It turns out that the immortal energy in the Orb of Righteousness is not unable to summon immortals, it's just that she doesn't have that ability.
She has practiced hard and studied for more than ten thousand years, but she is not as good as the Ye Clan Young Master's free will.
He only encountered the righteous immortal energy and was able to summon the immortal. What an opportunity this was, and how many people were jealous and shocked! On top of the golden lotus, the immortal closed his eyes and sang an ancient tune.
There are immortals guarding this place, with the sound of mountains and flowing water, and the beauty of white snow in spring. Even the group of demons at the bottom of the Blood Dance Tower stopped wailing and listened carefully to the Bodhisattva Song sung by the immortals.
Ji Yue looked at the Changbai Fairy Mother with mockery and contempt, with disdain in her eyes. A sneer and a sinister aura were enough to destroy the Changbai Fairy Mother's will.
"The righteous immortal energy should be used in this way."
Ji Yueyan's eight concise and concise words were like several slaps, hitting Changbai Fairy Mother hard on the cheek.
Changbai Fairy Mother gnashed her teeth and became dizzy with anger. She pointed at Ji Yue and asked, "That's my Changbai's fairy energy. Do you want to use Changbai's fairy energy to help the fallen?"
Ji Yue looked back at Qing Ge, her eyes filled with tenderness, completely different from the violence and cruelty just now, leaving only endless pampering.
His eyes are like a spring of water that can make people drown in it without any regrets.
"She is not a fallen evil spirit, she is my destined wife."
When Ji Yue looked at her, a smile finally appeared on her cold and ruthless cheeks.
Changbai Fairy Mother was furious and sacrificed another treasure, a pure golden cauldron.
The tripod is held high above the head, containing the aura of greatness from all directions. It weighs a thousand kilograms, which is comparable to a giant mountain! "You don't know how thick the sky is, why don't you return my Changbai immortal energy quickly!"
Changbai Fairy Mother shouted.
That ray of immortal energy is too important to Changbai Fairy Mother. It is a rare treasure in the world. If it is taken away by Ji Yue, wouldn't it be a heavy loss?
Ji Yue calmed down and glanced lazily at the Changbai Fairy Mother. She moved her long fingers slightly and then snapped her fingers. When a crisp sound was heard, the Lotus Fairy opened her eyes, snow fell all over the sky, and the scene was frozen.
The moment she looked at the immortal, Changbai Fairy Mother felt as if she had been struck by five thunders, and her whole body was shaken, as if a blazing flame was burning her soul.
Her life, which is as small as dust, is almost worthless in front of the immortal, and she is powerless to resist.
Changbai Fairy Mother raised the cauldron, but she didn't dare to brew any more power.
Changbai Fairy Mother almost vomited blood. She had never seen such a shameless person. He took away her righteous immortal energy and then summoned an immortal to deal with her?
This kind of operation is extremely shameless and unheard of! Qingge smiled helplessly. The only one who can do such a thing is her little Yueyue.
Gu Long's remnant soul said lazily: "You have done a lot."
This young couple is simply amazing, a match made in heaven. They are vicious and vicious, and they are both shameless masters! Qing Ge looked at Ji Yue with adoration and almost obsession, her eyes were filled with stars, so what?
Half a chair was set with two plates of side dishes, and we watched the show with delicious food and drinks.
Senior Gu Long really wanted to beat himself to death with a hammer. What evil had he done to be verbally abused by the young couple every day?
Can't you have some sympathy for Xiao Longlong who has been single for thousands of years?
Aunt Ye helped the ancestor walk forward and stood in front of the Changbai Fairy Mother. The ancestor glanced at the golden tripod above her head and asked in a cold voice: "Chief of the Changbai Clan, do you dare to fight to the death with me, the Ye Clan?"
Changbai Fairy Mother was stunned and suddenly felt that the ancestors of the Ye Clan had gone crazy. The relationship between the thousands of clans was complicated and each had its own history of tens of millions of years. Especially among the upper three clans, few of them dared to start a war casually.
Even a war between two races can cause immeasurable casualties. What's more, both races will be destroyed and both races will be destroyed! Races that are equally matched and have almost the same strength go to war with each other, which is no different from committing suicide.
The ancestor's eyes were sharp and sharp as a blade. Even though his hair was gray, he was still steely and showed no fear! The Changbai Fairy Mother did not see any joking in the eyes or face of the ancestor.
Changbai Fairy Mother knew that she was in big trouble. The so-called sophistication meant that she was always afraid of risking her life. Our ancestors dared to risk their lives, but Changbai Fairy Mother did not dare.
"Ye Lao, it's boring for you to be like this. Could it be that both our clans are in ruins? Is that what you want to see?
