At the critical moment, Feng Qi was still teasing and joking, and the corners of Qing Ge's mouth twitched twice.
Feng Qi snorted, and then said: "But, can this kind of broken stone be used as a family treasure? It can be seen that today's cultivation civilization is really backward. As early as in ancient times, things that I could solve with just a raise of my eyelids,
It bothers you so much."
Inside Qingge's clothes, the little firefinch huddled up.
In the past six months, the firebird has been showing little energy and has been sleeping in Qingge's clothes.
The last time he woke up was when he swallowed the crystal energy in the veins.
At this moment, the firefinch nestled in the lapel suddenly moved its little head.
A pair of eyes suddenly opened, and the ruby-like eyes turned very cleverly.
The firebird took a deep breath, and the light in its eyes became brighter and brighter.
Wow!
It smells so good!
…
Qingge didn't pay attention to Firebird. Even if Firebird woke up at this moment, she would still have to concentrate on fighting.
At this moment, the deformed spirit beast forced Ye Xuanji to have no way to retreat. Ye Xuanji could no longer retreat. She regarded death as home and was not afraid in the face of danger. She raised her head and looked directly at the deformed spirit beast.
When the deformed spirit beast was about to swallow Ye Xuanji, a light and shadow came as fast as thunder, as fast as the wind and as light as winter snow.
The deformed spirit beast was about to swallow Ye Xuanji in one gulp, but after swallowing it, it discovered that Ye Xuanji had disappeared.
No, to be precise, Ye Xuanji was taken away by the light and shadow just now.
But on the right side, I saw a woman in red clothes landing on one knee, holding Ye Xuanji firmly in her arms.
Ye Xuanji was held in Qingge's arms, and her hands subconsciously hugged Qingge's neck. She raised a pair of indifferent eyes and looked at the woman's impeccable and beautiful profile in surprise. Deep in her calm eyes, there was a trace of
The ripples spread slowly.
Qingge turned her back to the deformed spirit beast and looked at Ye Xuanji with lowered eyes, "Why?"
Why did he sacrifice his life to save her, and why did he lead away the deformed spirit beast alone?
Even before that, he did not hesitate to offend Wang Qinghong to show his kindness to her, but he had no intention of flattering her at all.
I don’t understand Qingge.
"There are three thousand avenues, and all living things have a certain destiny. I don't want to watch the gods fall in the eyes of mediocrity." Ye Xuanji said in a calm tone.
roar!
Behind him, the deformed spirit beast roared, and a lot of spittle shot out from the deformed spirit beast's bloody mouth. The blood-red spittle turned into thousands of arrows and shot towards Qingge.
Qingge put down Ye Xuanji, stood up slowly, and turned to face the deformed spirit beast.
Qing Ge narrowed her eyes, and a sharp light suddenly appeared. She slashed with her sword, and the vicious beast King Ming appeared above her. With a roar, he rushed towards thousands of blood-red arrows and deformed spiritual beasts.
Thousands of blood arrows were shot down and turned into rain of blood, spraying down. Looking up, the rain of blood in the sky was reflected in the black eyes.
The song was slow and slow, and he stretched out his left hand, and a rouge umbrella with a clear and melodious sound appeared in his hand.
The light singer holds the rouge umbrella, blocking countless blood rains, and shielding Ye Xuanji from the blood rain.
"Innocent, you want to block the erosion of the rain of blood with a broken umbrella?" Wang Qinghong shook his head and smiled disdainfully.
The smile on Wang Qinghong's face froze, and then gradually disappeared. The picture reflected in his eyes seemed to be an extremely beautiful, noble and ancient scroll.
The rouge umbrella in the light singer actually blocked the erosion of the blood rain. The blood rain sprayed all over the umbrella surface, but the umbrella surface was not damaged at all.
Qingge looked up at the exquisite and beautiful rouge umbrella, her eyes and expressions were in a trance.
