind and asked him to host it.
Uncle Mo is his adoptive father, but for more than ten years, he has never been able to figure out Uncle Mo.
Sometimes close, sometimes indifferent.
Sometimes they buy him expensive clothes, sometimes they push him to go into the abyss to hunt hundreds of ghosts.