The steaming smoke is extremely soft and continues to roll and surge in the sky.
The endless golden merit rippled across the sky, turning into countless lifelike birds.
The birds are delicate and exquisite, with beautiful wings, and flashes of light flash out the moment they fly.
They gathered in groups, constantly arguing, and turned into a golden wheel that continued to rotate around Emperor Jun, making the spiritual essence emanating from his body become more and more powerful.
The emperor's body was gently suspended, and his whole body shone with a strong aura of dominance.
His eyes had quietly turned into blazing gold, causing all the monsters present to look sideways, with admiration and admiration in their eyes.
The leader of the Demon Court had deep eyes and a calm expression. Facing the majestic infusion of merit, his expression did not change at all.
He slowly stretched out his right hand, and the two spiritual treasures of wisdom and wisdom in Hetu and Luoshu floated out along with the spiritual charm, blooming with the magnificent charm of Xunao, making the billions of stars in the depths of the sky twinkle and echo.
Driven by Emperor Jun, the Zhoutian Starry Formation swayed and spread quietly across the entire prehistoric sky.
The mountains, rivers, sun and moon were all shrouded in the glory of the demon clan, causing the whole world to tremble.
The brilliance of marriage lasts forever, like soft and graceful silk, always floating around and twisting and turning.
The rolled up red hydrangeas kept swaying and making a crisp chirping sound.
"I, as the Demon Emperor, grant Xihe and Wangshu the title of Demon Queen. We will share the honor and disgrace and share the blessings in the future."
Di Jun's voice was slightly hoarse and low, but his tone was unquestionable, causing several great sages present to bow and salute.
The respect in their eyes is clearly revealed.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Nuwa's mouth, and she waved her hand lightly. The red hydrangea floating in the air was immediately called, and the slender stream of light was gently returned to her hand.
"Since the heavenly marriage has been completed, I will return to the Wa Palace first and invite you to visit me in the future." Nuwa said in a gentle and pleasant tone.
The moment she was about to leave, she frowned slightly and saw Xi He and Wang Shu looking unwilling.
As if she thought of something, Nuwa sighed helplessly.
As a Hunyuan warrior from the demon clan, how could Nuwa not know how helpless they were when marrying the emperor?
They are carefree innate beings who should have lived in seclusion on the lunar star to recuperate and comprehend the world.
Who would have thought that he would be involved in this calamity for no reason.
The flavor of death was overwhelming, and even my brother was understandably tainted with it, let alone these two Da Luo Jinxian who had no basic background.
Nuwa had understood the principle of survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle, hundreds of millions of years ago, and she naturally knew what these two gloomy-looking monsters were thinking in their hearts.
Thinking of this, Nuwa's expression showed some unbearability.
However, this emotion stayed on his face for at most three or five breaths, and then completely disappeared, replaced by decisiveness and perseverance.
As a leader, Nuwa naturally knows how important luck is to the race. The demon clan regards Nuwa as their mother, so they naturally share weal and woe and share the same spirit.
In the face of major issues of right and wrong, the love between children seems extremely insignificant.
The grievances and helplessness of Xihe and Wangshu seemed so insignificant.
These two innate creatures were destined to become victims of the power of the demon clan at the beginning of their transformation. No amount of mercy and helplessness could change the current situation.
For the sake of the prosperity of the demon clan, Nuwa stripped away all the negative emotions in her heart.
She stretched out her hand, and golden leaves floated in her palm.
The leaves look very delicate and clear. The moment they appear in the palm of your hand, they burst into dazzling light. When they turn gently, you can faintly hear the sound of whistling wind and thunder.
Nuwa put the leaf in Di Jun's hand, looked at him thoughtfully, then set up the streamer and left quietly.
Many of the great demons present were extremely respectful, bowing and saluting in the direction Nuwa was leaving. The admiration in their eyes was extremely strong. Even Emperor Jun had a deep gaze, staring closely at the direction Nuwa was leaving.
After a long time, he turned around.
The banquet became lively again.
The bustling and noisy scene gradually became more intense, and fireworks and sea of flowers filled the air wantonly.
At the banquet, several great demons were changing glasses and chatting, looking particularly lively. Only Di Jun was sitting silently, thinking about something.
Until here, the scene stops abruptly.
Gusts of breeze swept in, rolling up ripples on the pool, causing ripples to the scene recorded on the screen.
Then, it disappeared.
All the prosperity shattered in an instant like fireworks.
Only the clear spring water still remains in place.
Yue Lao stood up slowly, looked at the mountain spring that had returned to its original state, and sighed with some regret.
He was wearing a pink monk's robe, with white beard and hair, and he was holding a cane tremblingly. He looked like a waning old man, as frail as the wind.
Yue Lao stretched out his hand, took out a huge golden leaf from the pool water, placed it in front of his face, looked at it carefully, and kept marveling at it.
"Is this the magical power created by the main body and used on Xi and Wangshu?" Youdao's vicissitudes of voice sounded behind his head.
Po Meng, wearing tattered clothes, walked slowly over from a distance.
She came to Yue Lao, stretched out her hand to take the leaf, and put it in front of her to look at it carefully.
After a long time, she nodded slightly, and the doubts in her heart had been cleared up by 30%.
