Qingge was the only one left in the room. She was sitting on the couch playing with the Yingyue Dagger handed to her by the maidservant Jiuci sent to Yingyue Tower that day.
Anyone who sees this dagger, like the building owner, can freely mobilize the killers of Yingyue Tower with grades below nine.
Qingge frowned. She thought about countless possibilities, but Jiuci's style of doing things was too exaggerated and abrupt, so Qingge didn't have a clue.
Qingge put away the Yingyue Dagger and thought carefully about the four continents dynasty.
Tomorrow, the North Korean competition officially begins.
During the four-continent competition, it was not only the strength of cultivation that was tested, but also skills such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting, formations, and the Five Elements.
Each of the four continents can send fifteen people to participate in the competition. These fifteen people are all the elites among the geniuses in the four continents.
The light singer dipped his pen in his hand, hesitated three times, and gradually wrote down the names of the people participating in the competition.
She is one of them. Emperor Yungui, Long Shitian, Liu Yan'er and You'er of Ye Shen Palace are indispensable.
After Qingge thought for a while, he never wrote down Ye Qingcheng's name.
She and Di Yungui can all abandon the past and become Dongzhou people from now on.
But Ye Qingcheng is different. There are four tribes in the five continents of the Tianyu. Ye Qingcheng is a member of the Huanyue Temple, one of the four tribes. It would be inappropriate to participate in the Four Continents Dynasty, which would damage the majesty of the Huanyue Temple.
Compared to her Dongzhou, Huanyue Temple and Ye Qingcheng's master Qin Zong are more capable of protecting her.
In addition to the people from Ye Shen Palace, Qingge chose some young people under Ye Jingfeng, making up a total of fifteen people.
After giving Liang Xiao the list of the court competitions, Qingge called for Uncle Wei.
"Uncle Wei, please remember that you must not attract the guardians of the Nine Realms unless it is absolutely necessary. I have a friend in the Nine Realms, but I cannot disturb anyone above him." Qing Ge said with seriousness and seriousness.
"Yes." Wei Bo bowed.
"How did your investigation go with that matter?" Qing Ge asked.
"We have a clue, but we can't be too blatant, otherwise we will alert the snake. If the Wang family is alerted and the Wang family takes precautions, it will be bad." Wei Bo said: "The Wang family's mansion is the largest mansion in the Five Continents. Under the mansion,
, there is a secret underground palace, where Wang Yunhe, the head of the Wang family, trains the royal soldiers."
There was an inexplicable luster in Qingge's eyes, "The dead soldiers of the royal palace, the soldiers of the heavens, are invincible, blood is flowing for thousands of miles, and not a blade of grass grows."
The dead men of the Wang family, also known as Tianxiao, are people like You'er. They are like puppets without souls and the ability to think, and are controlled by the palace.
"Look into this matter more carefully," Qing Ge said.
"Did the East Emperor want to use this matter to bring down the Wang family?" Wei Bo thought deeply, then shook his head, "The Wang family used the secret magic banned by the clan to control the Tianxiao puppet. It is impossible for the clan not to know about such a thing. All we can say is
They are colluding with others, like a nest of snakes and rats, and with the help of the clan, they cannot eradicate the Wang family."
"The nine realms of the clan are all the same, how can we talk about justice and humanity." Qingge sneered, pondered for a moment, and raised an eyebrow, "Uncle Wei, is there any way to make Tianxiao work for me?"
Wei Bo suddenly raised his head and looked at Qing Ge in surprise. This idea was so bold and so exciting.
The Wang family's 30,000 heavenly warriors are so powerful that they are endlessly powerful.
"The head of the Wang family will not dispatch Tianxiao easily, for he is afraid that Tianxiao is an army of dead soldiers for the palace to protect his life." Wei Bo said: "Tianxiao's dead body is kept in the underground palace of the palace, and I don't know what kind of secret skills Wang Yunhe uses. Just that mechanism
There are so many underground palaces that not even I can enter."
"This matter is not urgent. The most urgent thing is Jiu Ci."
