The eight perfect beasts of the eight sects that Li Yuanhou was proud of were encircled and suppressed by everyone. Their bodies split, their venom dispersed, and they lost their vitality in the blink of an eye.
He looked at the knife-wielding woman standing at the edge of the salamander's body, feeling endless chill and fear in his heart.
Qingge swung his sword, and the light of King Ming's sword flashed past, and the bone spurs on the heads of many Qingyue disciples were crushed.
The green lotus strange fire burned, burning the ropes that were tied to countless disciples one by one. The disciples were no longer bound and were free, and rushed towards Qingge excitedly and enthusiastically.
Qingge waved her hand gently, and all the Qingyue disciples stopped. In the eyes of countless people, Qingge dragged her knife and approached Li Yuanhou.
Li Yuanhou sat on the chair and swallowed hard, his pupils tightened, and his body began to tremble. After all, he came from the mountains and had never seen a big battle. Even if he fell into a demon for a while, he could not change the weakness in his bones.
Qingge's whole body exuded a cold aura, like Yama in the underworld, judging and controlling life and death in the world. She was aloof and fierce, looking at Li Yuanhou with dull eyes.
It was this plainness, but like the mountains and the deep sea, that made Li Yuanhou breathe cautiously. Li Yuanhou pretended to be calm and waited for the arrival of Qingge, picked up the wine glass on the table, and then took out the wine bottle, wanting to give it to himself
He poured a glass of wine, but the hand holding the jug trembled crazily, so that the wine liquid poured out of the spout could not be aimed at the mouth of the cup, and all of it spilled outside. Li Yuanhou let go of his hand, and the jug hit the table.
, the mellow and strong wine flowed out from the table and wet Li Yuanhou's robe. Li Yuanhou looked down, resentful of his own uselessness, and smashed the tea cup towards Qing Ge.
go.
Qingge caught the tea cup steadily, glanced sideways, and said calmly: "Raze my Ye God Palace to the ground, but drink tea from my Ye God Palace's wine cup. Li Yuanhou, you have grown up."
"Your Ye Shen Palace, this land already belongs to me." Li Yuanhou wanted to calm down as usual. He thought he could handle it easily, but unfortunately his voice was trembling.
The empress standing opposite him crawled out from a pile of dead people. She was completely different from a puppet like him. Every injury on her body was the glory of her achievements, and every bone under her feet was the result of walking.
The stairs to the ninth heaven.
Li Yuanhou was just trying to make a fool of himself, thinking that by contracting an eight-sect perfection divine beast from the Master of Ziyun Palace, he could cover the sky with one hand and dominate the East Continent. Little did he know that a paper tiger with a strong external force and internal control was vulnerable to a single blow.
Li Yuanhou hurriedly picked up the bow and arrow with his trembling hands, pointed it at Qingge, and tried to pull the bow string, but he had no strength and could not pull it.
Qingge played with the wine glass in her hand, taking some time off. There was a playful smile on her lips, as if she was looking at a clown, looking at Li Yuanhou jokingly, distant and indifferent, mixed with a bit of carelessness.
Suddenly, a look of cruelty appeared on her brows, and she slammed the wine glass out of her hand with great force, hitting Li Yuanhou's forehead.
The wine glass hit Li Yuanhou, who was dizzy and seemed about to faint. He looked at Qing Ge in horror and daze. When the tea cup fell, the blood from the wound on his forehead slowly overflowed into his eyelashes.
The world he looked at was immediately enveloped in a scarlet mist.
"Want to seek revenge for your sister?" Qingge asked again, walking forward slowly, approaching Li Yuanhou.
The closer she got, the more frightened her aura became.
The open-air palace was quiet and bloody, with only a touch of red in the cold night, and a terrifying aura of murder suddenly erupted.
She stood in front of the glass table, stepped on the glass table, looked down at Li Yuanhou, and said: "What kind of thing is your sister, shouldn't you know better than anyone else? She is obsessed with gain, do you want to deceive yourself too?"
As she walked forward, a red-gold Buddha's light suddenly lit up in the realm of nothingness. Li Yuanhou's past was vividly visible in her mind, and the poignant pictures intertwined the story of her life.
Li Yuanhou's throat was dry and painful, and he stared at Qing Ge with wide eyes, unable to say a word.
How could a fledgling youngster resist the bloody and violent aura of the empress? Qingge raised one corner of her lips and smiled evilly: "You are the culprit who killed Li Cuihua. As her brother, you are the one who killed Li Cuihua.
, has become a burden to her. If you really love her, why have you watched her struggling in the sea of suffering in the past years?
To beg for food for you? You acted coquettishly, felt guilty, and ate the food your sister exchanged for your blood and flesh, so you are where you are today."
"No! It's not like that!" Li Yuanhou suddenly let out a sharp and shrill cry, holding his head and shouting in pain, shaking his head, not wanting to listen to Qing Ge's words anymore.
Every word is jarring.
Big tears fell from his eyes, and Li Yuanhou fell from his chair to the ground as if in a daze, rolling around holding his head.
Qingge's words lingered like a demonic sound, torturing him all the time and making him miserable.
Qingge took advantage of the situation and sat on the chair, took the long bow, and stepped on Li Yuanhou's chest, forcing Li Yuanhou to calm down.
The bowstring in his hand was drawn, and the sharp arrow was aimed at Li Yuanhou. Whoops, an arrow penetrated Li Yuanhou's thigh and penetrated deeply into the ground. Li Yuanhou could not even pull out the arrow or his leg.
The blood soaked through the hem of the robe, and it turned mostly red in the blink of an eye. Li Yuanhou's pale face was covered with cold sweat, and his lips were dry and cracked. He looked like a terminally ill person. He looked at Qing Ge in a daze, with eyes that others could not understand.
tears.
Qingge had no expression on his face, and he drew the bowstring again, and the arrow passed through Li Yuanhou's shoulder blade.
"Ah!" Li Yuanhou raised his head and shouted.
Whoosh.
Two arrows passed through Li Yuanhou's knees.
Li Yuanhou was pinned to the ground by the arrow and could not move even a minute.
Qingge is cold and bloodthirsty, with an expressionless face, as cold as ice, and mechanically repeats the movements of bowing and stringing.
In just a few moments, Li Yuanhou's limbs were filled with arrows.
It wasn't until all the arrows in the quiver were used up that Qingge stood up, walked beside Li Yuanhou, and looked down mercilessly: "Does it hurt?"
Li Yuanhou burst into tears in pain and looked at Qingge's figure in fear.
His bones were torn apart and his body seemed to be in pieces.
"Wait a minute——"
A voice sounded, and the person speaking was none other than King Zhong Lin.
"Empress, let's stop here. He is the Yuanjun of Ziyun Palace. He must leave his life no matter what."
King Zhong Lin has never been a nosy person. The Lord of the Dark Palace, the Master of the Huanyue Sect, and the Tianqi couple suddenly looked at him, all curious.
"Do you think I will be afraid of Ziyun Palace?" Qing Ge asked back.
King Zhong Lin was speechless and finally closed his mouth. He did not want to offend the empress.
Suddenly, an army surrounded this open-air palace.
Countless archers riding flying horses were hanging high in the sky, holding purple cloud treasure bows, and aimed their arrows at Qingge's Tianling Gai. The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Murderous aura burst out in the cold night, like the starlight.