On the top of the sky, there is a secret realm, called the Sky City. Above it is the place where the demon saint Nuwa lives. The first floor is the nursery of the Holy Mother, where countless fairy grasses are cultivated. On the countless steps,
There is one floor called the Wahuang Palace.
Above the Wahuang Hall, there is a sculpture of two snakes mating.
Under the sculpture, a woman is sitting there, and next to her is a little girl in green clothes. The little girl is sitting there, her whole body is wrapped in a breath, and there is blood flowing from her hands and her seven orifices.
Emperor Donghua held a garland in his hand, climbed up the ladder, and finally saw the woman at the top of the rooftop.
"Why are you here?" Sang Ji glanced at Emperor Donghua and frowned.
The little girl opened her eyes in pain and saw a stranger standing there, biting her purple lips, looking at him curiously without saying a word.
Emperor Donghua walked up to the little girl, stretched out his hand and gave her the garland, then rubbed her little head and said, "Let's go play first. I'll talk to your Aunt Sangji about something."
Seeing the little girl stepping on the ladder and walking down the Wahuang Palace, Emperor Donghua found a stone bench and sat down, and then said: "You cut off the dragon vein of Qingyao Mountain just for her?"
"There cannot be any mistakes in the blood of the Holy Mother," Sang Ji said.
"Qingyao Mountain is a natural moat, a natural barrier that prevents the immortal people from the north, the Daxuan people, the Frozen Yi tribe, and the Shenmin tribe from going south. If you cut off the dragon veins like this, I'm afraid there will be no peace in the future.
"Emperor Donghua said.
"I don't know whether peace is peaceful or not, but Sister Nuwa suffered such an end for the sake of the common people. Her bloodline should not disappear like this." Sang Ji said.
"Then why did you kill Wu Luo?" Emperor Donghua asked.
"She has polluted the bloodline of the Nuwa clan and violated the rules of the Nuwa clan that saints are not allowed to marry. Naturally, she is not allowed to stay," Sang Ji said.
"She just absorbed the blood of the Holy Mother unintentionally and became the saint of the Nuwa clan in a daze. Maybe she didn't know the rules of the Nuwa clan," Emperor Donghua said.
"So I didn't kill them all, I just took away things that didn't belong to her." Sang Ji said.
"I think there is a power of fire hidden in this little girl's body. This power should come from the Suzaku bloodline of the Shaodian Kingdom in the south. It was brought out of her mother's womb. Even if you wash her every day,
The marrow can't be removed by cutting off the meridian, so why bother her and make her suffer with you every day?" Emperor Donghua said.
"There will always be a way." Sang Ji said.
"Follow me back to the East China Sea. Don't worry about prehistoric things. You have already done what you should do and what you shouldn't do. I don't think the Mother Earth Emperor wants you to suffer like this." Emperor Donghua said.
"Where can I go?" Sang Ji cried and laughed.
Emperor Donghua sighed and said helplessly: "If there is anything that is most consistent with the bloodline of the Nuwa clan, it is actually the Kunlun Jianmu. She is the source of life of the ancient continent and the Nuwa clan.
It’s a pity that his life has been cut off now.”
When Sang Ji heard this, her eyes lit up and she said, "I heard that among the Qi practitioners, there is a technique of immortality. Using the Qi of heaven and earth as a guide, it can make dead trees spring back to life. Why don't you give it a try?"
Emperor Donghua glared at Sang Ji and said, "This is a towering tree. Can it be compared with that ordinary sapling? And even if it can be done, it needs a little bit of the tree's vitality to guide it. This old tree has clearly already
If life is cut off, I'm afraid there is no hope."
"I have asked Bai Ze to search for the surviving building sticks scattered everywhere. You are idle here anyway, why not give it a try with your major repair skills first, and when you find the building sticks,
I have some confidence in my heart," Sang Ji said.
"I just came to see you, because I was afraid that you would not be able to think about it after seeing the miserable situation of Buzhou Holy Mountain. Now that you are fine, I am relieved and let's say goodbye." Upon hearing this, Emperor Donghua saw several black lines appear on his forehead, and he pulled out his legs.
run.
