The fiery red robe is like a blood lotus blooming, and the color rendered by blood is like the devil's sharp fangs.
Ji Yue's pair of evil and evil eyes were filled with fierce murderous aura, so he was about to take action. Under the ring, the spiritual aura came like a storm. When it collided with the spiritual aura of the Northern Tomb King, the earth moved.
The mountains shook, and the sky collapsed.
"North Tomb King, do you dare to touch my husband's granddaughter? Do you believe it or not, let you die in Beiyue?"
The old man in a gray robe suddenly flew up, and his spiritual energy was released, covering the sky and the sun, with a majestic momentum and a scattered sea of thought.
Ye Qingtian stood in front of Qingge, protecting her like a city wall.
"Ye Qingtian!"
The King of the Northern Tomb changed color and was furious. His face was twisted like a furious lion. "Your granddaughter is a granddaughter, but my daughter is not a daughter? Do you know that death means no burial? My daughter does not even have ashes,
Just die like this!"
The sound was deafening and resounding throughout the sky.
Everyone stared at the two men confronting each other in a daze. The situation changed rapidly, and in a flash, it turned out to be a different look. The two men were the venerables of the empire, Ye Qingtian, and the strong man back then was even older.
, his aura is not inferior to anyone. Who dares to disobey the powerful aura with a powerful aura in the eight wildernesses?
The King of the Northern Tombs, who has fought for so many years in the south and north, has been wrapped in a corpse, is brave and good at fighting. He is the highest-ranking prince in Xixun and the only general with the blood of the royal family.
Now, when others are middle-aged, they are full of anger. The only daughter died under his nose, without even a body, so how can they not collapse?
Bloodshots crawled into the man's eyes, his eyes were terrifyingly red, and his murderous aura was raging and showing off.
"Your daughter?"
Ye Qingtian's eyes were chilling, "Did your daughter go to fight with a murderous intention? You know better than me. Now that I am defeated and killed, are you going to blame my granddaughter? King of the North Tomb, do you think I am old?
Is I dead?" Ye Qingtian put his hands behind him, his eyes as sharp as a sword that was unsheathed, and there was a strong chill.
A dragon has reverse scales, and those who touch it will die!
Ye Qingge is his reverse scale.
"I only know that my daughter is dead."
The King of the Northern Tomb took a step forward, the sky collapsed and the earth sank. His eyes blew fire and glared at Ye Qingtian, "Ye Qingtian, hand over Ye Qingge, otherwise I will look for the iron cavalry in the future and I will flatten your Northern Moon Dynasty!"
"Do you think I'm afraid?" Ye Qingtian sneered.
In the seat, Ye Wuhen suddenly stood up and jumped up. Jiang Zi's figure fell on the platform. He walked forward to support the weak Qingge, his eyes falling like a knife and a sword, landing on the north.
The King of Tombs, "The King of the Northern Tombs, although the four dynasties is a dispute between countries, in which year the four dynasties did not die? In the last four dynasties, was Beiyue's eldest prince died at the hands of Prince Xixun?
Is there any such thing? Turning up further, the princess whom the Emperor Dongling loves the most was cut off from his legs by the son of the Southern Emperor's family. This is also true. The prince thought about it carefully. When the eldest prince of Beiyue died, I, Beiyue, could I say
If you want to bloodshed you to sacrifice to the spirit of the eldest prince in heaven? When Princess Dongling was deposed on her legs, she could not bear the humiliation and hang herself in her heart, would Dongling hold a grudge?"
Ye Wuhen's words were sharp, and every word was like a sharp blade to cut through the tranquility of the sky. The King of the Northern Tomb's face turned white and blue, which was extremely exciting.
After a pause, Ye Wuhen stroked his sleeves, gracefully and orderly. He looked at Qingge with a pale face, and then went straight to the King of the North Tomb and said, "The King of the North Tomb is loyal and loyal, and has been fighting on the battlefield for a long time. It should be
A person with a true personality who dares to love and hate is right, why is he so petty?"
Little petty...
Could it be that my daughter has to smile and say that it is not a petty silly person?
Ye Wuhen's words were seamless and flawless. He wanted to refute, but was speechless.
Yes, how could he say that Ye Wuhen, who is a general who has been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, is he who is hidden in his mouth?
"Do you think that if I say this, I will let her go?" The King of the Northern Tomb looked dark and ink-like.
"Let her go? When will I ask you to let her go?" Ye Wuhen suddenly said.
The King of the Northern Tomb frowned. Why couldn't he understand Ye Wuhen's words?
Since Ye Wuhen didn't ask him to let her go, why should he think of such words to teach him a lesson?
Everyone in the audience looked at the stage with their eyes fixed on the night, and the black cloth hanging on the night pearls on the stone pillars was lifted off, and the light shone brightly, illuminating the world as bright as day.
"What do you mean?" asked the Northern Tomb King.
“I mean it’s very simple.”
Ye Wuhen's glass-like narrow star-like eyes showed a cold feeling like ice silk, "Ye Qingge is my Ye family, you don't need to let it go. If you think you have the ability to touch her, come here.
Yes, don’t talk about you, the King of the Northern Tombs, and you all come to the West, my Ye family is not afraid, and I will definitely accompany you to the end!"
Qingge turned his eyes and looked at Ye Wuhen. The man's outline was cold and firm, his lines were soft, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance. It seemed that the world was under his command.
Whether in Qingge's impression or in the memories left by Ye Qingge's original, Ye Wuhen has always been a quiet person who is silent and happy and unrestrained. He keeps his low profile and can survive for three years without getting tired of food, rice, oil and salt in the land of death.
, he could also endure humiliation and go out to practice under Qin Lan's eyes, until he summoned all the Ye family's branches under his command.
Qingge had never seen Ye Wuhen like this before, chatting and laughing, and the prince who had been in tears, and his face was as clear as earth in a few words.
He was her brother, and now, he stood up desperately and protected her in front of the envoys of the hundreds of countries.
Qingge's eyes moved to Ye Qingtian's body, Ye Qingtian's back was facing her, and his gray robe was blowing without wind. Although he was old, his hair was white and his eyebrows were lowered, but his hunched back looked like a
He was ready to poke a hole in the sky at any time with the sharp sword.
Her grandpa.
Even though she is old, she can still protect her.
The King of the Northern Tomb was angry and angry, his chest was trembling one after another.
He has made great achievements in his life. Who was so scared that he was trembling with fear? When did he ever suffer such anger?
"Okay, you guys are very good!"
The King of the Northern Tomb suddenly turned his head to look at the Northern Moon Emperor, his eyes wide open, his voice as loud as the bell of the embassy, full of energy, "The Emperor of Northern Moon, my daughter died in the hands of your Princess Anguo in Beiyue
, Do you want to give me an explanation to Xixun?"
The topic immediately attracted the Northern Moon Emperor.
Everyone looked at the Northern Moon Emperor.
Qingge's face was gloomy. She didn't know what the Northern Yue Emperor was thinking. I'm afraid he hoped that she would die more than anyone else. At least that was the moment he took off the golden light shield. (To be continued)