The young men and strong men in the inn opened their eyes slightly when they saw Jiu Ci, who exuded a formidable aura, and almost blurted out: "Jiu Ci! Ye Jiu Ci!"
One of the young men once passed by Dongzhou and was lucky enough to meet Jiu Ci once, so he recognized him at a glance.
Jiu Ci was once the master of Yingyue Tower who killed many people, making countless cultivators in the heaven of gods feel frightened and fearful.
Several men suddenly panicked and no longer looked as arrogant as before.
Especially the strong man who worked hard to slander the empress, his face was pale, and cold sweat was pouring down his back. He swallowed suddenly, and looked at Jiu Ci with fear in his eyes.
Tie Siniang looked at Jiu Ci and was dumbfounded. Apparently she did not expect to meet Empress Ye's brother here.
Jiu Ci's face was expressionless, his expression was stern, his whole body was covered with frost, and as far as his eyes could see, it was like a cold wind whistling by, causing those in front of him to shiver and shiver from the cold.
Jiu Ci turned around slowly, his brows furrowed slightly, his eyes were slightly red, and his whole person was carelessly exuding an evil aura, a little irritable.
As he turned around, he saw black mist surging on his back, suddenly tearing open a shocking and shocking hole, a terrifying scream sounded, and a black crow with red eyes flew out of it.
The black crow is like an evil derivative, more terrifying than the devil, and a bit naughty. When he grins, his sharp mouth actually reveals a row of white teeth, which is also a bit cute.
The black crow was extremely fast, comparable to an arrow from a string, like a shooting star chasing the moon. The next moment, it passed through the center of several people, and a strange black smoke enveloped these people.
Skin, flesh, and bones disappeared.
Only the empty clothes fell down and piled on the ground.
There are still a few wisps of misty ink smoke remaining on the surface of the clothes.
The rest of the people in the inn panicked and fled, shouting in panic: "Brother the Empress has killed someone!"
Tie Siniang looked at Jiu Ci for a long time before she spoke cautiously: "The image that the Empress has worked so hard to cultivate is now... probably destroyed..." She is just a person who admires the Empress, and maybe she is older in terms of age.
A little.
Jiu Ci never spoke, as if he couldn't hear. Then he turned around and walked towards Mo You, holding Mo You's hand and frowning: "Why are your hands so cold?"
The emotions in his body are being suppressed crazily and will burst out of his body at any time, making him crazy and completely losing his mind.
Mo You looked at his face and was speechless. He could only grab Jiu Ci's hand and squeeze it tightly to show his determination.
"It's been cold lately, so remember to put on some clothes, you know?"
Jiuci tapped Moyou's forehead, then took out a thick fur cloak from the space treasure, stretched out his long arms, covered Moyou's back with the cloak, and gently closed it.
He held Moyou's hand again and walked towards the open door of the inn.
Tie Siniang looked at the two figures and suddenly said: "If you live your whole life, why not do it for yourself?
There are countless mediocre people in the world, like water, and they are worthless."
The words were worthless, and all the blood and tears the empress had shed in the past were exhausted.
Jiuci paused for a while, then continued walking forward.
Two figures were walking in the chaotic streets, with people fleeing everywhere, and everyone's face was full of despair.
Waiting for death to come and watching your life run out of energy is a cruel thing.
Most people in the world obey their fate, do their jobs well, and live step by step. How many people can change their destiny against the will of heaven?
The spread of flames this time is different from the Abyss Chain.
Most people have no willpower.
The calamity is still going on.
All living beings cannot escape.
...The fire was densely covered, as brilliant as the morning sun, lighting up the world in all directions.
For several days, there was no distinction between day and night, and the vitality of the plants was no longer vigorous.
There are many cracks in the earth, and there is no source of water in them.
As temperatures rise, water sources become less and less available.
The heat on the ground can easily burn the soles of the feet, and even strong practitioners will feel uncomfortable. They must wear flame-control boots made by a blacksmith.
However, in this doomsday, the blacksmiths all want to cherish their last moments, so how can they forge the Flame Control Boots?
The value of the Flame-Resisting Boots is not high, they are made of low-priced materials, and the forging process is really troublesome.
Except for some novice blacksmiths who use the Flame Control Boots to practice their skills, no blacksmith is willing to refine the Flame Control Boots.
The only anti-flame boots on the market have been sold out.
The walls of the houses were all cracked like spider webs.
Another night, most of the houses collapsed with huge explosions, and women screamed everywhere.
Until the last drop of water disappears and the last flower withers... the palace of the divine realm.
Qingge spends every day in Yingying Pavilion, discussing the Abyss Tribulation with Qiu Qingqing and others.
In addition, Qingge used the materials Liang Xiao took from the weapon refining library to forge the flame-controlling boots.
Apart from other things, at least most of her close subordinates have a pair.
Qiu Qingqing and others sat cross-legged on futons in different directions. They closed their eyes, clasped their hands together, chanted ancient spells in a low voice, and activated the complex star formation.
Qingge forged another hundred pairs of Flame-Resisting Boots, breathed a sigh of relief, and handed the Flame-Resisting Boots to Liang Xiao, "Give these Flame-Resisting Boots to... some children."
Liang Xiao was sweating profusely and wearing thin clothes. He picked up the box and walked out of Yongying Pavilion.
Even Qing Ge felt hot. The key point was that the five elements of talent in her body were not able to withstand the scorching heat.
It's like a furnace that wants to roast people alive.
Be it natural disaster or man-made disaster.
They are all full of sadness.
Qingge stood on the cracked ivory floor, looking up at the distant sky.
There, there was a huge planar beast, its whole body filled with flames.
Arou sat cross-legged on top of the divine beast, lingering in the holy light, a faint golden light, like the brilliance of God, the blessings bestowed upon it, spreading down to protect a small number of people from the blazing heat.
Qingge lowered her head and looked at her hands.
The palm of the hand was so hot that it turned red, and there was a spiritual jade placed on it.
It was a treasure she got in Qingshi Town a few years ago, called the Millennium Ghost Jade.
If she comprehends one of the powers of the spiritual jade: healing, and practices it to the extreme, it is not a myth that one person can heal countless sentient beings.
But several years have passed, and she has not found an opportunity to open the Millennium Ghost Jade.
"It's so hot. This dog's uncle's weather is going to make me hot to death."
A voice full of irritation sounded in my ears.
Qing Ge turned around to look, and her eyes were filled with red.
Chu Changge's lean upper body is naked, and the lines are smooth and perfect, which is both imaginative and criminal.
Still the same taste.
He was wearing a pair of sexy trousers, as red as blood, with bright yellow chrysanthemums printed on the front and back, like gold that was about to blind the eyes of others.