"Donghua, how could you do this?" Sang Ji went up and grabbed Emperor Donghua's clothes, saying with a shy look on her face.
"I, please let me go quickly!" Emperor Donghua said with an ashen face.
"Aunt and uncle, what are you doing?" The little girl in green clothes climbed up to the rooftop again with a garland, and looked at the two men blowing their beards and staring, as if they were about to fight, with a curious look on her face.
"It's nothing, Jie. Didn't you say you wanted to go down to play? Auntie will give you a few days off and go down to find your Grandpa Bai Ze." Sang Ji said.
When the little girl heard this, she ran away happily.
"I said, Sangsang, let me go. If you want to talk about vitality, you need to find that old man Bai Ze. How many years has he lived? The scepter in his hand, if I remember correctly, comes from
Let's build wood in Kunlun." Emperor Donghua said.
"With his old bones, it is now difficult to climb the Kunlun Buildings. Moreover, the scepter in his hand was severely damaged during the battle with the Shenmin tribe in the East China Sea. The little bit left is nowhere to be found now.
That’s it.” Sang Ji said.
"The old man must be faking it, how about I bring him up and give it a try," Emperor Donghua said.
"How is that possible? I saw him fall off a Kunlun building two days ago, and a few of his ribs were broken by that little girl Zhenzhen." Sang Ji said.
This old ghost is naturally naughty. If I don't break a few more of his ribs when I see him next time, Emperor Donghua thought, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Where is the Witch Clan?"
"The Witch Clan is miserable. Almost all the great witches from the Heavenly Witch Palace are dead. The remaining ones are all from the Earthly Witch Palace. They usually only have some medical skills and Kunlun Jianmu. There is nothing they can do." Sang Ji said.
"Donghua, even if it's not for Sister Nuwa, for me, can you stay for a while? Once you find Bai Ze's lost wooden planks, I will never stop you wherever you want to go." Sang Ji
Then he said.
"It seems like you can stop him if you want to." Emperor Donghua curled his lips and said.
"Where has the Lord of the Five Immortal Mountains, Lord Shaoyang of the Purple Mansion of Donghua, who used to love and pamper me, gone? Sure enough, there is no such thing as a good man." Sang Ji said with a sad look on her face.
"If Emperor Fox saw you like this, I really don't know if he would faint on the spot." Emperor Donghua shook his head and said.
"You still dare to mention my brother? If you hadn't encouraged him to go north, Qingqiu would have ended up in the state he is in now. Even his brother is missing." Sang Ji cried.
"Is your brother doing it for me? It's for Fairy Yao Ji." Emperor Donghua said a little aggrieved.
"If you hadn't taken your brother to the East China Sea, would he have met Fairy Yao Ji?" Sang Ji asked.
"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I'll stay, okay." Emperor Donghua suddenly softened and said when he saw Sang Ji crying sadly and his brother was nowhere to be found.
"But you said it!" Sang Ji grabbed Emperor Donghua's arm and said with a smile through her tears.
"I heard that Chang Xi has been in seclusion for more than three thousand years. Now that I'm here, do you want to go take a look? After all, we are all old friends." Emperor Donghua suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Sang Ji stared at Emperor Donghua with her big eyes, and the strength in her hand gradually became stronger.
"Forget it, don't watch it. Watching it will only make the dying person sadder!" Emperor Donghua shook his head and said.
"Speaking of which, she blocked that slap for you and was infected with Jiuyou's filthy energy. Are you so heartless?" Sang Ji asked.
"Look, I said go, but you didn't let me go. I said no, and you said I was heartless. It's so hard to be a human being!" Emperor Donghua sighed.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to let it go," Sang Ji said.
"There's nothing I can't let go of. It's just that I feel a little guilty." Emperor Donghua said, sitting down with his legs crossed and closing his eyes in meditation.
"The garland you brought up just now was given to me, right?" Sang Ji asked in a low voice.
"Yeah!" Donghua nodded without opening his eyes.
Sang Ji looked at Emperor Donghua's meditative expression, reached out and touched his long eyebrows, which had changed from purple to completely white, and his snow-white hair, and couldn't help but burst into tears.