Even though she is terminally ill, even though she has never become famous with her true strength in three thousand generations, her legend is still spread in this land.
Among the thousands of clans, who is not shocked by the miracles one after another?
How many people had been waiting for her to set foot on the top of the mountain. Wherever the Ming King's blade passed, there were corpses everywhere! How many people had been looking forward to it, but it was a pity that such a heroic woman fell on the bed.
This world is finally missing an amazing and talented person.
In the world below, in front of the ocean of enlightenment, Patriarch Bai also chatted with Lu Wenshan: "Elder Lu, I heard that you once praised Princess Ji very much. It will be your regret that she can't come to the Martial Arts Association this time.
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Chief Bai asked.
Lu Wenshan frowned and sighed: "It's not just my regret. Although her strength is at the origin level, the world's most talented people are waiting for her. Countless young cultivators,
I am also looking forward to her sharp edge.
It's a pity, it's a pity, how can a person with such high spirits and radiance be so weak that he can't get out of bed or lift a knife?"
Patriarch Bai nodded: "As the disciples of the Seven Swords Sect said, maybe she is tired.
Once she has a good rest, the world will still be full of bloodshed because of her appearance."
Lu Chen and Bai Liuyun stood on one side, looking thoughtfully at the ocean of enlightenment in front of them.
Yes, there are many practitioners who are looking forward to her but also regret her.
"It's a pity that she probably won't be able to see guests like this. Even if she goes to the Demon Realm to visit her, she won't be able to see the former Night Empress."
Bailiuyundao.
Lu Chen looked up, and the flash of red shocked his eyes.
"Uncle Ye and Princess Ji both love red clothes."
Lu Chen smiled: "Princess Ji is terminally ill, and Uncle Ye has become famous. Do you think they are the same person?"
boom.
Lu Wenshan punched Lu Chen on the head and frowned: "Nonsense, one is a man and the other is a woman, how can they be the same person?
What's more, Princess Ji is covered in wounds, and she is a warrior who takes baths and fights without restraint. Look at your Uncle Ye, who burns incense and bathes all day long. He cleans up more cleanly than a woman, and the fragrance is heavier than Jiang Ru. She may
Is it the iron-blooded Princess Ji?"
Lu Chen gently rubbed his head and blinked his eyes, it was exactly what his father said.
It is said that Princess Ji has thunderous skills and is decisive in killing, never caring about her own scars or appearance.
Not like his Uncle Ye... Lu Chen looked up again and looked at the young man standing in the sky. He was no less impressive in front of geniuses like Shen Qingxiao and Jiang Ruyan.
Lu Chen thought of Uncle Ye's encouragement, clenched his fists, and his eyes were filled with awe-inspiring determination.
One day, he will become just like Uncle Ye.
It was not just Lu Chen who was equally admiring and determined, but also Bai Liuyun beside him.
In the following time, the martial arts young people continued to randomly select places for the sea-crossing trial. By the time the sea-crossing trial ended, it was already three days later.
The disciples who successfully crossed the sea took the flying monster presented by the Martial Arts Association to the other side of the ocean.
The remaining disciples are waiting for the masters from the Martial Arts Association to use magic to separate the ocean of enlightenment and remove all oppression.
Qing Ge stood on top of the flying monsters, overlooking the ocean of enlightenment and the outline of the mountains in the distance. The flying monsters beside her were her most familiar comrades.
Dressed in white, the city is captivated at night, Liu Yan'er has a heroic appearance, and her sword aura is as powerful as Long Shitian.
Qing Ge exhaled and smiled sincerely.
If you have someone to accompany you on this journey, you won't be too lonely.
On the way to the Martial Arts Association, Qingge heard a voice again: "We are from the same roots."
Qingge suddenly looked around. On the horizon, on the clouds, a blind old man pushed a young man in a wheelchair, walking forward like a fairy. The young man's back was turned to her. Qingge could only vaguely see the waves fluttering in the wind.
A few strands of black hair.
Suddenly, that gentle and pleasant voice rang in my ears again: "We should return to our homeland. This world is rejecting us."
Qingge had a headache. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples with her fingertips. The moment she closed her eyes slightly, the sky and the earth rotated, and she realized that the ocean was roaring, waves rolled on the sea surface, and the rising sun seemed like
Swallowed by a giant, the sky was gray and hazy, with thunder roaring and heavy rain pouring.
Qingge suddenly opened her eyes and looked around, but there was no one there. She looked down again and saw that there were no traces of flying monsters on the soles of her feet, only bloody thorns.
The thorns kept growing, and looking forward along the thorns, she saw a naked girl hanging high in the sky, with thorny thorns passing through her skin and body, forming a twisted and weird dress, with blood flowing along the
As the thorns kept sliding down, she drooped her head, seemingly lifeless.
At that moment, Qingge's hair stood on end and she frowned.
"who is she?"
Qing Ge asked.
The sound of "crunching" sounded, and Shen Qingxiao sat in a wheelchair, coming from the thorns everywhere, and looked at the girl with bruises along with Qing Ge.
"She is blind."
"..." Qing Ge frowned and said nothing.
"You cried your eyes out for me."
Shen Qingxiao smiled and said: "Look at the wounds on her body, every one of them was stabbed by me."
"Why?"
The fingertips feel slightly cold when singing softly.
"That year, I was imprisoned on an isolated island by other organizations, and only she could hear my voice."
Shen Qingxiao said slowly: "My greatest pleasure every day is talking to her. Her voice is the light in the darkness, and she is also the love of my life."
"Later, this fool actually believed it and really came to me. She was such a coward and walked through the thorns on the ground to find me.
Do you know how much it hurts me to see the injuries all over her body?"
Shen Qingxiao's voice is still very plain and gentle as water, but the song captures the fleeting grief and sadness.
Qingge looked at the girl in front of her who was pierced by thorns, and she realized that every thorn was covered with thick, bright red blood.
The girl is like a sick devil, imprisoned by thorns in the ashes of despair.
Qing Ge's heart felt a dull pain.
"She loves you very much."
Qingge said.
"But you know, I don't even have the courage to hug her."
Shen Qingxiao smiled and said: "She was on the edge of the island. Below was the deep sea like a cliff. Countless thorns dragged her down. She stretched out her hand to me. She was so confident. She believed that I would also stretch out my hand to her.
Bring her up.
but I do not have."
"I didn't hug her, nor did I reach out to her. I just watched her being dragged down by the thorns."
"I knelt on the edge of the island and told her, I'm sorry."
"I thought that at the moment she was dying, she would accuse me and blame me."
"But you know, when she disappeared, I heard her voice, a very gentle voice."
"She said, don't cry, I will feel bad."
"Why is she so stupid? She clearly lives under the sun, why would she come to my lonely island?
But when I said it casually, how could she believe it?"