In the territory of Beizhou, the royal palace is in charge.
Wang Qinghong is the eldest son and young master of the palace. Since his birth, no one has ever dared to ridicule him in public.
I'm afraid that Chu Changge, who was ruthless and outspoken, dared to mock Wang Qinghong so blatantly.
But what Chu Changge said was true. Wang Qinghong was dissatisfied and was speechless for a moment.
Chu Changge glanced at Wang Qinghong and smiled coldly, "Beizhou has been overrun with casual cultivators recently, and there are even many heinous people on the wanted list. As the young master of the palace, you have never put your mind on this. Wang
Young Master, it seems that the life and death of the people of Beizhou are not taken seriously by you at all."
Chu Changge's sincere words were a metaphor for Wang Qinghong's unworthiness to be the young master of the palace.
Although the palace is headed by the head of the family, Wang Yunhe, there is a second elder who has been coveting and eyeing him, so he has to be on guard.
Chu Changge's words caused Wang Qinghong's complexion to change drastically. He immediately smiled and replied: "Master Chu, once someone is killed in Beizhou, I will go and check it out. How can I, the people of Beizhou?"
I don’t care, Master Chu’s words are different.”
"What do you care about? This is what your father should care about. Why do you want to overstep the mark at such a young age and think you are the head of the family?" Chu Changge said with a smile.
Wang Qinghong's face turned pale and his pupils tightened, "Master Chu, please think twice before speaking. As a son of man, I will never dare to do such arrogant things!"
Chu Changge raised his eyebrows and said in a light tone, "Why are you so anxious, Mr. Wang? I just said it casually and unintentionally. Why should you take it to heart? Otherwise, others will see it and think that Mr. Wang is a guilty conscience."
"Master Chu..." Wang Qinghong's face turned ashen, then turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He wanted to defend himself, but in the end he remained silent.
Wang Qinghong seems to be cynical, carefree, and unruly, but in fact every word he says is a trap.
Wang Qinghong was deeply hurt by this and did not dare to defend him anymore, fearing that the portrayal would become darker and darker.
"Elder Lin, General Liu, all sect leaders, it's getting late, it's time to take the final step of the imperial ceremony." Feng Qingyang stood up gracefully and slowly from the chair, with a warm face, smiled, and said softly.
Lin Heshan nodded, "This pilgrimage has been going on for almost half a month, and it has indeed taken too long. The last step of the pilgrimage is also a crucial step. Dear pilgrims, please enter the altar.
Among them, there are the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter, as well as the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth. As early as a few months ago, the clan had sent people to put the demon puppets into the altar. Whoever hunts the most demon puppets is determined by their strength.
The symbol of!”
After Lin Heshan said that, as soon as he raised his hand, many waiters came and opened the door of the altar.
The altar has three floors, and everyone is standing on the first floor.
In the center of the first layer, there is a disk as the center, and the two layers are stacked.
The stone door of the altar was divided into two parts in the middle and moved upward and downward to create a spacious door.
Inside the door, there is a dark abyss, which makes people dare not stare carefully inside.
Demon puppets, as the name suggests, are made from demonic objects into puppets.
Demon puppets have no soul consciousness and are considered killing machines. Because of this, demon puppets have extremely high combat effectiveness and are often used to deal with half-demon.
Among the rivers in the Five Continents, the West Continent has the most half-demon. Except for the main city, the West Continent is the place where half-demon hordes live.
The half-demon in Xizhou have advanced intelligence. Some half-demon with adult IQ can even lead an army of half-demon.
"Ge'er, I feel the fluctuation of the elixir!" Feng Qi's slightly excited voice sounded in the spiritual world.
Qingge looked in a daze, her eyes trembled, and she half-narrowed her sharp eyes.
I'm afraid that Nan Xueluo also knows where the elixir is.
Qingge raised her eyes and looked at the aloof God King, but she didn't know what the purpose of the God King's coming here today.
That day after setting the hillside and passing on the mansion, the God King disappeared.
It appears again today, using the name of the clan to get involved in the disputes between the imperial court and the imperial court. It is really weird.
"Where is the alchemy stone?" Qing Ge asked.
"Inside the altar!" Feng Qi said word by word.
After recovering her physical body, she regained her strength and was no longer a lonely soul, and she no longer had to be controlled by the Qinglian clan.
Feng Qi's hands began to tremble...
After thousands of years of endless darkness, she was finally able to capture freedom.
When she regains her physical body, she will definitely hold Ye Yatou in her arms, go to Nu Qi from Ye Shen Palace, take in this beautiful man, and then go to Mo Yu to enjoy flowers and tea together, so as to make up for the regrets of thousands of years ago...
Nan Xueluo was equally excited about Wang Qinghong's spiritual world.
Nan Xueluo breathed rapidly and clenched her sleeves with both hands.
She stepped into the faint light, closed her eyes, raised her head, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
As long as she takes away Fengqi's body, becomes Fengqi, and then kills Ye Qingge and Fengqi's remaining souls, she can stay with her brother the God King forever.
The pilgrims stepped into the altar one after another.
There are ten pilgrims who stepped into the altar this time, and they are all the best in the pilgrimage.
The scene of the altar can be seen from the light curtain above the third-floor altar.
Lin Heshan quietly left the altar and went to the stone house of the palace.
Wang Yunhe was drinking tea with the head of the Yan family when he suddenly saw a soldier coming over and bowed and said, "Master Wang, please come."
Wang Yunhe nodded, put down the teacup, and looked at the head of the Yan family with a smile, "Brother Yan, you have to taste this fine Lingcui tea slowly. I'll be right back."
"Brother Wang, don't worry about me." The head of the Yan family said.
After Wang Yunhe left, the smile on the Yan family's head disappeared.
"Who is the person who set the dynasty in Xizhou?" the head of the Yan family asked abruptly.
The waiter of the Yan Mansion thought for a moment and then said: "It's Mr. Fang from the Divine Realm."
"Fang Yu..." The head of the Yan family murmured to himself, "There are groups of half-demon in Xizhou, and Ye Qingge has the ability to rule the half-demon. Is this... a coincidence?"
The head of the Yan family turned around, squinted his eyes, and found that the head of the Xizhou Tianshan Sect was not on the seat.
"It's hard for Lin Heshan, an old fox, to deal with the Eastern Emperor." The head of the Yan family sneered coldly.
High in the sky, two figures were suspended, looking down at the Xizhou Altar.
square prison.
Li Qinglian.
Fang Yu wore a black cloak and black clothes, making it difficult for people to see his expression and mood.
Li Qinglian's pupils are smoky gray. Compared with ordinary people's pupils, Li Qinglian's pupils are more like cat eyes, changing with the light.
"If you want the Eastern Emperor, you can just kidnap him. Why go to such trouble?" Li Qinglian teased, with a hint of teasing in her tone.
Through the smoke of his cloak, Fang Yu looked at Qing Ge with burning eyes.
"The beauty of the iceberg is too empty. A dog that is useless at home will not be as high-spirited as the wolf outside." Fang Yu said meaningfully.
Li Qinglian glanced at Fang Yu, "Your Excellency, do you want to preserve the East Emperor's unruliness?"
Fang Yu said nothing, but turned to look at Li Qinglian.
Li Qinglian's expression suddenly changed, she lowered her head and nodded, "Qinglian made a mistake, please atone for your sin."
"No problem, send someone to Jiutulin Mountain to find the best embroiderer and make the best wedding dress." Fang Yu said.
"yes."
Before Li Qinglian left, she looked at Liu Yunchang with great hatred.