Qingge stood in the scroll of the ancient battlefield, with the sounds of constant fighting in her ears, and her body wrapped in ghostly flames.
In front of her was the elegant and noble Snow Maiden.
Snow Girl's gentle expression suddenly turned fierce, "The Snow Spirit Bead is my heart, and I really can't give it to you. I can pass on the ghost flames and state of mind to you, but it's not that simple to take my things.
.”
Qingge frowned.
What the snow girl said was expected.
The sound of war drums penetrates the clouds and cracks the rocks.
The earth-shattering momentum makes people unable to take their eyes away.
Qing Ge realized that Empress Feng Qi on the top of the mountains had walked away unknowingly, and she only saw a lonely back fading away.
However, before she had time to think about it, she discovered that the snow girl and her ghost flame disappeared together.
She stood on the battlefield and saw millions of soldiers and horses walking out of the field on the right.
Qing Ge suddenly looked around, and there were all corpses around him.
She no longer smelled the fragrance, but the smell of blood filled her nose.
"Inheritor, if you survive three days, the ghostly flames and state of mind will be yours."
"Don't let me down, otherwise I will be angry."
The snow girl's voice seemed to echo in the valley.
"What if I can't survive it?" Qingge asked with a cold mask on her face.
Snow Girl's voice suddenly became a bit colder, "You have no choice but to endure it. This is the only choice, unless you want to die!"
The implication is quite simple.
In the three days of the trapped beast's battle, you either live or die.
In a moment, millions of soldiers and horses were in front of her, and they started to kill her in a ridiculous way.
With no way to retreat and no way to escape, she could only fight to the end.
Qingge stretched out his hand, and the Mingwang Sword appeared out of thin air.
Millions of soldiers surrounded her, and eighteen cold weapons were slashing at her. There were strong winds, and murderous intent was faint!
Qing Ge wandered among countless warriors, raising the knife in her hand and dropping her head. The blood demon flower suddenly appeared under her feet, carrying her and flying into the sky.
Stab——
When she was tired and slack, the sword in the hand of a warrior cut her back. Qingge's eyes turned green, and the evil spirit appeared outside, but she suddenly turned around, and the Mingwang sword drew a perfect arc in the sky, killing the warrior.
He was cut in half ruthlessly.
Blood splattered three feet, and the soul was cut off by the knife!
On Qingge's back, there was a shocking wound like a caterpillar.
For three days and nights, she didn't even have a moment's rest, so she could only fight non-stop.
Want to take a break?
OK.
Unless you die!
The test of the snow girl is cruel and the simplest and most brutal.
However, for Qing Ge, this is the joy of bathing in blood. She is a killer and lives for killing. In this absurd life, she has killed too many people and many people want to kill her.
Once, the boss of the organization said that no one could kill her, she could only die in his own hands.
With her own strength, she could kill millions of horses and soldiers, not to mention three days and three nights, even if she added ten days to them, even if she continued to kill them without stopping, she probably wouldn't be able to finish them all.
After the first day, Qingge's body was covered in bruises and scars, and every wound was deep enough to show the bones.
The dark green eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps on this bloody battlefield.
In the evening of the second day, the spiritual energy in Qingge Danhuo had dried up, and the knife in her hand could no longer release its strongest power.
She regarded death as if she were at home, holding the bloody knife in hand and walking forward, with lotuses growing every step of the way.
The sound of the tip of the knife rubbing against the ground seemed to play a melodious sound leading to the underworld.
The officers and soldiers of the three armies retreated one after another when facing her.
Everyone who stood in her way exploded to death in an instant.
The spiritual power is like thousands of swords, strangulating crazily.
boom!
The frozen water in the Five Elements talent spurted out from her body. With her as the center, all people within ten steps were frozen, and the moon flames spurted out, burning the frozen people.
.
Thousands of blood demon blades, entwined with evil spirits, howled fiercely in the bloody wind.
One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.
Even if her body goes into shock, she will still go into hysterics.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and half of a million soldiers were slaughtered by her.
Qingge seemed to have forgotten about the three-day appointment. Her eyes turned red and she fought with all her might. She did not close her eyes for three days and three nights.
Bang!
A long spear penetrated her kneecap from the side and was then pulled out.
Qingge's eyes suddenly widened, a mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth, her knees were painful and weak, and she knelt on the ground.
She stuck the Mingwang Sword on the ground and supported the Mingwang Sword with all her strength.
Qingge's mouth and chin were covered with thick blood. In a blink of an eye, she was surrounded by people, with swords, guns, swords and halberds pointing at her.
Qing Ge was kneeling on the ground, with white hair and green eyes, like a fierce ghost.
ah--
She suddenly raised her head, glared angrily, and shouted. The evil energy in her red veins was like a tornado, blowing out in all directions. The warriors who surrounded and suppressed her were swallowed up by the evil energy until even the dregs were left.
Perhaps, even Qing Ge himself didn't know that the evil energy pouring out of the twenty-fifth tendons was like a wild horse that could not be controlled. It was like the poisonous energy barrier of the empire, quickly spreading out and touching the evil energy.
The person's muscles, veins, flesh and bone marrow were all devoured by evil spirits.
Normally, Qing Ge keeps suppressing the evil spirit for two reasons.
First, the evil spirit is derived from the Blood Demon Flower, and the Blood Demon Flower has a strong Yin Qi and blood energy. Although it can help her in battle, she knows clearly in her heart that since the Blood Demon Flower merged into her body, she has been thinking about it all the time.
To swallow up her sanity.
If she doesn't contain the evil spirit, once the evil spirit becomes strong, it will be out of control.
By then, there will be no way back.
As for the second one, it comes from the nature of light singing.
Perhaps, she is not as kind as Lan Wu and is an out-and-out villain, but the evil killing method is too bloody and cruel.
Therefore, even if the evil spirit has extremely terrifying fighting power, she does not dare to mess around.
After all, no matter how many people she killed or how many dark things she experienced, there was still a pure land in her heart.
The world is a big dye vat, and it has been dyed colorfully.
She knelt in the desert, raised her head and screamed, the evil spirit spread endlessly, and millions of soldiers died in the wind.
At the same time, Qingge's red veins became clearer.
Evil spirit, boundlessly powerful.
With her green eyes, in an instant, the ancient battlefield world was sealed in ice, and clusters of moonfire sprayed out in every corner.
Creatures, all disappear!
Man, death!
Qing Ge endured the severe pain in her kneecaps and stood up, looking with green eyes at the woman in the blue fire robe in the distance.
Xue Nu walked over quietly and saw the blood flowing down Qingge's knees. She also looked at the millions of soldiers who had been wiped out and the murderous aura emanating from Qingge's body.
"If it were an ancient battlefield, you would be an excellent killer." Xue Nu said as if she was sighing.
"Perhaps Your Majesty Xue Nu will die in the hands of a killer like me." Qing Ge tilted her head and said contemptuously, with a wild and bloody temper and exposed fangs.
And this is her nature.
Xue Nu stared at Qing Ge for a long time, then chuckled and said, "Maybe."
Xue Nu walked up to Qingge, pointed her jade finger, and a cluster of faint fireworks penetrated into the bloody hole in Qingge's kneecap where she was stabbed. The pain of crying blood made Qingge frown.
However, she didn't even hum, and just endured the pain.