Yun Shuishui stood up, looking really ridiculous with a gray face and an obvious shoehorn mark on his cheek.
Looking at Qingge again, he could only cut a crack in the medicine refining cauldron, but Lin Zhuchong under the cauldron was safe and sound.
Although Lin Zhuchong practices medicine, he has breathed in the energy of immortality for many years, and can be called the God of Zhu. He is also powerful in his own right.
In anger, Lin Zhuchong struck the medicine refining cauldron with both palms. The medicine refining cauldron was as heavy as a towering mountain and could crush the vast earth.
The huge cauldron for refining medicine hung high in the sky, casting a shadow that shrouded the entire Seventh Prince's Mansion.
The people and elves in the palace looked up at the outline of the alchemy cauldron. When the shadows of the moon fell over them, they felt endless oppression, as if they were suffocated and completely unable to breathe.
The cauldron for refining medicine stagnated for a moment at high altitude, then crashed towards Qingge.
Qing Ge's thin and small body was like an ant in front of the medicine refining cauldron.
She held the Mingwang Sword in her hand and stood high in the sky. The shadow of the alchemy cauldron was reflected in her eyes, and a fanatical smile appeared on her face.
Just as he was about to slash at the medicine refining cauldron, green flames flew straight from the side.
At the same time, Ji Yue rushed to Qingge's side, holding Qingge's waist with one hand, and holding the ruthless sword in the other hand. Thousands of green blades came out with the sword's edge, and actually disintegrated the majestic medicine refining cauldron.
The flying fragments fell down like a goddess scattering flowers, and thousands of green blades shone like vast stars.
In the midst of the thousands of green lights, Ji Yue and the others slowly fell down together.
Qing Ge turned to look at Ji Yue, who lowered her head and pursed the woman's soft red lips.
Qingge's eyes widened slightly and she clenched the Mingwang Sword tightly.
Xiao Yueyue, you are a bad learner...
The two of them landed firmly on the ground, still lingering in sorrow.
Everyone was stunned.
Jiu Ci cried out unwillingly and covered her eyes in anger.
He was worse than a beast, to treat his sister like this.
Jiu Ci's mood at the moment was that the cabbage he had worked so hard to plant had been eaten by a pig.
Jiuci gritted his teeth and sharpened his knife. He slightly opened the gap with his hands and stared at Ji Yue through the gap.
The hatred of snatching a girl, the hatred of snatching a girl, this hatred and this hatred, they are irreconcilable!
Yan Bingtong's eyebrows were kind, and her eyes were filled with relief.
At least, at this moment... her daughter is happy.
That's enough.
Qingge pinched Ji Yue's waist hard, which made Ji Yue feel the pain, so she reluctantly left.
Qingge stared at Ji Yue helplessly, and Ji Yue pinched Qingge's face: "My lady is getting cuter and cuter."
"What? Wasn't it cute yesterday? Wasn't it cute the day before yesterday?" Qingge raised her eyebrows, very angry.
Ji Yue gently rubbed her hair: "Every moment is lovely."
Everyone: "..."
No...are they here to listen to these two people flirting?
Moreover, what kind of occasion is this?
By the way, Emperor Qing, aren't you afraid of being infected with the plague?
Yun Shuishui straightened his messy hair: "Demon God, aren't you afraid that Emperor Qing will be poisoned? Do you want God Qingyuan to cut off his descendants?"
Hearing the words "eliminate children and grandchildren," the demon god's eyes turned cold, and he immediately stabbed Yun Shuishui with his sword.
This time the reincarnation master took action and stopped the demon god's sword.
How do you know that the demon god's sword is fake, but the kung fu on his feet is real.
The demon god struck the ground with his sword, whirled his body, and kicked out a whip leg, hitting the side of Yun Shuishui's head.
"Instead of caring about whether my son will be poisoned, you should be more concerned about how many days your daughter can live. From my perspective, the God of Samsara should have no children. Marrying such a mean woman like you makes the family of the God of Samsara unlucky. The God of Samsara is really three
It's unlucky to meet such a fool like you." The demon god sneered after finishing the kick.
Yun Shuishui was kicked to the ground again, in front of all the nobles of Shenyue City.
Where will her majesty and her glory be placed?
Yun Shuishui was in a panic, with disheveled hair, tightly clutching the scepter that symbolized her identity as a spirit girl.
Yun Shuishui's eyes were slightly red, and he no longer paid attention to the demon god, but looked at Qingge: "Ye Qingge, since you are self-aware, please end it on your own, and don't dirty other people's hands."
What the demon god said was true, her poor daughter did not have long to live.
Yun Shuishui glanced at Princess Shangting in Xuanyuan Lin's arms, her eyes were red again, with tears flowing.
Yun Shuishui took a deep breath, even though he was a little embarrassed, he still had to show his arrogance, pointing his scepter at Qing Ge.
Feng Qi came from behind and looked at Qing Ge in front of Ji Yue. Then he saw Qing Ge and Feng Qi taking action at the same time, leaving only the afterimages that were hard to see clearly.
Suddenly, he appeared in front of Lin Zhuchong.
With Fengqi's help, Lin Zhuchong, who lost his medicine refining cauldron, was helpless.
Qingge's knife rested on Lin Zhuchong's neck, touching the fragile skin.
