Xiong Batian and others were waiting outside. The woman in a red shirt slowly walked out, holding a lazy and calm smile on the corner of her lips.
She lowered her eyes slightly, looked down at her gently raised palm, and a touch of original spiritual energy came to her fingertips.
Taking a slight breath of fresh air is different from the past, and it is more refreshing and refreshing than the fragrance of flowers.
"I wish my king to break through the original realm, and to take three thousand lives from now on, and fight the legendary road again!" Ye Xuanji, wearing an imperial uniform, knelt on one knee and arched her hands.
She raised her face and looked straight at Qingge with bright eyes, all of which were admiration in her eyes.
The rest of the people had all knelt on the ground.
Even though the woman next to the lintel had already removed her imperial crown, she was still the king in the minds of hundreds of millions of cultivators in the world.
Qingge is not pretentious, she is so generous. After waved her hand, she saw everyone crawling on the kneeling ground getting up.
"I stayed in 108 land for several years. This land is not my hometown, but it has many inseparable bonds and feelings."
Qingge said.
"Empress." Arou lowered her head and said, "The formation family of the Three Thousand Clans, the Nianxia clan, has sent an invitation letter. Arou has received the invitation from the Nianxia clan and will choose a date to go to the Three Thousand Clans, and the next clan last year."
Qingge nodded: "Okay."
"Ge'er." Linglong's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she smiled: "In the days you have been in seclusion and practice, Long Shitian has become a twelve-level Xuanling Master. The swordsman's attainment has alarmed the Sword Sect for three thousand generations. The father has gone everywhere to find the origin.
The promotion to the elixir and the relationship between the Sword Sect was opened. When she broke through the original realm, she could go to the Sword Sect. There was Yan'er, her ice evil body, and the state she practiced, to go to the Three Thousand Worlds."
Qingge suddenly realized that when she was in seclusion, her grandfather had done so much.
The King of the Seventh Palace knew that she would not stay in Shenyue to live comfortably, but she was afraid that she would not even have a heart-to-heart talk in the Three Thousand Worlds, so she tried every means to help Master Liu and others go to the Three Thousand Worlds.
Of course, Mr. Liu, Arou and Long Shitian are all materials that can be made, and the King of the Seven Palaces is just giving opportunities.
There seemed to be a heat flowing through Qingge's chest.
"There is also a tiger son. The father will personally send him to the Forest of the Demon. Where is his world. He is your disciple, and you don't have to worry. The father went to see Shenyue himself.
King, just ask for love with the lord of the Fallen Demon Forest, and take care of the tiger's son."
Linglong came to Qingge's side, held the woman's hand gently, and sighed: "The road of the three thousand generations is not easy to walk, but Aunt Ling, as an elder, will protect you."
The Seventh Palace King and the Five Kings Thunder God stood side by side, looking at Qingge in complexity.
Especially Thunder God, looking at Ye Qingge in the Origin Realm, he felt that the clouds were clear and the moon was bright.
Since becoming a disciple, before the master could teach him his unique skills seriously, Thunder God waited eagerly and finally hoped that his master would come for three thousand lifetimes.
Even the passionate blood in Thunder God's body seemed to boil in an instant.
It is conceivable how lively the next three thousand lives will be.
The era of legend has not ended, and there are legends about her that continue and never stops.
Qingge looked at the closest people around her and showed a sincere smile.
She stood outside the threshold and bent down, bowed with both hands, and saluted solemnly.
"Everyone, take care of yourself, there will be a period of time later."
"The mountains are high and the water is far away, we will fight again tomorrow!"
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On the day when the Night Queen left the Flame Heaven, she had no survival, no feast, and no carnival.
In the world of flames, hundreds of millions of practitioners are feeling lost.
Such a good emperor will be hard to meet again in the future.
A young man danced his sword under the moon, running wildly in the night, sweating profusely, and shouting hard to the name of Empress Ye.
He wants to become a cultivator like the Empress.
A girl carried her luggage and rode a horse. She was so heroic and handsome that she was as good as a man!
She wants to go far away and become a hero, and ask these practitioners from all directions to remember her name.
This is an era of gathering heroes and geniuses. One person has changed the beliefs of countless young people.
After Qingge left, under the leadership of the Alliance Empire, led by Ye Xuanji and the Queen of Yaochi, and with the help of Xi Ziyan from Jiujie, the plane tunnel was opened.
From then on, there was no distinction between high and low on the continental plane. The previous low planes enjoyed the same martial arts civilization as the 108 continents!
The plane beast carries the moment Ye Qingge leaves, the blue sky, white clouds, and the ethereal sound of the piano sounds from the attic in the distance.
Qingge looked down from a high place, overlooking a towering attic.
The woman in white dress is as holy as snow. She sits cross-legged in the attic with her legs placed on her back
Xiqin.
She played a piano music and wished her king a breakthrough in the origin. The two lines of sad tears were also bidding farewell to her old friends.
Qingge's heart aches.
No matter how many years have passed, Ye Qingcheng has always been the person she can't let go, and she can always touch her heart.
Even if there was Xu Wenfeng beside Ye Qingcheng, she couldn't feel at ease.
Qingge's hanging hands slowly clenched.
Wait a little longer.
She will bring Ye Qingcheng here.
...
Three thousand generations.
All major clans are very lively, and they are often slaves who inform the same news.
Changbai Immortal Clan.
With a bang, the teacup in Changbai Fairy Mother's hand fell to the ground, shattered into pieces, and the tea water overflowed.
A small hole was cut by the teacup inadvertently, and bright red blood immediately gushed out.
Changbai Fairy Mother looked down and saw a touch of redness reflected in her eyes, but her heart was sinking.
"Have you broken through the Origin Realm..." Changbai Xianmo's face turned pale, and in an instant it seemed like she had aged for dozens of years: "It should have been this day long, right? She is so lucky!"
"Go and pay close attention to Ye Qingge's whereabouts. If there is any slightest disturbance, report it to me immediately."
"Yes!" the waiter replied.
Changbai Fairy Mother suddenly stood up, hurriedly left, and headed to the yard where the plum fragrance flowed beside her.
The snow is covered with silver, and only the red plums decorate this deserted winter.
Under the red plum tree, a tall and elegant woman stood in front of the rack with a pen, with rice paper flat on it, and the tip of the pen was stained with paint, touching a painting of red plum snow.
"Ruyan, she has broken through the Origin Realm!" Changbai Fairy Mother said anxiously.
In this world, from the Fire Heaven, only breaking through one original realm has alarmed countless clans, I am afraid that only one will be the one.
"Um."
Jiang Ruyan responded lightly, and her mood did not fluctuate at all. She focused all her attention on the painting in front of her, and even muttered to herself: "Beautiful is beautiful, but unfortunately, she has no soul."
"Ruyan, what are you talking about? What are you thinking about? Have you heard that Ye Qingge has broken through the origin realm!" said Changbai Xianmo.
"Well, it's time for three thousand years to lively." Jiang Ruyan splashed open again, and the thick ink destroyed the painting, but she was content with a faint smile under her veil.