The figure of Tai Yao, the son of the Nine Emperors, in a wide-sleeved long coat appeared in the sight of the gods, holding a jade box with a clear body in his hand, which was the written will of the Emperor of Heaven. ∥.s. #
The Great Emperor Gouchen frowned. The Nine Emperors were once the disciples of Emperor Bai Ze, so they naturally walked together with the master. He came with a decree from the Emperor of Heaven, so there must be nothing good. He immediately said loudly: "Son of the Ninth Emperor, look at the current situation for yourself, it has already become like this, the Emperor of Heaven will not tell us to stop at this time."
Tai Yao secretly sighed, he naturally also knew that Zhuyin's reputation in the God Realm had always been bad, and now he seized the opportunity to punish them to death, and he would definitely not let them go.
As the Emperor of Heaven, it is really difficult to mediate between the powers of the gods. It is a fact that Xuanyi has degenerated into a demon, and it is also a fact that the degeneration of the gods will never be let go. Most of the 120 war department chiefs have issued a plea, asking for a killing order.
If it's a small god, it's fine to solve it all at once. The Zhuyin clan who was born as the Lord of Ten Thousand Dragons killed their princess. How can the emperor and Xiaolong want to live a peaceful life in the future? The Zhuyin clan was completely exterminated and now the Huaxu clan is involved. There are only a few noble and thin-blooded tribes, and one less is eliminated. Goods?
Tai Yao looked at the corpses of those generals in the sea of clouds who had not yet had time to turn into clean energy. He felt very tragic and dared not look any further. He turned his head and said, "Your Majesty Gou Chen, when the lords asked for their orders, they didn't It is said that Hou Yi's arrows will be used to kill so many innocent generals, I am afraid it is not just the disaster of the fallen gods."
Knowing that he wanted to use this thing as an example, Emperor Gouchen shook his head: "That's Emperor Qingyuan going his own way, and has nothing to do with suppressing the fallen gods."
Tai Yao smiled, opened the jade box and said loudly: "The Emperor of Heaven has a decree, immediately take back Hou Yi's arrows, and capture the fallen gods alive, so that they cannot be hurt."
How can the family of the Emperor of Heaven be so capricious? Emperor Gouchen said sharply: "Half of the hard work, the Emperor of Heaven came to stop the Nine Emperors, so as to teach you that Emperor Zhongshan might not be able to live, but cut the weeds and eradicated them for the sake of them." good"
Tai Yao frowned, then loosened it immediately, and said in a low voice: "Zhuyin Dragon God's aura is long, and it won't disappear in an instant. It may be saved after being sent back to the upper realm."
He bowed his head in salutation, and said no more, he was about to fall to the edge of the cliff, when other emperors thought about it and said: "Son of the Nine Emperors, this fallen **** came here after absorbing the turbid air of the sea of hatred, now it seems like a meeting It's not appropriate for the walking Lihenhai to take her back to the upper realm rashly."
Tai Yao said softly: "Since Lihenhai was created by the upper realm, it still has to return to the upper realm to deal with it."
He lowered his cloud head and landed on the edge of the cliff, looked up at the huge Sword Qi Transformation God, and then his eyes fell on the white-clothed God Lord under the Empress Sang, who sat leaning against a tree with his face and lips as snowy.
Tai Yao said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Fucang, sir is waiting in the upper realm."
The sword energy faded away like a tide, and the snow-colored slender figure soaked in blood on half of his body was blown down slowly by the breeze, and suddenly turned into a cloud of dark wind, rushing towards Emperor Zhongshan and Lord Xiaolong.
The generals backed away vigilantly, watching the princess squatting beside her father and brother, wiping the frozen blood on their bodies with clean sleeves.
It would be nice to stay in Zhongshan, if you don't come, you won't be injured, you won't bleed, and you won't die. In fact, she doesn't like to see who dies for her at all, A Niang is enough.
Xuan Yi silently looked at the hole in his father's chest. Since A Niang died, he was locked up in the Hall of Eternal Life all day long, and Qing Yan was also driven away by him. She really didn't have a deep father-daughter relationship with him. Most of the reasons for running to Lihenhai alone were for Qingyan.
But she didn't want him to perish, so she lived like this, continued to have **** with the goddesses, and made troubles for her children as much as possible. Who told her and Qingyan to be so unlucky to have such a messy father.
But his breath gradually weakened, and the bloodstains could not be wiped clean. Previously, she hoped that Shaoyi would take Xinyu back, but now she hoped that he hadn't actually taken it back, so that her father would not die, and she really hated this scene right now.
Tai Yao walked behind her and tried his best to soften his voice: "Little Junior Sister, go back to the upper realm, we all know what happened, we will definitely not let you have trouble."
She is not afraid that something will happen to her, what she is afraid of is already in front of her eyes.
Groups of thick and crazy turbid air rose from the wound on her back like a cloud of smoke, causing the gods to frown, and Tai Yao couldn't help but retreated a few steps. Just as he was about to say something again, he suddenly felt the magic spell thundering in the sky, and unexpectedly Several war department chiefs disregarded their orders and forcibly acted at this time.