Fengqi's Fang Tian shot the moon bow and pressed it against the back of Lin Zhuchong's head. As long as she pulled away with force, a blood-splitting arrow could completely penetrate Lin Zhuchong's head.
"Ye Qingge, what are you going to do?!" God's roar came from the gods.
Qingge smiled and said: "I will do justice for heaven and kill those who are suffering from the Thousand Poisons Plague!"
Yun Shuishui said this sentence just now, and now Qingge returns it word for word.
"You are really ridiculous. You are the one who got the Thousand Poison Plague. Why, you want to put the blame on me? Even if you are a demon god and a member of the Qing Emperor, you should think about thousands of innocent lives. And you are only a human being.
Girl, you dare to kill me, the God of Immortality?" Lin Zhuchong was a bit ferocious in anger, more like breaking a jar than breaking it.
Feng Qi held the bow in one hand and kicked Lin Zhuchong on the buttocks. At the same time, Qingge, who was closer to Lin Zhuchong, moved his steps and walked to the side.
Lin Zhu rushed forward and fell down, causing a dog to eat its shit.
"So what if I kill you? I'll kill you!"
When Lin Zhuchong was about to get up, Feng Qi kicked him again, causing Lin Zhuchong to lie on his face on the ground, in a very embarrassed state.
The Mingwang Dao in the light singer lifted Lin Zhuchong's jaw.
At the same time, a knife stabbed Lin Zhuchong's cheek, right at the place covered with black birthmarks. In an instant, the sharp tip of the knife cut open the black skin.
I saw the black birthmark on Lin Zhuchong's cheek. The moment it was punctured, no blood came out.
The black trace turned into a twisting liquid, and expanded into a huge package at a rapid speed.
The bag was as big as an adult. At first glance, it was shocking, frightening, and even disgusting.
Yun Shuishui's pupils tightened, her breathing quickened, her face full of disbelief, and she staggered back a few steps.
"How is it possible..."
"How come?"
"How did she find out?"
"No...this is impossible..."
Yun Shuishui roared hysterically in his heart.
The dark pustule on Lin Zhuchong's cheek swelled rapidly.
Qingge walked forward expressionlessly, raised the knife and cut off Lin Zhuchong's arms with two knives.
Blood splashed out, Qingge Jade raised her hand gently, and the milky white healing power of the Snow Lingzhu came out like a waterfall, blocking the dripping blood from the wounds on Lin Zhuchong's arms.
Lin Zhuchong's lips were covered with huge pustules, and he couldn't even open his mouth and could only make a whimpering sound.
This sudden scene left everyone stunned.
"What is this?" The demon god came over and asked.
Qing Ge glanced at the huge black pustule and sneered: "There is blood and energy from the Thousand Poisons Plague."
"Dongfang Po, come here." He sang softly.
Dongfang Po is coming.
"Let's make a diagnosis." Qingge said again.
Although Dongfang Po is not serious most of the time, he has also helped Qing Ge along the way.
Dongfang Po's medical skills are facing a bottleneck, and this is an excellent opportunity.
After all, the Thousand Poison Plague is something that ordinary people fear, and even the doctors of the Ren race cannot touch it.
If you can study it, you will be better at medical skills.
Unexpectedly, Dongfang Po, this silly boy, first bowed to the gods: "I am Dongfang Po, a disciple of the King of Medicine in the Demon Temple of the Ren clan. I have seen all the immortal gods. My respect for the immortal gods is like the endless water of the Yellow River.
, juniors have long heard about the various temples, and the gods in the various temples are wise and powerful, in fact..."
Qingge felt a headache, her temples jumped suddenly, and she immediately kicked her away: "Speak humanly."
What... is this guy doing?
Dongfang Po almost fell down, laughed a few times, and gave Qing Ge a sad look.
Later, Dongfang Po began to look at Lin Zhuchong's pustule.
Lin Zhuchong's legs were weak and he slumped down. He lost a pair of arms and had no strength to struggle anymore.
Under the pustule, Lin Zhuchong's unwilling and painful whimpering could occasionally be heard.
Dongfang Po began to look at the swollen pustule on Lin Zhuchong's face, and sighed: "Wow, it's so big."
Qingge: "..."
Seeing that Qing Ge's face was getting uglier, Dongfang Po didn't dare to mess around anymore and observed seriously.
Dongfang Po's expression became more and more serious. He stood up and looked at Qing Ge, "Miss Ye, can I take your pulse?"
Qing Ge nodded, lifted up his sleeves and stretched out his hand.
Dongfang Po was about to put his hand up to feel his pulse when he suddenly felt a chill down his spine and a feeling of incontinence.
Dongfang Po suddenly turned his head and saw Ji Yue looking at him indifferently.
At that moment, Dongfang Po's hands froze in the air and he almost cried.
It seemed that if he dared to move his hand forward again, Qingdi would break his arm.
So scary.
Dongfang Po shivered, and carefully took out a thin handkerchief to cover Qing Ge's wrist, and then carefully looked at Ji Yue. Seeing that Ji Yue was no longer so murderous, Dongfang Po breathed a sigh of relief. Even so, Ji Yue's eyes were still able to
Dongfang Po was frightened to death.
Dongfang Po cautiously and anxiously checked his pulse, then checked Qingge's physical condition, and finally focused on Lin Zhuchong's swollen pustule.