The hand of the God King splits mountains and breaks the sea, shaking the world.
The huge light and shadow were like towering mountains pressing against the sky, covering directly above Qingge's head, and it also had the momentum of swallowing the sky and fertile moon.
A huge hand sank slowly, and the shadows under the cage spread across the two mountains, and the cold moon and stars were blocked by the palms.
Under that palm, Qingge was as small as a grain of dust and an ant, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the ancient power.
The world is full of thunder, the cold wind is everywhere, the momentum is like a dragon coming out of the sea, and the tiger going down the mountain.
As her palm pressed down, Qingge could feel the headache that was about to break, and her body seemed to be about to break, and she had no way to escape!
Although the God King is not as strong as Feng Qi, he is a big shot ten thousand years ago.
Qingge was thinking about how to deal with it. She not only wanted to come and go freely, but also wanted to protect these tens of thousands of practitioners.
It seems that Fang Yuqing has already expected that if Bi Yuqing attacks low- and medium-sized practitioners, she will definitely appear and catch the turtle in the jar!
Qinggexu narrowed his narrow eyes, his eyes were cold, and the cold air suddenly surged, and his red lips curled up a cold smile.
Just a god king, do you want to take her down?
Qingge slashed in the air with a knife and was about to take out the green lotus cloak armor given by Dongling Cod, but at this moment, a desolate heavy snow suddenly fell in the middle of the night, covering a distance of hundreds of miles.
The snow came suddenly and strangely, which surprised Qingge. The heavy snow that seemed to fall from the sky suddenly formed a storm and swept across it. It was as if it were the speed of chasing the moon and the momentum of the autumn wind swept the leaves.
Crashed into the hand of the God King.
The ice, snow and frost enveloped the hands from ancient time and space. In the shadow of heaven and earth, before the people arrived, the voice came first: "Hehe... God King, did I give you a face if you dare to touch me?"
The familiar voice surprised everyone.
Countless people looked in the sound, but saw a figure walking on the snow at the end of the darkness of the ice and snow.
The eldest son of the Beizhou Prince's Mansion, Wang Qinghong!
Bi Yuqing, Xiao Shanyan and others all recognized Wang Qinghong, their eyes filled with a strong look of shock, and their faces were full of horror!
Especially the jasper green, with a pale expression.
Brother Qinghong’s man?
Bi Yuqing really couldn't figure it out. Wang Qinghong once hated Ye Qingge to the core, but now the two northwest continents are united to attack the east. As the young master of the Beizhou Palace, why should he help the Eastern Emperor?
Xiao Shanyan and other practitioners were confused. The grudges between Wang Qinghong and Ye Qingge spread throughout the five continents of the heavens, and they were completely immortal.
One is the Fenghua East Emperor from the lower continent, and the other is the famous Beizhou Prince who is in the cultivation list. He is as powerful as water and fire and has never been harmonious.
But unlike before, Wang Qinghong no longer had the awesomeness and arrogance on his body, and only had a sense of evil and cruelty that had penetrated his bones and souls, like a ghost from the Nine Nethers, lonely in the souls of the world.
The wind and snow suddenly became fast, and Nan Xueluo raised his right arm. The hand of the God King, wrapped in wind, frost, ice and snow, turned into clouds and smoke in an instant, dissipated in the long wind and heavy snow.
"A Luo?" The God King's eyelids suddenly thrust, and he looked at Nan Xueluo in surprise.
Nan Xueluo was still wearing the luxurious and elegant purple robe, with black hair standing high, and a smile that seemed to be there and not a single smile on the corner of her lips.
It's like a fox, but also the cruel cold blood of a wolf.
Nan Xueluo ignored the gaze of the God King, Fang Yu and the others walked straight to Qingge. She raised her hand and gently stroked the snowflakes on Qingge's shoulders.
"The little girl is so brave that she dares to come here alone?" said Nan Xueluo.
"If you are not brave, you are a coward." Qingge smiled.
Nan Xueluo looked ruthless: "You can open an outlet for 300 million grains and grass. You have such a big heart. Are you not afraid of going to hell?"
"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" Qingge raised his eyebrows and put away the green lotus cloak that he was about to take out, and his aura was slightly restrained.
"Where is Fengqi?"
"Go away."
"Go to immortality?"
"Um."
“…”
There was silence around, Nan Xueluo looked sad and sad, and the mist and tears in her eyes could be seen vaguely.
After a long time, Nan Xueluo let out a long sigh, turned his head to look at Qingge, and said solemnly: "Don't be afraid, she's gone, and I'm there."
"Aluo, what do you mean? Are you going to be an enemy of me?" The God King said coldly: "Are you my nominal wife? Are you not afraid of being laughed at by others in doing this?!"
The people around were surprised. When did the God King's wife become Wang Qinghong? They looked left and right, their eyes were filled with horror. Although the spirit of the broken sleeves had been sluggish, the God King and Wang Qinghong,
It's a couple who never changes.
"Just? Are there so few people who are laughed at? God King, this is the first time in thousands of years that you have admitted that I am your wife. It's great."
Nan Xueluo smiled.
"Aluo, you, I, husband and wife are one, and even if you have a different intention, you shouldn't be like this." The God King comforted her heartfeltly.
"Honey and wife are one..."
Nan Xueluo burst into tears. When she murmured softly, a tear flowed across her cheeks.
She smiled in the wind and snow, but she was like a thin willow shaking hopelessly, miserable and miserable.
"Let me borrow a knife?" Nan Xueluo looked at Qingge.
Qingge pursed her lips and understood vaguely what Nan Xueluo was going to do next. After hesitating for a moment, she handed the Ming King knife in her hand to Nan Xueluo.
Nan Xueluo smiled, clearly a man's body, but she smiled at the woman's desolation.
She held the blood-red sword in her light hand, raised the Mingwang sword and waved it on her head.
A few strands of black hair fell on the ground, Nan Xueluo smiled bitterly and said unswervingly: "You and I have been famous for thousands of years, and today we will end. From now on, you will walk on your single-plank bridge, I will pass my Yangguan Road, a man and a woman will be married.
Marrying is all unrelated. God King, go, I don’t need you as a husband anymore.”
She was very calm, and the wind was light and the clouds were calm, but tears leaked her pain.
Yes, when I said this, my heart was torn apart and my bones seemed to be crushed.
However——apart from the pain, Nan Xueluo had a moment of relaxation, and had not struggled for thousands of years of love, and finally got rid of it.
Brother God King, go, I don’t love you anymore.
Her love is possession, madness, and hatred!
A beautiful picture reflected in the eyes of the God King. The figure in his eyes was not Wang Qinghong, but Nan Xueluo.
He still remembered that when he was a child, he pointed to the doll in the cradle and said, "I want her to be my wife."
A joke, a thousand years of obsession, even if this account has not been settled, it is still at its peak.
The God King once hated Nan Xueluo for restraining himself and wanted to separate countless times. When this moment came, he did not feel as happy as he imagined, but instead felt a hundred times more melancholy and mixed with all kinds of feelings.
"Grand Nan, let's stop here. Ye Qingge is the main person of God. If he commits four sects of sin, he must be punished in the sect's mansion!" Fang Yu shouted sternly.
"Yeah?"
The heavy snow piled up into a throne. Nan Xueluo sat on the snow chair with her black hair spread out ink hair, folded her legs, and placed her white and tender hands on her knees. (To be continued)