Chapter 2221 My Phoenix Clan has no lasting hatred
Everyone in the wasteland looked at her.
She doesn't need wealthy clothes to surging. As long as she stands there, she will be bright stars that can instantly attract everyone's attention.
For many years, only she remained calm and calm when she was punished by the Lord of God.
It was a kind of extraordinary and unrestrained, but it was filled with bloody slaughter in its bones.
Fang Yu looked at Feng Hua's cheeks in the prison, which were combined with Yan Bitong in his memory. A hint of fanaticism gradually appeared in his ancient Jing Wubo's deep and cold eyes.
"It's stubborn and unrepentant."
Fang Yu seemed helpless and breathless, and that long sigh contained too many complex feelings.
Fang Yu shook his head, swung his imperial edict away, and countless rune fonts rushed towards Qingge like swords and swords, strangling Qingge.
The prison was still tightening, and he wanted to crush Qingge into meat paste.
Liu Yan'er's bloody hands kept holding the prison, as if she wanted to stop the prison from shrinking, but the power she was proud of was vulnerable in front of the God Lord's Heavenly Prison and was not worth mentioning.
Liu Yan'er's eyes were red and covered with hysteria. She looked at Qingge in pain in the prison, and two lines of clear tears slid down, "Qingge, don't die..."
Qingge turned his head and met Liu Yan'er's eyes. His heart trembled slightly. The calm that he had been maintaining completely collapsed at this moment and disappeared.
Many emotions surged into my heart.
Qingge pursed her lips tightly, stretched out her hand through the gap between the golden pillars, and her white and slender fingers gently stroked Liu Yaner's cheeks.
"Master Liu should stand tall, how can he cry like a woman?" Qingge opened his agile and cold eyes, looking at Liu Yan'er with half doubt, smiling like a flower, and sweet and delicate
.
"Since you call yourself a god, how can you be humiliated by those ants? Qingge, don't die, don't die..." At the end of the speech, Liu Yan'er murmured silently, which was a nearly begging cry.
Liu Yan'er's blood-filled and wounded hands stretched into the gap through the cage, clutching Qingge's sleeves tightly, staining the bright red blood on the embroidery of the robe.
The space inside the prison became narrower and the prisons on all sides were completely fitted to Qingge's body. If they moved forward, it would be enough to crush Qingge.
The speed of prison retraction has not diminished yet.
Fang Yu looked at all this coldly.
"Junior Sister Ye..." Feng Jin and other disciples rushed over and were stopped by the elites of the royal palace.
In the distance, a figure stood in front of him, wearing a tall hat, and under the hat were cold eyes.
She looked at Qingge contemptuously, as if she was looking at a cold corpse, a dead person.
"Ye Qingge, you will have your own harvest." Bing Lingtian said indifferently.
Bing Lingtian frowned slightly and whispered to himself: "Where is the Phoenix Tail Ling...?"
Bing Lingtian raised his eyes and looked at the God King, unable to understand it. If he could not get the Phoenix Tail Feather, the true strength of her Phoenix Clan bloodline would be difficult to burst out.
To inherit the position of the leader of the Phoenix clan, you need to cross three bridges, one bridge brings another sky, and our Phoenix clan has no eternal regret.
Her strength is limited. Without the Phoenix Tail Feather, she would not be able to get through the Three Bridges at all.
Just as Bing Lingtian was thinking, the cage that imprisoned and shackled Qingge had shrunk to a certain extent.
The golden pillars on all sides of the cage were as sharp as swords and blades, cutting Qingge's red shirt, cracking her skin and wounding, and blood overflowing from it.
"Qingge!" Liu Yan'er widened her eyes in horror and screamed in a sad voice.
Regardless of the pain of her hands, she used the ice body as the source and constantly released frost, trying to freeze the prison and prevent the prison from shrinking.
How to...
Liu Yan'er was furious, and her chest was rising one after another. Her breathing suddenly became rapid, her expression suddenly tense, and her little face was so scared that it was pale and bloodless.
With a plop, Feng Jin knelt down at Fang Yu, hugged Fang Yu's legs, and looked up at him, "Master Fang Yu, Junior Sister Ye is so good, how could it be a disaster star monster? Please... let it go
How is she? Junior Sister Ye is very good. She has never done anything bad, so something must have happened."
"Are you questioning the Tianji Tower or the God Lord?" Fang Yu pulled his legs back calmly, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked indifferently at Qingge in the prison.
Since things have long deviated from the track and the chess pieces have also left the chess game, the gears of fate of the star map no longer roll, let blood cover everything and cover this vast world.
As soon as Fang Yu said something, Feng Jin's face changed suddenly. He opened his mouth and never said a word.
Tianji Tower and the Lord of God are all believers in the hearts of countless practitioners in the heavenly realms of the gods.
As long as they say it, countless practitioners will believe it.
Feng Jin was in pain.
Behind Feng Jin, many disciples from the Heaven and Earth Court stepped forward and crawled and knelt on the ground.
"Master Fang Yu, let Junior Sister Ye go." The disciples said in unison.
Feng Jin gritted his teeth, moved his legs kneeling on the ground, and approached Fang Zhu as much as possible.
"Master Fang Yu, I am willing to endure such pain on behalf of Junior Sister Ye. Please forgive Junior Sister Ye." Feng Jin said.
The disciples followed closely and shouted loudly: "We are willing to be punished on behalf of Junior Sister Ye."
Long Shitian walked up and knelt down: "Master Fang Yu, all beings are thieves and all beings are happy, and they will never change because of one person. Qingge is an innocent person and should not bear such pain. The Zong Mansion and the Divine Realm are
The belief in the Gods Heavenly Realm exists, and the establishment of the sect palace is for fairness and justice, rather than bullying others with power. This is really unfair to Qingge."
"Master Fang Yu, this girl Ge'er is indeed very fierce, but she is a good person. She is still a girl and a child. She shouldn't have suffered this." Dean Lin's eyes were slightly red. He really liked this child, but he also
I don't understand why... why everyone is forcing her.
She never did anything wrong.
Why is the important task of the catastrophe of heaven and earth and sentient beings imposed on a little girl?
This... is not fair.
This...is against the truth.
Dean Lin turned his head and looked at Qingge who was covered in blood but didn't say a word, and his heart hurt.
How stubborn and strong is this child.
I have suffered grievances and injustice, and I have never cried or compromised.
She was a weapon, and the world could not do anything to her from beginning to end.
The elders of the Tiandiyuan couldn't bear to look at it anymore. The second elder was about to go over, and the other two elders stopped him.
"Brother Wang, go and ask Master Fang Zhuo. That would be too cruel to treat a girl." Baili Qingfeng couldn't bear to look at it again.
Bang!
Wang Qinghong slammed Baili Qingfeng hard on the cheek with his backhand, and a blood-red palm print suddenly appeared, as if blood was penetrated.
This palm made Baili Qingfeng dizzy and his eyes roar.
Wang Qinghong glanced at him sideways, "Qingfeng, I really misread you. Ye Qingge's appearance has caught your soul?"
Baili Qingfeng frowned, covered her face, lowered her head, "Please help her."
"There is no cure for waste." Wang Qinghong turned around and left.
"In such a dangerous situation, Feng Qi, can you still calm down?" Nan Xueluo chuckled in Wang Qinghong's spiritual world. (To be continued)