At this moment, the Alliance Empire, from top to bottom, whether it is the Xuanqing army and the original masters of the plane beast, or the cultivators who look up on the empire land, all looked dull and extremely shocked.
There was only a slender figure in everyone's eyes.
She looked very young, only seven or eight years old, with black hair scattered, wearing a short red skirt, brown soft boots underneath, silk wrapped around her calves, revealing only a piece of her thigh above her knees.
Unlike ordinary ladies, her exposed skin is not white and red, but a wheat color, which is a skin color that has only been exposed for many years of wind and sun exposure.
In addition, there are also scars of all sizes, spreading on the legs like thorns.
There was no evil spirit in her eyes, but the moment she frowned, the sky and the earth were trembling.
The girl's small body seemed to contain unparalleled explosive power, which could crush thousands of troops in an instant.
The first place in the Xuanling List is well deserved.
Then there was a long period of peace.
Lord Xuanqing, who fell to the ground in a mess, hurriedly got up. Even though he had seen countless people, he had seen the world, but his legs were weak.
If Qiu Qingqing had the intention to let him die, he would have fallen into the abyss and be crushed to pieces.
What made Lord Xuanqing even more terrified was that when he faced Qiu Qingqing, he had no power to resist. The true energy and the power stored in his body were as soft as cotton.
Qiu Qingqing stepped on the rose flowers, her body was as light as a swallow, and she raised her jaw slightly, looking at Lord Xuanqing and the crowd disdainfully.
She was wearing a mask on her face, and although her voice was tender, she no longer had the innocence she used to be, like a wild ghost wearing a child's skin.
The major senior executives of the Alliance Empire did not find that she was Qiu Qingqing, but they just felt that the roses flying all over the sky seemed familiar.
Qiu Qingqing's appearance made the battle situation a deadlock, and the gray sky suppressed the minds of the practitioners.
The roar of the plane divine beast sounded, and Luo Lei came in the plane divine beast, looking at Qiu Qingqing anxiously and expectantly, trembling with his lips, as if he wanted to speak, but he finally wanted to speak but stopped, and he didn't say a word.
Qiu Qingqing was very alienated and only glanced at Luo Lei indifferently, without saying anything else.
"Sister Rose." Luo Lei looked at her back and clenched his fists, just like the boy with a complex and stubborn expression next to the doghouse for many years.
Qiu Qingqing looked back at him and sneered: "Luo Lei, you have been so many years, and you really have no prospects at all. In the future, don't say you know me."
This time, even the top ten masters of the Pingqiu Yan clan were stunned. They really couldn't figure it out. Even if this girl was Rose on the first place in the Xuanling List, why did Luo Lei have such a humble attitude?
Luo Lei plays an important position in the Temple of Heaven. He is not only the son of Master Penglai, but also the person Qin Lingzu likes, friends he interacts with, and a big shot like Jiang Ruyan.
Suddenly, these original masters began to doubt Qiu Qingqing's identity. Could it be that Qiu Qingqing was not the Fire Heavenly Man, but a lady from three thousand generations?
Thinking of this, a look of fear suddenly flashed through the eyes of the original masters.
Even they dared not talk to Luo Lei with this attitude, which shows that Qiu Qingqing's status is not something they can provoke!
I saw the roses slowly blooming on the bottom of Qiu Qingqing's feet, dispersing like a veil of smoke and flowing water, gently wrapping Qiu Qingqing's feet.
Like a pair of red boots.
Qiu Qingqing fell from the sky and came to Qingge.
The people around were staring at Qiu Qingqing intently.
Will the Xuanling List and the Night Queen collide with such a spark?
Qiu Qingqing and Qingge looked at each other, silence is better than sound, and they did not express a word, but they had a tacit understanding, and smiles appeared on both of them.
Suddenly, Qiu Qingqing knelt on one knee from a high altitude, facing Qingge, and a pair of calloused hands clasped their fists and said with a high voice: "Xuanling List 1, Rose, pay homage to Empress Ye!"
Meet?!
