The existence of the Dead Air Tombs on the Dingshan Mountain is thousands of miles of wasteland, which shows how terrifying the Dead Air Tombs are.
When Qingge walked calmly and calmly into the Tomb of Death without any hesitation, in the eyes of everyone, Qingge was already a dying person.
As everyone knows, Qingge is not acting recklessly, because she feels that the terrifying and terrifying atmosphere is very warm.
Like a person who has been cold for a long time bathing in the sun, warm and friendly.
Bang——
There was a sound like porcelain being broken.
Countless black threads came overwhelmingly to cover it, like a series of sharp swords, and they would not give up until thousands of arrows pierced Qing Ge's heart.
Qingge's eyes narrowed slightly, and she gently raised her hand, her jade hands were bright and green.
All the black lines of breath penetrated into her body along the thousands of pores, and the twenty-fifth red veins were like springs with a strong suction force, madly swallowing up all the evil breath, strangulating and crushing it.
, that domineering and powerful force seems to be able to crush everything that is impregnable in the world, and this is the essence of Devouring a Path.
Singing softly, it was like walking on flat ground, like walking through an uninhabited land. When I walked to the center of the Death Tomb, I slowly sat down with a flick of my sleeves. I lazily raised my eyes to look at Liu Yan'er and said softly: "This position is quite comfortable."
Liu Yan'er smiled slightly, she knew that this was the case. After following Qing Ge for a long time, her heart was already strong, but the disciples of Tiandiyuan were all stunned and had not yet recovered from the shock.
Baili Qingfeng's laughter came from the distance. Seeing Lin Feng's ugly face, Baili Qingfeng laughed even more happily, "Oh, I seemed to hear a sound in a trance, a crackling sound. When I listened carefully, it seemed like that
The sound of a slap in the face.”
Lin Feng's veins popped out, his face darkened and he lowered his voice: "Get out!"
Baili Qingfeng shrugged, "Are you angry with shame? Do you feel a burning pain on your face?"
Lin Feng's face was twitching fiercely, and he wished he could beat the man in front of him more than ten times to relieve his anger.
On the side, Wang Qinghong's sharp eyes looked coldly at Qing Ge in the Death Qi Tomb.
There is the best place to inherit the Shattering Blade Divine Bow.
The Broken Blade Divine Bow is the dream of countless archers.
"Go to the Tomb of Death." The sinister and cold and distant voice sounded in Wang Qinghong's mind.
"Not very good." Wang Qinghong frowned. After all, he was from a big family, how could he do such a shameless thing, "Your Excellency Nan, Broken Feng was forged by your husband, so our chances of winning should be better.
Big, location is not that important.”
Nan Xueluo sneered: "It was made by my husband. How did you know that it was made by my husband for Feng Qi and given to Feng Qi? Feng Qi is really haunted and wants to steal the divine bow. That night
Qing Ge has Feng Qi’s help. If you wait at the perfect location of the Tomb of Death, Sui Feng, don’t even think about it, there’s no chance.”
Hearing this, Wang Qinghong stood up with a gloomy face.
"Qinghong?" Baili Qingfeng was very puzzled.
"Follow me."
After Wang Qinghong said that, he moved his long legs and walked straight towards the Tomb of Death.
When they came to the Dead Air Tomb, the Tiandiyuan disciples who thought they were leaving Dingshan Hill unexpectedly entered the Dead Air Tomb. They were all extremely happy. However, this happiness had solidified again before it could be exaggerated. When they saw Wang Qinghong and others, they were so imposing.
But come.
Dean Lin seemed to have noticed something, and moved forward to stop Wang Qinghong. Lin Feng's sword came out, and the sharp blade flashed with cold light, blocking Dean Lin's path.
The disciples of Tiandiyuan are not as timid as mice. Even when facing people from the palace, seeing that Lin Feng's approach was not good, all the disciples drew their weapons and were on alert, ready to respond to the enemy at any time.
A pair of soft boots embroidered with gold threads stopped in front of Qingge. Qingge lowered her eyes and moved her eyes upward along the pair of soft boots, and saw Wang Qinghong overlooking her.
Fengqi said: "Look at how wicked you are. You beat people to the point where they don't even dare to see anyone anymore."
Qingge: "..." She was dominated by the blood demon, so it was good to be able to save Wang Qinghong's life.
"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a wise minister chooses his master to serve. Miss Ye, with your talent and strength, Zhongzhou Tiandiyuan is already a small temple. Girl, please come to my palace. As long as the girl is willing, the position of guest minister in the palace can be given to the girl."
Open up." Wang Qinghong said in a high-profile manner, with a tone that sounded like charity and self-righteousness, because he believed that no cultivator in the world or in the realm of gods would refuse Wang Qinghong's invitation.
In this way, Wang Qinghong can logically claim the location of the Dead Qi Tomb and obtain the Shattering Blade Divine Bow from the Divine King's Mansion.
Qingge's lips twitched slightly, was Wang Qinghong sending the beggar away?
Isn't that a very powerful position to be the inner guest of the royal palace...
"Sorry, I'm not interested." Qingge said indifferently.
As smart as she is, she naturally understands that Wang Qinghong wanted the place where the Heaven and Earth Courtyard was before because it was an excellent place.
Now I came to the Dead Air Tomb again, with the intention of visiting the Dead Air Tomb.
It seems that the real perfect place is in the Tomb of Death, and Qing Ge is a half-assed success.
Since she came to set the hillside, she naturally wanted to get the Broken Edge Divine Bow. She could pierce the Yangtze River with arrows at a hundred steps without missing a beat. She would use the bow as her king and her arrows as a god, tearing the air apart and splattering the sky with blood!
She is bound to win.
That was the divine bow given to Feng Qi by the God King. Wouldn't it be a joke if she couldn't get it?
Everyone was envious that Qingge could get the qualification to enter the palace, but in a moment, Qingge refused unceremoniously. The position of the inner guest of the palace seemed not worth mentioning in her eyes.
Wang Qinghongxu narrowed his eyes and looked at Qingge.
Although Qing Ge was sitting down, his aura was not inferior to Wang Qinghong's.
Suddenly, Qing Ge felt a sharp pain in her mind, and Feng Qi's emotions residing in her spiritual world seemed to have boiled to an extreme point.
"What did you notice?" Qing Ge's soul asked via voice transmission.
Feng Qi closed his eyes for a long time and said calmly: "That bitch is still alive. It's really a narrow road for enemies. We have old and new grudges. It's time to forget about it."
Qing Ge narrowed her eyes, it seemed that Nan Xueluo, the wife of the God King, was in the same situation as Feng Qi, except that Nan Xueluo was living in Wang Qinghong's body.
In this case, there is destined to be a life-and-death battle between her and Wang Qinghong.
"Dean Lin, you disciples of Zhongzhou Tiandiyuan, what qualifications do you have to occupy the place of Death Qi Tomb?"
Since Ye Qingge doesn't give face to the toast, there is no need for Wang Qinghong to do anything extra. He can go straight to the designated purpose with a simple and crude single shot. This is what Wang Qinghong should do when he comes to the Tomb of Death.
Tail.
Dean Lin's expression changed. The gods' heavens had distinct hierarchies. If the Tomb of Death had not been so terrifying, this position would have been occupied long ago.
According to their qualifications, Zhongzhou Tiandiyuan really shouldn't be standing here.
Dean Lin glanced at Qingge worriedly, not wanting to cause trouble.
There is nothing good that can happen to Yu Qingge if she offends the palace.
How can genius be nipped in the bud before it can take flight?