Yuezong——Qing Ge pursed her thin red lips, lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, held the warm tea cup in her hands and rubbed it gently.
These two words, like pebbles thrown into the water, stirred up waves in a calm heart.
She once secretly cultivated a force in Dongzhou in an open way, named Yuezong in the name of love.
The openness means that she gave the Yue Yue Sect the freedom to develop on their own, and allowed the girls who had suffered hardship to build a world with their young hands.
Although Yuezong's name was the same, Qingge didn't dare to recognize him rashly.
After all, Qingge's original idea was to hope that the Yuezong would become famous in Dongzhou, and she was still waiting for the rise of the Yuezong.
In less than a year, can the Yuezong make a name for itself among the Thousand Clans?
Even though Qingge recognized those girls, she still didn't believe them.
"Yue Zong?
That doesn’t seem to be one of the thousands of tribes, and it’s hard to say what the future will be like.”
The palace master shook his head.
"Has the Palace Master ever thought about going to those thousand clans, rebuilding one clan, and killing everyone in the name of darkness, so that the dark masters in the world can cheer up again, without having to suffer the eyes of spiritual masters and spiritual masters?"
Qing Ge asked.
As soon as these words came out, the nine-story attic was silent, except for the wind blowing through the window lattice and gently teasing the green hair.
In the dim light, with a faint breeze, the palace master put away his smile and looked at Qing Ge who was sitting opposite. At that glance, she saw in the eyes of the empress an ambition that did not belong to this plane.
Master Huanyue was slightly stunned.
She once thought that the Empress wanted to unify the heavens, but she didn't expect that the Empress' ambition was for thousands of clans, or even higher places.
For others, since they were born, they have cultivated steadily, followed the rules, and lived a step-by-step life.
Cultivation, breakthrough, entering a sect... few people would think about creating their own clan.
You must know that among the thousands of clans, the three worst clans have to have a history of thousands of years.
How can a newly created race become one of the thousand races without tens of thousands of years of accumulation and efforts of dozens of generations?
Instead of wasting time on illusory things, it is better to practice with peace of mind and be selected by a super wealthy family, so that you can fly on the branches and become a phoenix.
This incident was so shocking that even if the palace master's heart was moved, he had to weigh the pros and cons again and again.
The palace master furrowed his brows and pondered for a long time, saying nothing for a long time. He sang patiently and waited calmly.
"How can I build the Dark Master race by myself?
The Thousand Tribes are already full of hostility and disdain for the Dark Masters, and they have been suppressing the Dark Master race. I am afraid that they are too ambitious but not powerful enough.
I am usually a kind-hearted person, I am not afraid of life or death, and I am not afraid of the dangers ahead, but I still have to be self-aware."
The palace master shook his head and smiled bitterly, lifted the tea cup and took a sip of the slightly cool, darkly fragrant tea.
The cold smoke from Yunbei surged, creating a layer of restriction that was difficult to break in this attic.
The Palace Master and Huanyue Sect Leader looked at each other with confusion and confusion. They didn't know what the empress meant by using the Nightmare North Restriction to seal off the four attics.
At this moment, there was a sound like the breaking of porcelain. At that moment, the wind was surging, a heavy rain was coming, and the evil dark energy was like a black cloud covering the sky, covering the entire attic.
The Palace Master can say with certainty that such a terrifying evil aura is enough to destroy tens of thousands of cultivators in Mingyuan Villa! When Master Huanyue felt the dark element, he only turned his head to look at the Palace Master and smiled: "Palace Master, yours
The strength has increased by leaps and bounds, and the dark elements are much purer than before."
"It's not me..." "What?"
Huanyue Sect Leader was surprised.
"It's the empress..." The palace master was stunned and looked straight at Qing Ge.
Huanyue Sect Master followed the palace master's line of sight and suddenly looked at Qing Ge, his pupils tightening.
She was dressed in plain clothes with a rustling sound, the bamboo hairpin falling to the ground, three thousand silver hair flying in the wind, and ink smoke like clouds covering her side.
Even though he was dressed in simple and plain white clothes, he could not hide his aura of a king.
Singing softly in the fierce storm of elements, holding a cup of tea and smiling elegantly: "Is it enough for two people?"
"Fellow practitioners from the third line...Am I crazy? I actually saw the genius of fellow practitioners from the third line in my lifetime..." The palace master opened his mouth slightly and took a breath of cold air.
"Empress, you are still a Dark Master, you hide it well enough..." Master Huanyue sighed.
Qingge waved her long sleeves lightly, collected the dark elements, and withdrew the Yanbei Hanyan ban. She nodded lightly and smiled slightly: "Three-line practitioners, spreading it out is not a good thing for me. It will only bring more trouble."
Too much trouble.”
The palace master was surprised. Everyone said that Ye Qingge was arrogant and overly arrogant, but she had never revealed anything about her fellow practitioners from the third line.
If you put it on Wang Qinghong and his ilk, you would want to announce it to the world and throw a big banquet... "You are only twenty years old, and your dark magic skills are already catching up with mine. The dark elements are even more pure and powerful than mine."
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The master of the palace gave a bitter smile, "What's even more shocking is that you major in spirituality and minor in soul. You have never seriously practiced dark magic, but you can still be so powerful.
If you practice seriously, won't you soon surpass me?"
"I don't dare to surpass the palace master."
Qing Ge shook his head: "What do you think of the establishment of a clan, Your Majesty?"
"Empress, you are Jingjing's sister, and you have also exposed the affairs of fellow practitioners from the third line to us. This shows that you trust me."
The master of the palace said: "To tell you the truth, the battle with the God Lord back then severely damaged my vitality, and the evil spirit tendons... were damaged. If the evil spirit tendons cannot be repaired, it will take at least three hundred years to break through.
Shackles, breaking through the nine realms and thousands of clans in one fell swoop.
And you, a very popular figure at the moment, who doesn’t know about Empress Ye?
Even some people from the Thousand Clan are spying on you."
The master of the palace took a sip of tea and then said: "Although you are only seven sect phantoms now, you are still one realm away from the original realm, and there are still more than a dozen small ranks. For many people, it is a gap that is difficult to cross, but in your case
It doesn't matter here.
With the speed of your cultivation, you will be able to join the Thousand Clans in a short time.
Empress, you know what I mean."
"The evil spirit muscle is damaged, can you let me take a look?"
Qingge asked.
"Empress, if it weren't for the four dark-type doctors who are unique to them, they would not know about the condition of the evil spirit tendons. Moreover, after so many years, this injury may not be repairable."
The palace master shook his head helplessly.
Qingge stared, squinted, then stood up and walked towards the palace master, "Let me try."
The palace master was helpless and wanted to show Qing Ge that nothing was wrong with him, so he stretched out his right hand.
Qing Ge checked his evil spirit veins with his breath, and soon found the old wound. As expected, as the palace master said, it was very serious.
Qingge observed for a long time, then released the fingertips that were lightly pressing on the pulse of the palace master's wrist, and said solemnly: "I have a way."
The palace master was slightly surprised: "Is the empress joking?"
"Master, believe me, I can cure the evil spirit muscle, but it will take some time.
And I took a look at your Dark Master status, and as long as you repair the evil spirit tendons, you will definitely be able to go to the Nine Realms and Thousand Clans!"