The cultivators in the Divine Realm took a few steps back and looked at Jiu Ci in horror.
Jiu Ci pulled Ye Xuanji to Xiong Batian and said, "You are so strong, please heal your wounds. If you die, how will I explain to her?"
Ye Xuanji lowered her head and said nothing. Xiong Batian looked at the torn wound and quickly took out the medicine.
"Master Yang, it's time to announce the results of happiness, longevity and health."
Li Yuanhou smiled.
Yang Hong glanced at Ye Xuanji complicatedly. Ye Xuanji's tenacity and strength were beyond his expectation and really moved him.
"The time for burning incense is approaching, and if Empress Xuanji gives up opening the door, then Dongzhou will be unlucky."
As soon as Yang Hong said his words, the cultivators around him looked at him with ridicule and contempt, while the people of Dongzhou were ashamed.
The word "blessed" was too cruel. Even though they never thought of blaming Ye Xuanji, they still felt sad.
"Master Yang, am I going to say that Dongzhou is unlucky before I even give it a try?"
An ethereal and lazy voice came from the horizon, and everyone subconsciously raised their heads to follow the sound. At the end of the sky, the dawn covered half of the country, and where the clouds were gorgeous, two huge flying monsters hovered and floated in the sky.
On one of the flying monsters, stood a woman with picturesque features, red clothes and silver hair, black eyes as bright as paint, flanked by a handsome and enchanting man, what a pair of talented and beautiful people! "It's... the Eastern Emperor!"
In an instant, explosive cheers erupted from the lifeless Dongzhou camp. They looked up at the empress who symbolized their faith, smiled, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The flying monster floated in the mid-air, jumped into the air with a soft song, its hair streamers fluttered lightly, its long sleeves filled with wind, and landed safely on the ground.
Ji Yue was beside Qing Ge, No. 2, Wei Bo and Liu Yunchang landed at the same time.
Ji Yue's high-end disguise technique is too wonderful, and her appearance at this moment is completely different from that in Sihai City, so practitioners from higher planes cannot see it.
Qingge walked up to Ye Xuanji and wiped away the tears from Ye Xuanji's eyes, "Why are you crying?"
"Empress, Xuanji is incompetent..." Ye Xuanji choked and sobbed slightly.
"You have done a good job, now, take a good rest."
Qingge turned around with his sleeves rolled up and walked towards the closed Fushou Ankang Gate. Li Yuanhou came to intercept him: "East Emperor, it's over."
Qingge glanced at the incense stick that was about to burn out, "There's still time, isn't there?"
"Lord Yuanjun, it's indeed not time yet."
Yang Hong explained.
Li Yuanhou looked at the incense, smiled, and made way for Qingge. He did not believe that in that little time, Ye Qingge could open a crack in the door of Fushou and Ankang! Not only Li Yuanhou, but also the Dongzhou cultivators felt that
I kept playing the drums, and the stick of incense was about to burn out. There was not much time left for singing.
Qingge walked to the door of Fushou Ankang, slowly raised her hands, and lowered her eyes slightly... She could have arrived in time for the heaven-sacrifice ceremony, but the Firebird fainted and vomited to death because she ate too many yuan crystals.
I was delayed so much on the road that I just couldn't get there now.
"King Tianqi, do you think the Eastern Emperor can open the door to happiness, longevity and health?"
The Lord of the Dark Palace asked.
King Tianqi shook his head, "If there is enough time, maybe it can be opened, but now there is not much time left, it is difficult to say."
"The Eastern Emperor of the Tianji Pavilion is a scourge caused by a witch. How can she open the Gate of Good Luck, Longevity, and Ankang?"
Li Yuanhou gritted his teeth.
Mrs. Tianqi glanced lazily at Li Yuanhou, "As an emperor, the most taboo thing is hearsay. Do you just believe what others say?
Witches bring harm to your health and happiness, you have to use your own eyes and heart to see and feel it."
Li Yuanhou's face darkened slightly after being criticized by Madam Tianqi, but he did not dare to act arrogantly in front of Madam Tianqi. Even if he was supported by Palace Master Ziyun, he would not dare to offend him randomly.
Mrs. Tianqi straightened her back, raised her chin slightly, and said with high spirits: "I think that Dong Di has this ability and ability. Since she can achieve what she has today at the age of twenty, apart from her own efforts, she must have
Luck."
"What Madam said is absolutely true."
King Tianqi gently hugged Mrs. Tianqi. Feeling the cool breeze, he took off his cloak and covered his wife's body.
"King Zhong Lin, you..." Mrs. Tianqi was about to ask King Zhong Lin, but she was helpless when she saw that King Zhong Lin was practicing hard and not listening to trivial matters.
It is really difficult to strike up a conversation with King Zhong Lin.
Shangguan Rui leaned next to Palace Master Ziyun and asked in a low voice: "Palace Master, is this Eastern Emperor really that capable?"
Palace Master Ziyun shook her head, "A long and healthy life requires extremely high luck. Even if she has repeatedly created miracles, I'm afraid she will disappoint everyone this time."
Shangguan Rui grinned: "That's right, she has no good fortune and longevity, how can she open the door to good health?"
Yang Hong, the owner of Mingyuan Villa, crossed his chest with his left hand, touched his chin with his right hand, and stared at Dongdi's back.
Can those slender hands really open the door to happiness, longevity and well-being?
Or is it true, as the rumors say, that she is a evil fox star with no luck?
Countless pairs of eyes were all looking at the white and tender little hands. Her fingers were long and slender, as white as winter snow. She probably practiced hard on her daily life, and did not have excessively long nails, nor was she painted with attractive cinnamon.
A pair of clean hands, but... stained with too much blood... People in the world can hardly imagine that it is such a pair of hands that stirs up the world.
Every cultivator stared intently, and the image of the Fushou Ankang Gate and the young empress were reflected in their eyes.
Click... When the stick of incense was about to burn out, a slight noise appeared.
They looked intently and saw that the empress's hands pushed forward, and the Fushou Ankang Gate opened a crack! No! It wasn't a crack... She was still pushing forward! It was already two punches away, and she surpassed the Lord of Darkness in the blink of an eye! This time
Everyone held their breath and watched this scene calmly.
Click, click, the door was half opened, it was actually King Zhong Lin's achievement! "She actually opened the door halfway..." The waiter beside Yang Hong murmured to himself, in disbelief.
Yang Hong narrowed his eyes: "No...more than..." The waiter was surprised, more than...?
The clicking sound came again! The waiter looked at Qing Ge in shock.
The moment the stick of incense burned out, the door of happiness, longevity and well-being was completely pushed open.
Yes, a whole door has been pushed open! In the Fushou Ankang Gate, purple light emerges, and the energy rushes towards Qingge like a blue dragon, shrouding Qingge.
Purple is the monarch's luck! The Lord of the Dark Palace exclaimed: "She has absorbed all the luck within the sect. So this is the meaning of boundless longevity and longevity!"
Over the years, when every cultivator opens the door of happiness, longevity, and well-being, no matter how many doors are opened, he will hand over his own blessings to the door.
Over many years, heaven and fortune have been combined, and only those who have fully opened the door to happiness, longevity, and well-being can obtain these blessings.
Therefore... may you have boundless happiness and longevity! Qingge slightly closed her eyes, her skirt swayed, and the rouge-colored ribbons wrapped around her silver hair danced lightly like tassels.