"Don't worry, Emperor Dong. With the old slave here, Master Yingyue cannot get close to Emperor Dong."
"..."
Outside the house, there were a lot of strange movements, the ground trembled and shook, the tables and chairs in the house were unstable, and teacups fell on the floor.
Qingge and Wei Bo looked at each other, lifted the rouge-colored curtain and walked out of the room.
Qingge raised her head and looked up at the sky, her beautiful eyes reflecting the brilliant and bright holy light.
In the sky, in the direction of the divine realm, seven streams of fire converged into one, and finally merged together like an arrow from a string, rushing upwards, and then being swallowed up somewhere.
That's——
Qingge frowned and pursed her thin lips.
"Such a strange scene can only appear when the ancient powerful awaken." Wei Bo said in surprise: "Who will be awakening at this moment?"
An ancient strongman?
Qing Ge's eyes flashed, and she thought of someone almost at the same time as Feng Qi.
God King.
The God King's Mansion has always preserved the body of the God King. It reincarnates every ten thousand years, seizes the blessings of the sun and the moon, and then uses the Heaven Sacrifice Spirit Formation as a medium to awaken the true soul.
That day on Dingshan Mountain, the God King had not yet awakened, but Qing Ge could not find the God King's body either. It was feared that someone had already reached it first.
Looking at where the strange light went, it could be that the body of the God King was in the God's Domain.
When the Dingshan Mountain God Palace was passed down, emptiness was also there. Could this matter be related to emptiness?
"Such a familiar aura, it really is him." Feng Qi's voice was long and thin, filled with a little laziness and a hint of sarcasm.
"Why did the God King awaken at this moment?"
"Someone must have rescued him and wanted his soul to awaken. However, I and Nan Xueluo are preparing to fight for the pill stone in Xizhou. It is too strange for the God King to awaken at this time? It seems that someone did it deliberately."
Fengqi discovered the doubts.
He sang softly and said, "It seems that this Xizhou is a place of right and wrong."
"Girl, are you scared?" Feng Qi asked in a lazy voice.
Qingge's eyes suddenly flashed with sharp light, and thunder flashed, "Your Majesty, do I seem to be someone you are afraid of?"
The empress laughed, with tears filling her eyes.
Divine Realm, Ice Palace.
Kong Kong stood in the center of the glittering formation on the ground of the Ice Palace, with a shining light covering his body. His handsome and feminine face was full of sinister aura at this moment.
He clapped his hands in the air, and the lid of the ice coffin not far in front suddenly rose and opened, and the seven-color stream of light from the sky captured a bit of bright red cinnabar between the God King's eyebrows.
The moment the God King opened his eyes, everyone in the world seemed to hear the desolate and sad Xiao Yin.
The face of the God King is covered with frost, with three thousand black hairs as black as ink, hanging down supplely, with sharp edges and corners, and perfect outlines, like the most perfect handicraft in the hands of the Creator. His lips are bright red, his eyebrows are dotted with cinnabar, and his eyes are long and narrow but not sharp or sinister.
Haoran's righteousness has only compassion for all living beings. However, after the compassion is gone, it is like the broken sharp energy is stitched together, leaving only boundless murderous intent and contempt.
That contempt, I don’t know whether it is disdain for people in the world, or contempt for lovers.
He stood up from the coffin gracefully and slowly. The breeze blew up his purple clothes and long hair. When he raised his hand and turned his eyes, he looked like a handsome and elegant young man from an ancient family.
"The red leaves are falling from the sky, and the dogs are being slaughtered with a proud smile. There are embarrassments in all directions. Who knows that my fingers are so soft, and who knows that my phoenix is in love."
"It can be calculated that all the secrets of heaven are in Penglai's heart, but it cannot be calculated that Fengqi and the wind will go through reincarnation."
He lowered his head and chanted softly, with a faint and elegant smile on his lips; standing in the brilliant light, he was an elegant nobleman in the world, a poet who sympathized with the common people, and an infatuated person who was deeply in love and never regretted it.
, at the last moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and there was a cold and sharp evil spirit hidden under the mist.