The hand of the God King split mountains and seas, shaking the heaven and earth.
The huge light and shadow are like towering mountains pressing down on the sky, directly covering the top of Qingge's head, and also have the potential to swallow up the sky and fertile moon.
A huge hand sank down at a slow speed. The shadows under the cage stretched over two mountain ranges, and the cold moon and stars were all blocked by the hand.
Under that palm, Qingge was as small as a grain of dust, an ant, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the ancient power.
The sky and the earth are at war, the thunder is fierce, the cold wind is rising, the momentum is like a dragon rising out of the sea, and a tiger descending from the mountain.
As the palm of his hand pressed down, Qingge could feel a splitting headache, his body seemed to be broken, and he had a narrow escape, with no way to escape!
Although the God King is not as powerful as Feng Qi, he is still a great figure from thousands of years ago.
Qingge is thinking about how to deal with it. Not only does she want to be able to come and go freely, she also wants to protect the tens of thousands of cultivators.
It seems that Fang Yu has already expected that if Bi Yuqing attacks low-level practitioners, she will definitely appear and try to catch a turtle in a jar again!
Qinggexu narrowed her narrow eyes, her gaze was cold, a sudden surge of cold air, and her red lips curled up into an indifferent smile.
A mere god king, trying to capture her?
Qing Ge slashed in the air with his sword, and was about to take out the Qinglian Cloak Armor given by Aventurine Cod, but at this moment, a barren heavy snow suddenly fell in the middle of the night, covering a distance of a hundred miles.
The snow came suddenly and strangely. What made Qing Ge surprised was that this heavy snow that seemed to have fallen from the sky suddenly formed a storm and swept away. With the speed of the popular moon chasing the moon, and the force of the autumn wind rolling the leaves, it suddenly
Crash into the hand of the God King.
Ice, snow and frost covered the hand that came from ancient time and space. In the shadow of heaven and earth, before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "Jie Jie... God King, whoever dares to touch my people, have I given you face?"
That familiar voice surprised everyone.
Countless people followed the sound, only to see a figure walking through the snow from the dark end of the ice and snow.
The eldest son of Beizhou Palace, Wang Qinghong!
Bi Yuqing, Xiao Shanyan and others all recognized Wang Qinghong, their eyes filled with shock and their faces full of horror!
Especially Biyuqing, who looks pale.
Brother Qinghong’s people?
Bi Yuqing really couldn't figure it out. Wang Qinghong once hated Ye Qingge deeply, but now the two northwest continents are uniting to attack the east. As the young master of the Beizhou Palace, why would he help the Eastern Emperor?
Xiao Shanyan and other cultivators were completely confused. The grudges between Wang Qinghong and Ye Qingge spread throughout the five continents of the world, and they were completely determined to fight to the death.
One is the Feng Hua Dong Emperor from the lower continent, and the other is the Beizhou eldest son who is famous in the cultivation list. They are as powerful as fire and water and have never been harmonious.
The only difference from before was that Wang Qinghong no longer had that nobility and arrogance, only a trace of evil and cruelty that had penetrated into his bones and soul, like a ghost from the Nine Netherworld, a lonely soul in the world.
The wind and snow suddenly turned violent. Nan Xueluo raised his right arm high. The hand of the God King, which was wrapped in wind, frost, ice and snow, turned into clouds and smoke in an instant and dissipated in the long wind and heavy snow.
"A Luo?" The God King's eyelids suddenly twitched and he looked at Nan Xueluo in surprise.
Nan Xueluo was still wearing the luxurious and elegant purple robe, with her black hair standing up high and a faint smile on her lips.
Like a fox, but with the cruelty and cold-bloodedness of a wolf.
Nan Xueluo ignored the gazes of the God King and Fang Yu and walked straight to Qingge. She raised her hand and gently stroked the snowflakes on Qingge's shoulders and hair.
"How dare you come here alone, little girl?" Nan Xueluo said.
"If you are brave, you are a coward." Qing Ge laughed.
Nan Xueluo's face turned stern: "Three hundred million grains and fodder, you can still open the exit. With such a big heart, aren't you afraid of going to hell?"
"If I don't go to hell, who will?" Qingge raised her eyebrows and put away the Qinglian cloak she was about to take out, her aura slightly restrained.
"Where's Fengqi?"
"Gone."
"Going to immortality?"
"Um."
"..."
There was silence all around, Nan Xueluo looked sad and desolate, and the mist and tears in her eyes were vaguely visible.
After a long time, Nan Xueluo let out a long breath, turned to look at Qingge, and said solemnly: "Don't be afraid, she is gone, and I am still here."
"A Luo, what do you mean by this? Do you want to be my enemy?" The God King said coldly: "You are my wife in name only. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by doing this?!"
The people around were surprised, when did the God King's wife become Wang Qinghong? They looked left and right, with horror in their eyes. Although the Qi of the Duanxiu had also waned, the God King and Wang Qinghong,
No matter what, we will never change that we are husband and wife.
"A joke? Have I not been laughed at enough? God King, this is the first time in these ten thousand years that you have admitted that I am your wife. How nice."
Nan Xueluo smiled.
"Aluo, you and I are one flesh and blood, and even if we have different intentions, we shouldn't be like this." The God King consoled him with sincerity.
"Husband and wife are one flesh..."
Nan Xueluo finally shed tears. As she murmured in a low voice, a tear flowed down her cheek.
She smiled in the wind and snow, but she was like a thin willow swaying hopelessly, miserable.
"Can you lend me your knife?" Nan Xueluo looked at Qing Ge.
Qingge pursed her lips, vaguely understanding what Nan Xueluo was going to do next. After hesitating for a moment, she handed the Mingwang Sword to Nan Xueluo.
Nan Xueluo smiled. It was clearly a man's body, but his smile revealed the desolation of a woman.
She held the blood-red sword in her light hand, raised the Mingwang sword and swung it in the hair above her head.
A few strands of black hair fell to the ground. Nan Xueluo smiled bitterly and said with absolute authenticity: "You and I have been married for ten thousand years. Today ends. From now on, you walk on your single-plank bridge and I cross mine on the Yangguan Road. Men and women get married.
Marrying is irrelevant. God King, please go, I don’t need you as a husband anymore.”
She was very calm and calm, but the tears on her face revealed her pain.
Yes, when I said these words, my heart was torn and my bones felt like they were being crushed.
However - apart from the pain, Nan Xueluo actually felt relaxed for a moment. After ten thousand years of love, she had no choice but to struggle and finally found relief.
Brother God King, please go, I don’t love you anymore.
Her love is possessive, mad, and hateful!
A beautiful picture was reflected in the eyes of the God King. The figure in his eyes was not Wang Qinghong, but Nan Xueluo.
He still remembered that when he was a child, he pointed to the infant girl and said, "I want her to be my wife."
A joke, ten thousand years of obsession, even if this account has not been settled, it has come to an end.
The God King once hated Nan Xueluo for restraining him and wanted to separate countless times. When this moment came, he was not as happy as he imagined, but instead felt a hundred times more melancholy and with mixed emotions.
"Your Excellency Nan, let's stop here. Ye Qingge is a person of God's command. He has committed four crimes and must be punished by the clan!" Fang Yu shouted sternly.
"Yeah?"
The heavy snow piled up into a throne, and Nan Xueluo sat on the snow chair with her black hair scattered, her legs crossed, and her white hands gently placed on her knees.