This is the rouge umbrella given to her by Jin Chanzi when she and Ji Yue were engaged at Si Xing Ye Mansion.
The only weapon she is proficient in is the Mingwang Sword, and she rarely uses the Rouge Umbrella.
But he didn't expect that this rouge umbrella could resist the attack of Nan Ling Blood Jade.
Qingge's eyes were quite moist and slightly red.
She missed Master.
Jin Chanzi's skill in refining weapons would be extremely strong even in the realm of the gods.
It's just that Jin Chanzi didn't want to abandon his wife and go to the heaven of gods alone, so he kept hiding his strength.
Qing Ge couldn't help but think too much, and the blood raindrops that fell to the ground gradually gathered together and returned to the body of the deformed spirit beast.
Seeing this, Wang Qinghong obviously didn't want to let Qingge breathe, so he directly controlled Nanling Blood Jade and used phantom power again.
The deformed spirit beast was controlled by the Nanling Blood Jade, and its size increased several times. Its wings carried it to high altitudes, and everywhere it passed, there was a rain of blood beneath it.
The deformed spirit beast descended from the sky and pounced towards Qing Ge.
The rouge umbrella can only block the rain of blood, but it cannot block the huge deformed spirit beast.
When the deformed spirit beast was gliding downward, it saw blood-like viscous bodies appearing in all directions of Qingge, and it was constantly crawling towards Qingge.
Even if the rouge umbrella is useful and can withstand the devouring erosion above the head, it cannot withstand the blood on the ground.
Qingge glanced at Ye Xuanji who had already stood up, and then hit Ye Xuanji behind with a palm. She saw Ye Xuanji draw an arc in the air like a scarecrow, and then fell towards the safe place where Nanzhou Chaobi was.
Ye Xuanji flipped her body a few times and landed on one knee. She stood up suddenly and looked at Qingge in disbelief, with a hint of shame in her eyes.
Qingge smiled bitterly and whispered to himself: "What kind of god is that? It's just a human being."
Suddenly, Qingge narrowed her eyes, and a cold light shone in her eyes.
She could survive the thunder of the sky, and she could stop the pain of the relics, so how could she be willing to die on a piece of broken jade?
Qing Ge secretly observed Wang Qinghong from the corner of her eyes. If she had a head-on confrontation with a deformed spirit beast, she would probably have a fierce battle.
But if she snatches away the Nan Ling Blood Jade and forcibly breaks the spiritual connection between the Nan Ling Blood Jade and Wang Qinghong, her winning rate will increase a lot.
Just as Qingge was about to snatch away, the fire bird poked its head out from Qingge's clothes, its large, blood-red, clear and spiritual eyes stared directly at the deformed spirit beast, and then blinked.
The firebird fluttered its wings and flew in front of Qingge, no higher than Qingge's head.
The firebird scratched its neck and stared at the deformed spirit beast with its big eyes and small eyes.
At this moment, countless eyes fell on the firebird, and they were all shocked.
The atmosphere was once awkward and condensed.
Qingge looked at the fire bird and became embarrassed.
Apart from Wang Qinghong, there is only one other court official left in Beizhou, the Third Young Master Wang.
The Third Young Master Wang and Wang Qinghong hated Qingge together. After seeing the Firefinch, the Third Young Master Wang laughed exaggeratedly, pointed at the Firefinch, and laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe, and said: "East Emperor, this is
How strong are you? This sick and broken bird? I think you were rushed to the hospital because of your illness."
"Miss Ye is an Eastern Emperor after all. You have to save her some face and see through it without telling her." Wang Qinghong sarcastically said.
The Third Young Master Wang immediately bowed seriously: "Brother taught you a lesson very well. The Emperor of the East wants some face before his death. My brother cannot ruin her face."
Wang Qinghong smiled happily.
The pilgrims in the sword array space, hundreds of thousands of people in the six rings inside and outside the altar, all stared at the little firebird in confusion.
The firebird closed its eyes and took a deep breath of contentment.