She is the first in the Xuanling List!
One sentence immediately attracted the attention of countless people.
Qingge stood in the sky, looking down at Qiu Qingqing.
She understood what Qiu Qingqing meant, that this was not a master and servant, nor a monarch and minister, but a kind of transaction.
Qiu Qingqing handed over the divine character to her and chose her.
And she must avenge the dead people of Rose City.
Qiu Qingqing himself is difficult to complete.
So, she bet all the treasures on Ye Qingge.
He made a desperate bet, only to defeat Qin Lingzu.
The girl in front of her was carrying too much blood and hatred. Her life was no longer an independent individual. Her soul was composed of thousands of wronged souls from the people of the city.
That ruthless fire burned the homes of Qiangwei people, but by chance, because of the illusory ancient mythology, Li Qiangwei gained a new life.
From beginning to end, she did not go to find Zhang Liren, a man she once loved to the bone.
Because love can't satisfy her.
Only when the full of hatred can be vented can her soul be controlled by herself!
How could she talk about love with the wronged souls of the city people?
This hatred of responsibility is too heavy, so that Qiu Qingqing always drags his tired soul to plan the day when he will be repaid in the future.
The interaction between Qingge and Qiu Qingqing was silent.
No……
It should be said that the scorching sun and sunshine at this moment, the cool cold wind of autumn and the gorgeous clouds all over the sky, all know their deal.
Even the god who had never appeared was staring at the two people, one big and one small.
The scene above the sky is like a painting slowly spreading out in a fairyland, which is clearly extremely beautiful, but reveals endless sadness.
The girl with aura was kneeling on one knee, looking up at Empress Ye, with red boots on her feet, and a rose bloomed with the ultimate bloom.
The young empress straightens her back and allows her silver hair to fly, calm and unremitting.
Her vast aura comes from years of accumulation and precipitation.
The blood marks on her face were the hero's medal.
The painter in the distance was filled with blood and excitedly held the brush, recording the stunning moment one by one.
After a long silence, Qingge took out the Xiaotian hairpin from the treasure of the space, bent over slightly, stretched out his snow-white hand, and tied up Qiu Qingqing's messy hair.
Then, Qingge's movements were elegant and gentle, holding Qiu Qingqing's shoulders in both hands and slowly lifting it up.
"Beautiful job." Qingge smiled.
Qiu Qingqing looked at Qingge deeply, raised her face, and smiled: "It's just a bunch of waste, not to be afraid."
Qingge looked at Qiu Qingqing with a funny look, as if she had seen Li Qianwei from many years ago, and was free and free. Looking at the 108 lands, everyone knew her Li Qianwei!
The original masters looked at each other. On the one hand, they were afraid of Qiu Qingqing's identity and background, but when they came to Xuanqing's army, they wanted the bones of the Nether Queen Ye to remain.
At this moment, they were at a loss and had to look at Luo Lei and wait for Luo Lei's orders.
Luo Lei stood on the back of the plane's divine beast, looking at Qiu Qingqing with complicated eyes, with a little sadness and a little struggle.
Luo Lei's mind was like a revolving lantern, presenting various memories of the past.
Li Qiangwei is the woman who amazed his past. That relationship was like a family without blood in the long-term relationship.
He still can't forget that Li Qiangwei was next to the doghouse, clearly in rags and clearly living with the beast, but she had the eyes of a wolf.
Luo Lei's ears were all Li Qiangwei's voice:
"Xiao Lei, if you have a sweetheart in the future, remember to bring it to your sister."
"Xiao Lei, my sister is so tired, I'll carry my sister for a long time."
"Little Lei..."
Only Li Qiangwei would call him Xiao Lei, and give him the warmth he expected in his lonely childhood.
Luo Lei didn't know what happened, so Qin Lingzu would kill him like this.
I don’t know why the dead Li Qiangwei became Qiu Qingqing.
But he understood that at this moment, it was time for him to make a choice.
Luo Lei lowered the sorrow between his eyebrows, and raised his hand lightly and said, "The fate of the Spirit Ancestor of the Temple of Heaven is to break the iron chain!"