As the leader of the Night Clan, why can't you distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil?"
Changbai Fairy Mother said so.
"You are going to kill my dear grandson, and I have to burn incense and kowtow to you with tears of gratitude?
Chief Changbai, is there really nothing wrong with your mind?"
The ancestor was angry, thinking that others just went out without looking at the almanac, and these old ladies went out without thinking.
Changbai Fairy Mother was speechless by her ancestor. She twitched the corner of her mouth several times. She looked at the Lotus Immortal out of the corner of her eye and felt a burst of physical pain.
If she could summon an immortal, her level of strength would definitely improve by several levels. Why has she not made any progress for many years?
Suddenly, the old man from the Seven Clans who was sent out to check that the Dream God Picture had been stolen returned to the Blood Dance Tower with a group of soldiers.
"My lord, pay homage to my king!"
The elder of the Seven Clans knelt in front of the Qinglian King and saluted. Aventurine had a gentle and elegant temperament. He nodded and waved his hands gently: "Get up, the elder of the Seven Clans moved quickly. I wonder how the investigation is going?"
The old man from the seven clans raised his hands and nodded: "Report to my king, the verification has been completed."
"Then I will give you the truth."
Aventurine Cod Road.
"yes."
The old man from the Seven Clans took a step forward vigorously, glanced sideways at the guard beside him, and clapped his hands.
The guard took out a long ancient wooden box. The veteran of the seven tribes opened the ancient wooden box and took out the scroll inside.
The elders of the seven tribes spread out the painting scroll, and a painting suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, like a sudden flash in the pan! In the painting, a woman in red clothes, under the white moon and in the heavy snow, gracefully moved among the red plum blossoms in the sky. With her feet tapping lightly in the sky, her waist is soft and her figure is graceful. When her long sleeves dance, her eyebrows reveal a bit of stubbornness and sadness.
She was born miserable and could not be tolerated by the world. She had good intentions, but she was criticized by thousands of people.
Even though she was scolded a lot, her heart was as solid as a rock and she remained unmoved. She upheld a holy heart and protected her soul from being soaked in the dirty water of the world.
Every viewer sees not only a painting, but also a dance from long ago, a dance that is truly astonishing.
After seeing this painting, those who were previously surprised by Fairy Night Song's dancing style wanted to slap themselves.
Fairy Qinglian is just following the example of a gourd, and it doesn't look like that.
The dance of Patriarch Meng is the real independent Bai Yueguang, which vividly interprets the four words of sadness and helplessness.
The desolation, the chilling feeling, her arrogance and the fact that she laughed it off touched the soul of everyone who saw the painting.
When Ye Ge from the high building saw this painting, he suddenly froze, frowned, and suddenly felt ashamed.
Before the Meng Shen dance, the dance she was so proud of was unsightly.
The ancestor cried excitedly. Aunt Ye helped him move forward. The ancestor tremblingly stretched out his hand to take the picture of the dream god.
"Yes, it's this painting..." The ancestor burst into tears and hurriedly knelt down to the elders of the Seven Clans. His words were full of gratitude and excitement: "Old Seven Clansmen, the Dream God Picture is as good as my life. This kindness and this love , I should repay you with a spring of water, don’t dare to forget!”
The elders of the seven clans quickly supported their ancestors and said, "Old Ye, it is King Qinglian who should thank you. I am only serving King Qinglian."
When the ancestor heard the words, he turned around and made a gesture to kneel down towards Aventurine, with tears in his eyes: "I can't repay my king for his great kindness..." Aventurine was startled, and quickly supported the ancestor with quick eyes and hands.
, said softly: "It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. Fortunately, the Dream God Diagram has been found in its original form, and it has put an end to Ye Lao's worry. There will be no regrets for the rest of my life."
The ancestor's concern for the Dream God Picture was famous among thousands of clans. Therefore, the ancestor wanted to kneel down twice and burst into tears. No one thought it was an exaggeration.
In the heart of the ancestor, the Dream God Picture is not only his white moonlight, but also his belief.
The Dream God Picture was held in the hands of the seven clan elders and spread out. The lifelike picture could be clearly seen by the people in the building.
On the side of the high platform, No. 2 looked at the painting from a distance, gently raised his bony hand, and an unspeakable expression filled his face, which was sallow and thin and sunken inward.
She seems to want to caress the cheek of the person in the painting... Patriarch Meng is famous for her beauty and holiness, but she is like an insect repellent living in the darkness. She has not seen the light for too many years, and her flesh and soul have long been rotten.
smell.
No. 2 shed two lines of clear tears. He wanted to wipe his tears, but found that there were no tears on his face.
Her eyes were too dry. At this moment, she felt sad, but her eyes could not hold tears.