"You are like arsenic, and he is like honey. The intelligence knowledge of the main body is really profound, and it can change the mood silently." Meng Po's eyes flickered.
"It is true, but there is nothing we can do about it. Both Xihe and Wangshu are strong men in Daluo. How can they withstand the attack of the demon clan? Marrying Emperor Jun for the sake of luck will naturally make it difficult to suppress the resentment and sadness in their hearts. If they let it go,
Regardless, it is a hidden disaster for the Demon Court."
"As the Holy Mother of the Demon Clan at that time, the main body had to prepare in advance and take precautions to avoid being affected by such uncertain factors in the battle of calamity. Therefore, he created the top magical power of love, Shuangtang,
It can change the moods of Xihe and Wangshu."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The most wonderful thing about this kind of magical power is the effect, which is not ordinary confusion, but real change. It uses a subtle way to adjust what is in the heart, so that this
The two demon queens have only been a hundred years old, but they are completely devoted to Emperor Jun and gave birth to a cross for him. The inherited bloodline has a long history, and the main body can naturally sit firmly on the Diaoyutai."
Having said this, Yue Lao couldn't help but sigh, his eyes radiating the light of wisdom.
He gently picked up the golden leaf, wiped it carefully in front of him, and then placed it in his arms solemnly, his expression looking extremely pious and respectful.
"The magical power is indeed extremely mysterious, but it is a pity that it requires the help of majestic energy to activate it. Looking at it, the only strong person with this kind of foundation is the Golden Immortal of Kunlun Mountain in the past."
Speaking of this, Po Meng was a little sad.
As a landmark building of Taoism, Kunlun Mountain has always occupied a particularly important position throughout its long history.
Countless creatures take it as an honor to worship in Kunlun Mountain, making the destiny of this Taoist holy land become more and more magnificent.
If Yuanshi Tianzun was not too narrow-minded and unfair to his disciples, how could there be such ghost stories about future generations?
If Kunlun's disciples work together as one, with such stunning figures as Manjusri, Antarctic, and Jade Cauldron, they can lead Kunlun into a new era.
It is a pity that the short-sighted leader turned this noisy and splendid holy place into ruins, and will eventually slowly disappear from sight as the sun and moon change.
"I still vaguely remember that after the Lich Tribulation settled, Nuwa taught this magical power to the Great Sage Yaozu. Later, the Great Sage was suppressed and killed by Yuanshi Tianzun in the South China Sea, and the inheritance was therefore included in the Kunlun Mountains
Within the Golden Palace, the only ones who have mastered this magical power are the Golden Immortals from Kunlun Mountain."
Speaking of this, Po Meng showed a helpless smile.
The practice of the path of love is much more ups and downs than the path of wisdom. Not only is the speed of improvement extremely slow, but it also requires immersive understanding of the seven emotions and six desires, which can easily make one's heart become confused.
Nowadays, there are thousands of sects in various sects in ancient times. Talented rookies are born out of the blue and lead the trend. There are very few people who can settle down and practice the way of love.
The two top powerhouses like Meng Po and Yue Lao rely on the two holy places of Marriage Palace and Naihe Bridge to continuously provide information as a foundation, so that they can always stand firm in the wave.
Now, if you want to continue to practice the way of love, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
How could they not want to, like Manjusri, push ikebana to the peak of the wave, making the contention of the avenue more and more prosperous? Unfortunately, various factors of the path of love limit too many possibilities, preventing it from becoming the mainstream of prosperity.
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"The successive defections of the great sages of the demon clan have backfired on the luck controlled by the main body. Now he is seriously injured and recovering in the Wa Palace. With the merits accumulated in the past, he is slowly nurturing his body, hoping to return to his original state before the journey to the west begins."
Po Meng gently fumbled with her crutches, her words a little worried.
Nuwa had worked hard to plan several Yuan Hui events, hoping to make a complete comeback with her journey to the West. Who would have thought that at the critical moment, the great demons of Beiming who were supporting her would defect one after another.
Not only did they use secret methods to get rid of the shackles of the demon-calling flags, but they also spread the word in the empty world. Nuwa's inaction in leading the demon tribe for several years has caused her status in the hearts of the demon tribe to gradually decline, and her luck has suffered.
Unprecedented losses.
In this case, even if Meng Po and Yue Lao racked their brains, they could not successfully kill it.
Now, all we can do is wait patiently for the main body to completely recover from its injuries and come back to the wilderness to turn the tide.
Thinking of this, Po Meng became slightly anxious.
Po Meng knew very well in her heart that now that the Three Qing Dynasties of Xuanmen were confined in the Zixiao Palace, and the Second Emperor of the West lived in seclusion behind the scenes, the only ruler of the ancient world was Nuwa.
If we don't stand up and do something now, wouldn't we be giving away a good opportunity?
Moreover, some time ago, Daozu specially summoned six saints and announced that he could sense that a vast charm was about to burst out.
Two saints will appear in the near future.
The sudden change caught the six saints off guard. They had already secretly ordered the disciples to search intensively to find the true qualifications of a saint.
And the quasi-sage Manjusri, who stirred up the situation, turned the tide, and created countless legends, was naturally the first to bear the brunt and became the focus of all attention.