Because of Qing Ge's words, the sky full of black crows about to eat people turned into a beautiful painting.
They all looked at Qingge, their jewel-like eyes filled with confusion, and they blinked at Qingge, which was actually a bit cute.
The smile on Qing Ge's lips became brighter and brighter. She stretched out her hand, and a black crow landed on her fingertips. All the black crows in the sky flew towards her and flew around her.
In this era, black crows mean unlucky, cold, depressing, and dark... Like the castle of the demon clan, each black crow is the incarnation of the demon to avoid the seal.
But... at this time, a group of crows were flying happily beside her, the breeze lifted the hem of her clothes and her silver hair, and her beautiful cheeks were as bright as a smile.
And she was like a princess walking out of an old castle, walking slowly down the circular stairs, with black crows gathering behind her to form a skirt swaying in the wind.
"It's very beautiful, I like it very much."
Qing Ge stood on the ground, raised his head and looked back, looking at Jiu Ci who was still on the stairs.
Jiu Ci looked down at her sister, the gloominess on her face disappeared, replaced by her usual smile.
He doesn't look like a frightening demon who swept down from a high place and landed next to Qingge, protecting her like a door god.
He turned his head and looked at Qingge's side face. He was very worried. He hesitated to speak. After thinking about the words for a while, he asked: "Did you sleep comfortably?"
“Very comfortable.”
She stood under the moon, stretched out, and looked much better than ten days ago. She had to thank the Condensing Spirit Pill, otherwise she would never be able to fall asleep.
The Grand Master approached the Medicine Sect leader and asked in a low voice in surprise: "Ge'er woke up so tonight?
The soul of an ordinary person is injured, not to mention taking fifteen pills of condensing spirit, even one pill would take several months.
She is really heartbreaking.”
The leader of the Medicine Sect was also shocked. He pondered for a long time before sighing: "She, even if her soul is destroyed, her mental power and willpower are far stronger than ordinary people."
The Grand Master felt the same and nodded lightly.
Ye Jingfeng looked at Qing Ge with a smile and held back tears. As a father, he would only feel more distressed.
God knows how he survived the ten days that Qingge slept. He lived in remorse and guilt every moment. If possible, he wished he could have blocked the disaster of the spiritual needle for Qingge.
Liu Yan'er, Ye Qingcheng, Jiu Miss... all the listless faces covered with sadness, all regained their vitality as if they were "resurrected" at the moment the song appeared.
Villa Master Yang Hong saw Qing Ge's arrival, and his tense body relaxed slightly. If the empress did not appear again, he would be kicked back and forth like a ball by Palace Master Ziyun and His Highness Jiuci.
"Empress, the east attic collapsed, and the killing weapon spirit sealed at the bottom of the building was stolen. I have sealed the villa with the Mingyuan Sword Formation and investigated every cultivator in the villa.
Fourteen days have passed. All the 40,000 cultivators in Mingyuan Villa have been investigated, and the people in Dongzhou have also been investigated. You... are the last person..." Yang Hong said helplessly.
"After checking 40,000 people, no killing weapon spirit was found?"
Qing Ge asked.
Yang Hong shook his head and said anxiously: "Fourteen days have passed, and there is no news about the killing weapon spirit. In addition to checking for cultivators, we also inspected every corner of Mingyuan Villa, but found nothing."
"I see."
Qing Ge walked towards the light, and the black crows between the skirts returned to Jiu Ci's hands.
There is also a black crow standing on Qingge's shoulder, and he is reluctant to go back.
The black crow that flew away first looked back and saw the little black crow looking at Qingge infatuatedly. He quickly turned back and took the little black crow away.
Qing Ge smiled and felt surprised that these black crows in Jiu Ci were full of spirituality, which made people like them very much.
The holy light shines down, and as the song passes through the holy light, countless pairs of eyes gather here.
After Qingge left, there was no change in the Holy Light.
Qingge looked at Yang Hong: "Master Yang, this..." Yang Hong's brows were tightly knitted as if tied into a knot. He turned his head, his eyes passed over the tens of thousands of cultivators, and then looked at Independent
Lords.
"Master Yang, under our strict investigation, no fish will slip through the net, and no one can escape by chance."
King Tianqi said: "We spent fourteen days investigating 40,000 cultivators, but we did not find the killing weapon spirit, so there is only one possibility left. The killing weapon spirit escaped on its own.
The East Attic seal may have lost its effect on it."
The palace master nodded and said: "This is the only possibility. If the killing weapon spirit escapes on its own, it means that there will be no killers born for the time being. From a certain perspective, this can be considered a good thing."
"I'm afraid that the killing weapon spirit will turn cultivators into killers. That would be difficult."
Yang Hong sighed and said: "Now it seems that the killing weapon spirit probably escaped on his own, and it seems that he has already escaped from Mingyuan Villa.
In the past half month, I have led people to inspect every corner of Mingyuan Villa, inside and outside, and I have barely dug three feet into the ground of Mingyuan Villa."
King Zhong Lin said: "At the moment when the East Pavilion collapsed, the killing weapon spirit had already escaped and had already left Mingyuan Villa.
By the time you open the Mingyuan Sword Formation, the killing weapon spirit may already be in the plains thousands of miles away."
"What King Zhong Lin said is true. This incident was my fault. I never expected that after so many years of peace and harmony, I would suddenly break through the seal of suppression and escape from Mingyuan Villa.
The escape of the killing weapon spirit is my responsibility, and I am willing to bear it alone.
However, the top priority right now is to find the killing weapon spirit as soon as possible.
Otherwise, when the killing weapon spirit grows again, the history of darkness and blood rivers will reappear."
Yang Hong said sadly.
The killing weapon spirit escaped from the suppression and disappeared, causing the practitioners in Mingyuan Villa to panic.
Slayers are very terrifying existences...see people, kill people...drink blood, and then return! The former owner of the killing weapon spirit once said something appalling.
He said that it would be great if he could turn all the flat land in the heaven of the gods into red rivers in his lifetime.
That year, he lost his wife, one dead and two dead. He was possessed by a demon on the mass grave, holding a poppy, and became a murderer who was feared by everyone.
It was said that the souls in the underworld should drink Meng Po soup, cross the Naihe Bridge, and flow into the Wangchuan River... Therefore, he wanted to use the blood of countless people to merge into the Wangchuan River in the human world.
He wanted to cross the Wangchuan River to find his wife who was already cold.
That love was crazy and shocking... Countless families were broken and many innocent people lost their lives.
That was a relatively dark period in the "Ten Thousand Years History" of the Realm of the Gods.
Qingge lowered her eyes and thought about how the killing weapon spirit escaped...