After praying and planting flags, the practitioners walked out of the east attic one after another.
Qing Ge had a great time chatting with the independent masters.
In the fourth part of Apocalypse, even King Zhong Lin treats Qing Ge differently.
They never despised the empress or Dong Zhou because of Qing Ge's age.
Compared with other independent lords, Li Yuanhou seems particularly lonely and lonely.
His soul was hurt when he was reading the "Sutra of Souls" on the Jinlu Platform, and now the independent masters seem to have isolated him and stopped communicating with him.
Yes, compared with Qingge, Li Yuanhou is not worth mentioning.
No matter how young Ye Qingge is, her current position as emperor was achieved through down-to-earth steps and tears.
Li Yuanhou parachuted into the Divine Realm and became the Yuanjun, but not many people recognized him. If it were not for the escort from Ziyun Palace behind him, I am afraid that the people in the Divine Realm would all attack him in groups.
At noon, each cultivator returned to the attic, either took Bigu Pills, or ate the delicious food prepared by Mingyuan Villa, and rested before starting the afternoon competition.
There is no one in the east attic, the ground is desolate, the fallen leaves are swaying, and the strong wind and bloody blades are brewing a storm in the sky that will destroy the world.
From the sound of the wind, one could hear the chilling feeling coming from the attic.
A figure stood in front of the building.
The plain clothes are flying, and the silver hair is dancing lightly.
In the huge courtyard, Qingge felt the desolation that had been lonely for eight hundred years.
When sitting cross-legged, put your hands together and listen carefully to the sound of the soul of the murder weapon.
"Damn...all deserve to die..." From that voice, she saw some pictures.
Golden light shines, and the relics in the realm of nothingness move faintly.
The soul state of the weapon spirit originally came not from the weapon, but from a flower.
It was originally a wild flower in the desert, blooming in the endless desert, without the moisture of rain, and experienced the wind and sun.
One night in the twelfth lunar month of winter, with the yellow sand rolling and the white moonlight hazy and unreal, a passerby carrying a bamboo basket stopped and poured water from the kettle onto it.
When leaving, passers-by took away the wild flowers and used treasures to warm them.
He wanted to take this wild flower to a place with warm spring, but when he went to the mountains and rivers, he saw the green ground, and the wild flower also reached the end of its life.
It has long been accustomed to the dryness of the desert and cannot withstand the blessings of spring.
Later, passers-by realized that this was a poppy flower, a poppy that grew in the desert.
It is completely different from other poppies.
The passerby never gave up on the poppy. He was a doctor and was looking for ways to make the poppy bloom again.
In that year, he met the girl he loved. She was a girl with pretty features, who never spoke loudly, spoke softly, and was as gentle as the wind.
Three months after the wedding, the girl became pregnant.
From then on, he abandoned the poppy he had saved with all his heart and no longer protected the poppy from wind and rain.
He wants to protect the most important woman in his life.
The beauty of the woman alarmed the young master of a certain family.
A man went out to collect herbs to make anti-fetal soup. When he came back, his wife was missing. He searched all over the world and found her body in a mass grave.
One corpse, two lives.
When his wife was kidnapped, she couldn't bear the humiliation, bit her tongue and committed suicide, leaving her in a mass grave littered with corpses.
He held the body and cried sadly. Next to his wife's body, in the thick pool of blood, a poppy slowly grew.
The knife at the waist, which has never been unsheathed, is full of evil nature.
He dug a grave with both hands, buried his wife and unborn child, transformed into a murderer, found an aristocratic family, and bloodbathed thousands of people! No one escaped from his butcher knife.
From then on, wherever he went, he would kill everyone.
Every time a person is killed, a poppy will bloom on the corpse.
His eyes no longer had the warmth they once had, and they were no longer high-spirited.
It was as if the devil had taken over the body.
He has been a heroic and righteous man throughout his life, helping the world and saving people. Why doesn't God forgive him?
In the dark night, he went to a house. It was already late at night, and there was still laughter and laughter coming from inside.
On the plaque, the word "Dongfang" was written for a long time. He walked in with a knife and killed everyone he saw.
The blood all over the floor flowed into the bottom of the bed, and he didn't find the boy hiding under the bed, covering his mouth with his hands and crying silently.
It was a rainy night, with thunder and lightning flashing everywhere.
He wants everyone in the world to experience his pain.
His wife and children were separated, his family was destroyed, and he has been a wandering wild ghost ever since.
Finally, one hundred thousand cultivators surrounded him in anger, and he died among the rocks with thousands of arrows piercing his heart.
A poppy also grew on his body.
The moment he passed away, there was finally light in his eyes.
The afterglow of the setting sun was a bit dazzling. He raised his hand to slightly cover his eyes, but smiled softly.
On Huangquan Road, at the end of the sunset, there was a woman with clean eyebrows holding a child, looking back at him and extending her hand to him.
In that Jiuyou underworld, the family of three was finally reunited.
The sorrow and joy in this world are always dependent on each other.
The killer passed away, leaving only the blood-red knife.
The rocky hillside was covered with beautiful and coquettish poppies.
The scent of poppy flowers makes people delirious.
One hundred thousand cultivators were unable to crush the poppy weapon spirit, so they could only gather the power of the strongest masters to suppress it in the east attic of Mingyuan Villa.
In the courtyard of the East Pavilion, Qingge's mood was heavy and depressing. When she opened her eyes, the courtyard was filled with poppies.
When Qingge raised her hand, the poppies in the courtyard disappeared, and a flower bloomed on the back of her hand.
The petals drooped languidly, as if they were very sad.
It accompanied its master and killed too many people, but the master finally abandoned him.
It would rather live in the desert forever and never taste human love and care.
In the blink of an eye, the poppy flower on the back of the hand disappeared, and the sound of gongs and drums was heard from the golden thread platform. After three gongs, the competition was about to begin.
Qingge exhaled a breath and looked at the ancient east attic with complicated eyes.
Everything has a destiny.
That poppy flower was born in the desert and lived for passers-by.
It is a member of the Dream Clan.
The Dream Tribe is a magical race.
At that time, all the members of the clan were in the Shenyue Palace of the elves.
However, Meng clan members are spread all over the world.
A wisp of wind, a stone, a flower, and a grain of sand are all the embodiment of dreams.
Jinlutai was about to compete, but something was guiding her to the east attic.
After seeing the lonely poppy, she realized that it was the relics in the realm of nothingness that brought her to this sad place.
What Qingge doesn't understand is that the Meng clan members all live for others.
After the destined person dies, the clan will disappear into thin air.
Why does the poppy spirit remain in the world?
Inside the relic, a golden light shines directly into Qingge's soul. Qingge understands the reason as if he is waking up from a dream.
It turns out that Poppy has transformed from a member of the Dream tribe into a real weapon spirit... The weapon spirit will not die on its own.