The pitch-black ice wall stood silently on the edge of the cliff, and the magical soldiers could not break it. The snow-colored figure who was still squatting suddenly stood up. In an instant, the sky was dark, and the generals felt a huge snowstorm like nightfall. Blowing towards the face, all of them were frozen like statues.
Big black snowflakes fell like torrential rain, covering half of the sky, and the bright sun was still on the side.
It's still not enough, she wants the whole universe to be engulfed by the wind and snow.
She really never cared about the order of the world and the responsibilities of the gods. She was so selfish and only valued what she wanted to value. If these generals touched her scales, they would eat the wrath of the Dragon God of Zhuyin.
The pitch-black blizzard grew wider and wider, and finally covered that half of the sun. It's dark, and that's fine.
One hundred and eight huge black crystal-like ice dragons surrounded the entire edge of the cliff. In the ghastly darkness, the gods saw Emperor Gouchen and Emperor Qingyuan, who was still in a coma in the distance, being entangled by the dragons, almost at the same time. It was crushed in an instant, and I couldn't even scream. The next moment, the group of dragons pounced on the generals who attacked her just now, their blood was full.
Well, she really can't continue anymore, like in the sea of hatred, all her strength is exhausted, if she is 300,000 years old now, no one wants to leave here.
The crazy wind, snow and ice dragon faded away in an instant, Xuan Yi's body shook slightly, and he fell down under the horrified gazes of the gods.
The golden light flashed under the emperor's daughter, and the golden dragon transformed into Chunjun swayed towards him, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed the blood-stained body again in one gulp. The blue heavenly sword fell back into Fu Cang's palm, humming and trembling for a long time before returning to tranquility.
Qingdi raised his hand suddenly, embraced Fucang who was slowly limp, and then stroked Chunjun lightly, his eyes seemed to be moved, shocked, but also admiring.
This heavenly sword has recognized its owner, and from now on it will only obey its master's orders, and will not hesitate to die, even if the blood stains the gods.
Breaking through the way of the sword desperately again and again is also for the princess in the sword
His child seemed destined to entangle with Zhuyin's princess to the end, his stubborn and staunch temperament was exactly the same as his mother's.
Xiao Jiu, who had been hiding in the distance for a long time, timidly ran to the edge of the cliff, whimpered and lifted Fucang onto his back, Qingdi patted its biggest head, and put the bodies of Emperor Zhongshan and Lord Xiaolong on it , I stepped on the back of the lion, turned back to Taiyao and said softly: "Please also ask the nine emperors to lead the way."
This messy journey of killing the fallen gods started suddenly and ended suddenly. It was the Houyi arrow that killed countless generals, it was like lifting a rock to shoot yourself in the foot.
The generals were stunned for a long time, and a Dingmao general said timidly: "Brother Changqin, let's go next"
The crown prince Changqin rose against the wind, frowned and said, "Let's all go back and think about it."
If there is no Houyi arrow, thinking of this, Prince Changqin would be a little terrified. If there is no Houyi arrow, it is really hard to say what the situation is now, let alone whether he can go back alive.
Fu Cang dreamed that he was walking on that wasteland again, and there was no longer that lonely and slender figure of the emperor Sang Xia in the distance.
He walked over slowly, listening to the rustling of the leaves quietly, only to feel emptiness.
A pair of soft arms encircled him quietly from behind, and the cold breath of the Dragon God of Zhuyin wrapped around him.
Fu Cang turned around abruptly, but woke up suddenly again, he saw a very strange yellow-colored tent, he was lying on the quilt smoked with Jiuhexiang, probably the moon window was not closed, the wind blew the gauze tent swaying endlessly.
He opened the gauze tent and got out of bed, the sun was shining brightly outside the moon window, the bridge was made of green glaze, and the pillars were made of black crystal, it was the scene of the Heavenly Palace.
The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and the footsteps approached, but a strange priest came in. Seeing that he was awake, the priest hurriedly bowed and saluted: "God Fucang, I'm sorry."
Fu Cang nodded in return: "Excuse me, how many days have I slept?"
"Since Shenjun was sent to the Heavenly Palace by Emperor Bai Ze, he has slept for five days."
The priest bowed and said: "Emperor Bai Ze has an explanation~www..com~ If the emperor wakes up, please take the sword Chunjun of the emperor and go to Yanhe Palace to have an audience."
He pointed his hand respectfully to the small case under the window, and sure enough, the clean general uniform and pure Jun were placed on it.
After the priest left, Fu Cang immediately changed his clothes, Fang grabbed Chun Jun, suddenly felt something was wrong, and immediately recited the mantra, the next moment, the slender body with half of the body dyed red fell softly into his arms, motionless .
she hasn't woken up yet
Fu Cang lifted the black veil covering Xuan Yi's eyes, carefully inspecting her complexion, she was the same as usual, with red lips and white teeth, and a long breath. Untied the blood-stained clothes, washed the blood on her body with rain and dew, there were no wounds on it, and the wounds pierced by Emperor Gochen's crossbow arrows had completely healed.
But even if he shook her body slightly, she didn't have the slightest intention of waking up.
Fu Cang frowned tightly, closed and fastened her blood-stained clothes, pushed open the door and walked out quickly.
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