"It is not a legend that an arrow shoots the sun, splits the moon, and collapses mountains and rivers."
"..."
Qingge seemed to be bewitched and actually moved.
Her consciousness penetrated into the sacred tree space and came to the place where the evil seal was buried, intending to take out the sealed evil seal and occupy it again.
When the whirling formation of heaven and earth splits open again, it will be the time when the Lord of Twilight City reappears in the sky!
She will lead the Twilight Army and thousands of resentful spirits to fight against the right path of this world to the end!
"Young Master Ye." A soft voice sounded, like a clear spring in the mountains, suddenly dispelling the haze and all ambition and greed in Qingge's heart.
Qingge suddenly opened her eyes, and saw the brother and sister He Jinnan coming to her side at some point. He Hui raised her head, her eyes as bright as gems.
Qing Ge was slightly frightened when she thought about what happened just now. She was almost stunned.
What surprised her was that He Hui's voice was so clear that it could fight against the haze.
"Miss He, Nannan." Qingge nodded.
After her consciousness returned to clarity, Bao Gong Qi Ling seemed to know that she had taken advantage of the opportunity, and was so ashamed that she did not dare to speak anymore. He Hui took out a small, crystal clear medicine bottle from her sleeve and handed it to her.
He gave Qingge and said with a smile: "Young Master Ye, this is He Mansion's wine. It has the effect of repairing the soul. Just now when you released the resentful spirit under the Emperor Wu's golden drum, the soul seemed to
If you are traumatized, you need to take medicine in time."
He Jinnan frowned.
This wine is unique to He Mansion and was specially made for He Hui's illness. It is hard to find and very precious.
He Hui usually takes it by the number of drops, which shows how rare it is.
This girl was so good that she gave a whole bottle of nectar to Ye Wuhen!
This is a treatment that even a real brother doesn’t get!
He Jinnan was jealous.
Qingge could sense the identity of the medicinal materials in the wine through the bottle. By counting with his fingers, he could probably guess that it was specially used for healing.
Everyone knows that there is an old miracle doctor in Qinglianhe Mansion, whose medical skills are comparable to that of the King of Medicine.
If you think about it carefully, that was probably the miracle doctor He Xiangguo specially invited for He Hui.
He Hui's illness may not be serious, but it is definitely not minor.
The deepening pain can sometimes be fatal.
"The nectar is very precious, Miss He should keep it for herself." Qing Ge said, "Such a precious thing cannot be given away casually."
He Hui met the young man's hot eyes, fell deeply into them, and then whispered back: "Your soul is injured, very seriously."
Qing Ge narrowed her eyes, feeling surprised.
She thought He Hui was just concerned about her being attacked by a resentful spirit, but now it seems that He Hui can feel the state of her soul!
Since the incident with Regent Qinglian, her soul has always had ten spiritual eradication needles inserted, and it has become one with her.
Why can He Hui see it at a glance?
Moreover, when she was in a daze, He Hui's gentle words could bring her back to her original state.
He Hui forcefully stuffed the wine into Qing Ge's hand. When he touched the young man's white and soft palm, He Hui paused slightly.
Very delicate skin.
Like a woman.
"Have you touched enough?" the young man asked abruptly.
He Hui withdrew her hand like an electric shock, her ears were burning, and she looked at He Jinnan helplessly, speaking incoherently: "Second brother, I..."
"Xiaohui, give up on this idea. Grandpa will not agree with you."
He Jinnan said bluntly, and He Hui's whole face turned red and she was at a loss.
Qingge shrugged.
He Jinnan suddenly came up to him, winked, and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Ye, that poetry collection..."
"After the registration is completed, please ask Nannan Shark Demon City to describe it and give the collection of poems to Brother He." Qingge said.
A collection of poems copied from Shen Qingxiao was a perfect deal to win over He Jinnan.
The disciples of all races in Tuntian Square are still waiting. Not everyone can have the honor of Emperor Wu's Golden Drum.
The stone statues of Qian and Kun on both sides were destroyed by Ye Wuhen, and the people from the Martial Arts Association have gone to get new stone statues of Qian and Kun.
During this moment, Qingge swallowed the fine wine sent by He Hui in one gulp. He Jinnan's mouth twitched violently and his flesh hurt.
I have to say that this wine is indeed a good thing. Her soul seemed to be scorching hot, and it seemed to be more stable.
Especially the area where the spirit-removing needle was inserted was cured, and the pain that often accompanied her disappeared a lot.
Suddenly, Qingge felt as if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted off her body, and she felt relaxed.
Qing Ge was thinking about whether he should pay a visit to He Mansion one day and take away a few bottles of wine.
Not long after, the new stone statue of Qian and Kun was carried over, and the person carrying it was none other than Grandmaster Luo, who was as strong as an ox.
When Grandmaster Luo passed by carrying the huge stone statue of Qian Kun, he glared at Qing Ge fiercely.
Qingge: "..." She seemed to have offended a very important person.
What a great master!
The two stone statues of Qiankun were reset, and the disciples behind them continued to register.
The disciples after Ye Wuhen are——
"Demon Realm, Liu Yan'er!" Grandmaster Luo shouted at the top of his lungs.
Liu Yan'er glanced at Qingge from afar, then walked towards Yuanpan and came to the stone statue of Qiankun.
Luo Cheng said coldly: "Put your spiritual consciousness into the stone statue of Qiankun."
Liu Yaner concentrated her energy, and as Luo Cheng said, she penetrated a touch of spiritual consciousness into the stone statue of Qiankun.
Luo Cheng and the disciples of all ethnic groups are waiting for the registration results.
The Qiankun Stone Statue was as calm as the sea. Luo Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at the Qiankun Stone Statue with wide eyes, for fear that the Qiankun Stone Statue would break into pieces again.
No matter how much gold and silver the Martial Arts Association has in its treasury, it will never bring such a wasteful person.
Luo Cheng's face had all the features squeezed together, making it even uglier than crying.
After a while, the stone statue of Qiankun suddenly lit up with an eye-catching milky white light, and Luo Cheng's hanging heart finally calmed down.
Then I saw a sacred and majestic voice rang out from the stone statue of Qiankun:
"Liu Yan'er, a disciple of the Demon Realm, is in the early Origin Realm, a high-level swordsman, and has a body of ice evil. Magic profession: Qimen Escape Technique!"
"..."
The disciples of all races widened their eyes.
These geniuses are a bit too arrogant.
Either choose Qimen Shield Technique or Qimen Escape Technique.
Aren't you afraid of capsizing in the gutter?
Even Grandmaster Luo Cheng was stunned for a while. The odd Qimen magic profession would most likely not be seen for four to five years. Today was a good time, as two practitioners who chose the Qimen profession came directly.
Luo Cheng looked at Liu Yan'er standing in front of the Qiankun stone statue, his eyes widened, and he swallowed.
Lu Wenshan frowned and said: "Qimen Escape Technique and Qimen Shield Technique are equally unpopular. Brother Ye, you and the disciples from the Demon Realm are both geniuses who can trigger the ancestor's bloodline. It really shouldn't be." Qing Ge did not answer Lu.