Xiong Batian and others were waiting outside, and a woman in a red shirt walked out slowly, looking lazy and calm, with a faint smile on her lips.
She lowered her eyes slightly and looked down at her lightly raised palms. A touch of original spiritual energy appeared on her fingertips.
Taking a breath of fresh air is different from the past, more refreshing and refreshing than the fragrance of flowers.
"Congratulations to my king for breaking through the original realm, stepping on three thousand lives, and fighting on the legendary road again!" Ye Xuanji was dressed in imperial attire, kneeling on one knee and arching her hands.
She raised her face and looked straight at Qingge with a pair of bright eyes, full of admiration.
The rest of the people were already kneeling on the ground.
Even though the woman next to the lintel has long since removed her imperial crown, she is still the king in the eyes of hundreds of millions of practitioners all over the world.
The Qingge was not pretentious at all, it could be described as down-to-earth and generous. After waving his hands, he saw that everyone who was kneeling on the ground had already stood up.
"I stayed in One Hundred and Eight Continents for several years. This land is not my hometown, but it has many inseparable bonds and feelings."
Qingge said.
"Empress." Arou lowered her head and said: "The Nianxia Clan, the formation family of Sanqianshi, has sent an invitation letter. Arou has accepted the invitation from the Nianxia Clan and will choose a day to go to Sanqianshi, the Nianxia Clan."
Qingge nodded: "Okay." "Ge'er." Linglong's eyebrows were gentle and she smiled: "During the days you have been practicing in seclusion, Long Shitian has become a twelfth-level Xuanling Master, and his attainments as a swordsman have alarmed three thousand generations.
Jian Zong. My father has gone everywhere to find the source of advancement elixir and got through it.
Due to her relationship with the Sword Sect, she can go to the Sword Sect once she breaks through the original realm. And Yan'er, with her ice evil body, she can go to the realm of three thousand lifetimes."
Qingge suddenly realized that her grandfather had done so much while she was in seclusion.
The King of the Seventh Palace knew that she would not live comfortably in Shenyuedu, but he was also afraid that she would not have anyone to talk to in the Three Thousand Worlds, so he tried every means to help Mr. Liu and others go to the Three Thousand Worlds.
Of course, Liu Ye, Ah Rou and Long Shitian are all talents who can be made, and the King of the Seventh Palace only gave them opportunities.
A wave of heat seemed to flow through Qingge's chest. "There is also Huzi. My father will personally send him to the Forest of Fallen Demons. That is his world. He is your disciple, so you don't have to worry.
My father went to see King Shenyue in person, just to ask for a favor from the lord of the Forest of Fallen Demons, and to take care of him more.
Tiger."
Linglong came to Qingge's side, gently held the woman's hand, and sighed: "The road of three thousand lives is not easy, but as an elder, Aunt Ling will protect you."
The King of the Seven Palaces and the God of Thunder of the Five Kings stood side by side, looking at Qing Ge with complicated expressions.
Especially the God of Thunder, looking at Ye Qingge in the original state, he felt like the clouds had cleared and the moon was bright.
Ever since he became a disciple, the master had not imparted his secret knowledge to him in a serious manner, so the God of Thunder had been eagerly waiting, finally looking forward to the arrival of the master for three thousand lives.
Even the blood in Thor's body seemed to boil in an instant.
One can imagine how lively the next three thousand lives will be.
The era of legend has not ended. The legend about her continues and will never end.
Qingge looked at her closest relatives and smiled sincerely.
She stood outside the threshold and bent down, bowed her hands and saluted solemnly.
"Everyone, take care, see you soon."
"The mountains are high and the rivers are far away. Let's fight again one day!"
"..."
On the day when Empress Ye left the Flame Heaven, there was no living, no feast, and no carnival.
In the flame world, hundreds of millions of cultivators are feeling disappointed.
I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet such a good emperor again in the future.
There was a young man dancing with a sword under the moonlight, running wildly in the night, sweating profusely, and shouting the name of the Night Queen with all his strength.
He wants to become a cultivator like the Empress.
There is a girl who carries her luggage and rides on a horse. She is so heroic and heroic, and she is not inferior to men!
She wants to go to a distant place and become a hero, and she wants practitioners from all over the world to remember her name.
This is an era where heroes and geniuses gather together. One person has changed the beliefs of countless young people.
After Qing Ge left, the Alliance Empire, under the leadership of Ye Xuanji and Queen Yaochi, and with the help of Jiujie Xi Ziyan, opened the plane tunnel.
From then on, there was no distinction between high and low in the mainland planes. The lower planes in the past enjoyed the same martial arts civilization as the One Hundred and Eight Continents!
The moment the plane beast carried Ye Qingge away, blue sky, white clouds, and ethereal piano music sounded from the distant attic.
Qingge was sitting high up, overlooking a loft that towered into the clouds.
The woman in flowing white clothes is as holy as snow. She sits cross-legged on the attic with Fuxi Qin placed on her legs.
She played a zither tune to wish her king a breakthrough in his true nature, and her two sad lines of tears were also a farewell to an old friend.
Qingge's heart ached.
No matter how many years have passed, Ye Qingcheng is always someone she can't let go of, and he can always tug at her heart.
Even if Ye Qingcheng has Xu Wenfeng by her side, she can't feel at ease.
Qingge's lowered hands slowly clenched.
Wait a moment.
She will bring Ye Qingcheng.
…
Three thousand lifetimes.
The major clans were bustling with activity, with minions coming and going to deliver the same news.
Changbai Fairy Clan.
With a bang, the tea cup in Changbai Fairy Mother's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, with tea spilling out.
Changbai Fairy's palm was inadvertently cut open by a teacup, and bright red blood immediately gushed out.
Changbai Fairy looked down, her eyes reflected a hint of red, but her heart sank.
"Have you broken through the origin realm..." Changbai Fairy Mother's face turned pale, and she seemed to have aged dozens of years for a moment: "This day should have happened a long time ago, right? She is really lucky!"
"Go and pay close attention to Ye Qingge's whereabouts. If there is any sign of trouble, report it to me immediately."
"Yes!" the waiter replied.
Changbai Fairy Mother suddenly stood up and left in a hurry, heading to the side yard where the fragrance of plum blossoms flowed.
The snow is capped, the snow is covered with snow, and only the red plums decorate this deserted winter.
Under the red plum tree, a tall and graceful woman stands in front of a shelf with a pen on it. Rice paper is spread out on the shelf. The tip of the pen is dipped in paint, touching a painting of red plums and white snow.
"Ruyan, she has broken through the origin realm!" Changbai Fairy Mother said anxiously.
In this world, there are probably only one cultivator from the Flame Sky who has shocked countless clans by breaking through just one source realm.
"Um."
Jiang Ruyan responded calmly, with no ups and downs in her mood and tone. She focused all her attention on the painting in front of her, and even murmured to herself: "It's beautiful, but it's a pity that it has no soul."
"Ruyan, what are you talking about? What are you thinking about? Did you hear it? Ye Qingge has broken through the original realm!" Changbai Fairy Mother said. "Well, it's time for the excitement of the Three Thousand Worlds." Jiang Ruyan splashed out again,
The thick ink destroyed the painting, but she was content, with a gentle smile under the veil.