Qiu Qingqing looked at Luo Lei smiling in the howling wind.
Her voice was still a bit ostentatious, but there was a little more depressing sadness than Luo Lei's sister in memory: "Xiao Lei has grown up."
In just one sentence, Luo Lei's eyes were filled with tears.
Tears were flowing in his eyes, full of complex feelings for many years, but what he said was a decisive order like cold iron: "Xuanqing army, the origin spiritual master, obey my orders, close the territory of the alliance empire, I will come in person, break the iron chain!"
Two lines of hot tears flowed across his cheeks, and he looked at Qiu Qingqing with a smile, and Qiu Qingqing also smiled brightly.
It turns out that what is more terrifying than being strangers is that he has become a destined enemy and has been killed by each other from then on, never ending in death.
Luo Lei finally made up his mind and made a choice.
He will be the most advantageous knife in Qin Lingzu's hands.
Luo Lei controlled the plane beast under his seat with his mind and thoughts. He crossed the sky clouds and came to the sky above the Alliance Empire again, appearing next to the Iron Chain of the Abyss.
In his hand, he held a sword from the Temple of Heaven and pointed it at the chain of the abyss.
The original masters were obedient and no longer looked back and hesitated, intending to block the Alliance Empire so that Luo Lei could cut off the chains of the abyss.
"The Empress, it seems to be a little troublesome." Qiu Qingqing looked at the ten original masters and grabbed the hair.
"Yeah, it's very troublesome."
"Are you afraid?" Qiu Qingqing smiled.
Qingge curled her lips, "I'm afraid of a bunch of waste?"
Qiu Qingqing smiled even more exaggeratedly.
The conversation between the two was unconcealed, and it was particularly harsh in the eyes of ten original masters.
Ten masters of origin were very angry.
Such powerful people were actually called waste by two powerful people in the Xuanling Realm?
A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!
His anger spread three thousand feet, crossing the world!
The original masters no longer blockade areas, but have the will to fight.
Among these ten original masters, the two strongest ones are two women, and are outer disciples of the Pingqiu Yan clan.
One of them was wearing a light red long gown, with a sharp sword, willow-leaf eyebrows, a small waist, and a red lips!
The woman looked at Qingge and the other two coldly, and anger filled her eyebrows: "You guys want to die?"
Another girl, who looks a little younger and has a domineering personality, holds a short knife with tassels in both hands: "Sister Ding, why bother talking nonsense to the dead?"
"Junior Sister Luo is right." Ding Xue smiled slightly and said contemptuously: "I have heard that a great person appeared in the Fire Sky. He is young and proclaimed himself empress, and is the first person in the ages. I saw him today, but that's it."
Luo Siyu wrapped her hands around her chest, and two knives were suspended on both sides of her body. Around the blade, a red blood mist like a silk streamer was generated.
"Senior Sister Ding, don't say that. He is the mistress of King Qinglian. We are a small family, be careful of being cut off by King Qinglian." Luo Siyu's words were even more mocking and ridiculing.
Ding Xueleng sneered: "Of course we sisters, the mistress of King Qinglian, cannot afford to offend us, but now no one knows that King Qinglian is a foolish king, and is not worthy of being the emperor, and is fascinated by a witch."
"Don't look at the mistress of King Qinglian or the granddaughter held by the Seventh King of the Divine Moon in the palm of his hand." Luo Siyu smiled.
"The granddaughter of the Seventh King of the Divine Moon? He is just a wild species raised outside. He has no name and no distinction. Even if he is included in the genealogy, he cannot change his identity as a wild species."
"Senior Sister Ding said that the granddaughter of the Seventh King of the Divine Moon is actually a human bloodline, without any elf bloodline. If this is spread, it is also a joke."
Ding Xue and Luo Siyu sang together, and their words were extremely unpleasant. Every word and sentence were as if it were a knife or a sword, with a gun and a stick.
Qingge's face did not change, while Qiu Qingqing's smile remained unabated.