Chu Changge looked up at the sky, the firelight reflected in his amber eyes, and couldn't help but wailed: "I'm going to die, sir. I've been a romantic all my life, but I didn't expect to be roasted alive."
"Yimeimei, you have created so many miracles, there should be something you can do, right?"
Chu Changge held a colorful oil umbrella in one hand and looked at Qingge with tears in his eyes.
"Yes, yes."
"What can I do?"
Chu Changge's eyes lit up.
He knew that Ye Meiren definitely had a way.
"Wear a smile and wear a sword."
"What's the use of this?"
Chu Changge scratched his hair and asked suspiciously.
"You will die with more dignity."
Qing Ge said seriously.
Chu Changge: "..." Gu Long: "..." This girl still has the leisure and energy to joke, which shows that she is not completely desperate yet.
Chu Changge howled: "I am still a young lady, how could I die like this?"
Chu Changge's eyes suddenly changed, and he said with a smile: "Ye Mei, you are known as a wise king who petitions for the people. Before he died, Mr. Chu had a long-cherished wish, which was to taste the fish water..." "You are not worthy."
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Qingge said three words indifferently, moved her long legs, and walked down the cracked stairs with sparks of fire.
For some reason, there was neither sadness nor joy in her heart, but instead she thought of a city, Twilight City.
Why?
Why is she the Lord of Twilight?
Why did the Immortal Realm discover her, the divine punisher, and not imprison her in the Twilight City?
Could it be that the group of divine punishments are waiting for her?
Perhaps, she is destined to live in darkness and cannot meet the scorching light.
Boom! “What?
What are you doing!?”
General Liu Yunchang's loud shout rang out, bringing Qing Ge back from his wandering thoughts.
Qingge slowly raised her eyes and looked forward.
Her eyes, filled with coldness, reflected the vast scenery.
Countless cultivators and ordinary people rushed to the palace of God's Realm, and there were more and more people.
Liu Yunchang and others couldn't stop them at all. Liu Yan'er waved her left hand and blocked the road with ice. Then she pulled out the Crescent Moon Sword and pointed it at the sky: "In front of the Emperor's City, how can the Empress allow you to act so unbridled right now?"
Long Shitian's sword split out a long navy blue dragon, opened its bloody mouth, had green-faced fangs, and let out a deafening roar. It was earth-shattering and overwhelming! "Unbridled!"
Dragon releases the way of heaven.
Some cultivators asked in a place outside the ice: "Empress Ye, the eight wasteland runes record the solution to the abyss calamity. Just use Ye Jiuci to sacrifice to the sky. Why did you let her go?"
"We trust you! How could you do such a thing! You waste the trust of the people in the world! That Ye Jiuci was as ruthless as a devil, with evil bones in his body, and he deserved to die. To use his life to offset the calamity of the abyss, is it?
His pleasure!”
"Empress, please give us an explanation."
"..." Liu Yan'er was slightly stunned.
Not many people know about Jiuci's sacrifice to heaven at night.
Liu Yan'er tightened her grip on the Crescent Moon Knife and glared at everyone: "You are really greedy white-eyed wolves. Empress Ye has done her best to be kind and righteous. You have to peel off a layer of her skin, dig out her internal organs, and drain the blood from her body."
, are you willing to give up?"
"Master Liu, we are not messing around. We heard that it was because Ye Jiuci inserted the soul-eating nail that triggered the abyssal catastrophe.
This is his responsibility, why should he escape alone?"
"Tsk..." Liu Yan'er sneered: "Without the Empress, those 30,000 demon-fallen people would have eaten you alive, yet you still have the nerve to come to the palace to question us with your words! Are you still human?
What a bunch of wolf-hearted things!"
Long Shitian said: "You are not worthy of the protection of the empress."
Ding - a crisp piano sound sounded.
Ding——Another melodious flute sound.
On the eaves in the distance, Ye Qingcheng is sitting cross-legged, wearing white clothes as pure as snow and three thousand green silk hairs as thick as ink.
Fuxi placed his qin on his knees and played the gentle "Qingxin Song" with his long fingers.
Next to him, Xu Wenfeng was wearing a blue shirt, holding a crystal-clear treasure Xiao diagonally to his lips.
The sound of the piano and the flute intersect, creating a pleasant harmony.
But, it doesn't work.
After a while, the angry people asked aggressively again.
Chu Changge crossed his hands on his chest and looked down at the mediocre people: "Why don't you burn them to death? Those idiots who repay kindness with hatred can accept the kindness of others with peace of mind, but they still have to push their limits!"
More and more sounds were heard, and the noise was so disturbing that it felt like going to a market.
It wasn't until a figure slowly walked into everyone's sight that the voices became smaller and smaller and gradually disappeared.
Countless eyes focused on one person.
What is different from usual is that she is wearing a jet black gown, which looks like the ink splashed by a painter casually, smearing into the beautiful world.
There were three blood marks on the side of her face, which made her look even more charming and beautiful.
The wind blew her black shirt and silver hair, and her cold beautiful eyes looked down at her people indifferently.
Getting closer.
The people were awed and timid.
Qingge held her head high, raised her chin slightly, and stopped.
Her voice was ethereal and cold: "You are right, the eight wasteland runes do contain the secret to solving the abyssal catastrophe."
In the distance, Jiu Ci held Mo You's hand and looked at his beloved sister complicatedly.
As soon as these words came out, even Liu Yan'er and others looked at Qing Ge.
Even if this matter is true, as long as Ye Qingge refuses to admit it, he can still win the trust of the people in the world.
But on the other side of the sky, where the flames were thick, Uncle Mo's two eyes were completely different, eerily black and as red as blood.
The red pupils have no focus and are completely red without any other color.
And in the abyss with red eyes, there is a prison, and in the prison is a haggard white-haired beauty.
On the other side of Uncle Mo's black eyes, he stared at Qingge in front of the palace of God's Domain, and asked in a low voice: "Jiuci is back, what else will you do?"
"Sister, look, how similar they are today."
Uncle Mo said.
A female voice sounded: "Mo'er, there is no end to the sea of suffering, so why don't you understand..." "What don't I understand?"
Uncle Mo suddenly became crazy: "I inserted the soul-eating nail for you, but you want me to die! In your heart, am I no better than anyone else in the world?
In your heart, only royal power, wealth and honor are the most important. What does my younger brother mean to you?
I am nothing!"
"Sister, have you ever loved me?
You didn't! You once said you would always protect me, but it was all a lie!"
Uncle Mo shouted hysterically.
The female voice spoke again: "It is our clan's belief to take the world as our own responsibility, how can you go against our clan's belief?
Thirty thousand years later, are you still stubborn?
Do you want to extend our pain to others?
!Let the child named Ye Qingge go."
"No..." "Mo'er, Ye Jiuci will agree to sacrifice himself. He is willing to sacrifice to heaven. He is different from you."
"That's because Ye Qingge has been protecting him! When he learned about the sacrifice to heaven, he sent him away immediately! Instead of kneeling in front of him and begging him to sacrifice to heaven!"