Qiu Yue sat on Tenzo's corpse, her small body trembling as she rubbed her eyes, her young cries echoing softly.
The sound of lava boiling, the sound of turbid water cascading were all silenced by the little girl's cries, wailing and filling the whole huge space as if mourning for her mother's new death.
Ning didn't bother to listen to her cries for a long time as he stood still, guarding the bit of golden light in his violet mansion, his divine sense standing still.
Qiu Yue cried for a while, but when she saw Ning ignoring her for a long time, she stopped crying as well.
"Father can be really cold." Qiu Yue dried her tears and said unhappily.
Ning said long ago, "What the hell do you want?"
Qiu Yue slowly looked up, then her little head snapped up, hooked the middle fingers of both hands on the sides of her mouth and pulled them violently, staring wide-eyed and making a face with a wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wa
The Luo Shu scroll in Qiu Yue's hand gave birth to light, and in the dark core of the earth, the turbid water and magma were silent together, but the sound of the earth's movement deeper in the depths grew stronger and stronger. Qiu Yue's body was gilded with an intertwined black and white light, as if day and night had given meaning to her petite frame. At this moment, the spiritual power she was displaying was almost all-encompassing in terms of pressure, and the battle Ning had fought with her earlier seemed like a splash of water between children when compared to it. On the walls, in the liquid, and in the space in all directions, countless chaotic and intertwined visions came out in a rush, and Ning longingly felt as if he had fallen into a child's dream of light and weirdness, losing his battle vigilance for a moment. Fortunately, her target was not herself. Ning Nagisa immediately made up for the breach, and Shura's body swept across th
Siming sat on her knees, her knees together, her hands holding her shoulders taut, her delicate bones appearing distinct, her porcelain white cheeks stained with silvery white silken hair, the wisp of a sly smile hooked at the corner of her mouth flickered, she raised her eyes, staring miserably at Ning for a long time, her complexion struggling, seeming to hold back something, her tightly clenched silver teeth wanting to speak again and again. Lu Married Married looked at this sudden scene of Snow Porcelain and was also taken aback. Ning Nagisa had already jumped ahead and bent down, asking, "Miss Xuechuan, are you alright? Did Qiu Yue play a dirty trick earlier?" He turned his back to Lu Marriage, his words full of concern, but the eyes that looked at Siwei were like a sharp knife, full of threats, as if to say if you dare to pretend again, I will not spare you. The Secretary is emboldened, thinking that Lu married married behind you, you have a thi
"Marry, you're mistaken." Szell got up shakily, and the coldness in his eyes gradually faded, turning into a soft color. Lu married eyes trembling with watery light, in which the light color of blood has not yet faded, this pair of eyes in the fine white like snow cheeks, like a pool of water tinted with a faint haze, halo full, seems to be at any time to have a clear spring overflow. Her fragrant shoulders trembled slightly as she looked at her with a complicated expression, and said in aggravation, "You've admitted to lying to me just now, so what else is there to defend?" Siming looked at her like this, recalling the bits and pieces after they met, she also developed a lot of guilt, and softly defended: "It must be that Ning Changjiu and Qiu Yue colluded, this book is Qiu Yue's writing, of course she wants to write whatever she wants to write, you listen to her a mouthful of a father, how intimate she called him? There must be a ghost in this!"
The moment the Luoshu was opened, the vast world was far away from him. Their spirits fell as violently as if they had stepped in the air while dreaming. As they descended, a whole new picture opened up in front of them. It was a grand scene so empty that it had no boundaries. With them at the center, six huge stars glowing with a spirit-like white light connected in front of them like an arrow ready to fire. On the side of the white star, the shining group of stars looked like glowing flowers, blooming densely in the grass, and the twenty-eight constellations of the three magazines and four elephants spoken of in the books were spread out in the diffuse sky, and they whirled about in the sight, and it was not possible to tell whether the stars and buckets were moving or were moving by themselves. Then, they all saw two huge figures. The dark golden dragon carried countless blades on its back, its body stretching like a mountai
It was nearing noon, and dusk had arrived early in the sky above the Ancient Spirit Sect. In the isolated world of the God's Sect, the smell of snow drifting in mid-winter is not detected, and the change of seasons seems weak here, and the slightly curled yellowing at the edge of the leaves always makes people feel that it is still early fall. Ning Xiaoling in her white dao skirt stepped on the gravel-paved road, the green and yellow grass scratching at her ankles, her long, draped hair swaying slightly with her footsteps, with no hair accessories, only a bow tied at the end of her hair with a thin, red rope. She rolled the notes in her hands and read them as she walked, occasionally cupping her slightly pointed jaw as she thought hard about something. Yu Jin stood by her side with a cat bowl, knocking as he walked, Shimei Shimei shouting. Now everyone knew that Ning Xiaoling kept a cat, a privilege of the leader of the Spirit Valley Competition.
The sky bloomed into a sea of white and silver flowers. Qiu Yue sat on her knees on the Book of the Rock and received the holy light from the one who was bathed in it. This was the invocation she had spoken to Ning Nagisa about when she was in the Luo Shu Earth Core, and she had been prepared at the very beginning to bring her sincerity to defect to the White Hidden Divine Kingdom if things were not to be. She was a creation of Tenzo and Hades, their daughter, and could rightfully receive their legacy and bones. This is condoned by the Divine Principle. As she had said earlier, she herself could take the Heart of God and reside in the Kingdom of God, and Hakuzo would dedicate it to her as a last resort. Yes, if it really comes to the moment of last resort for Hakuzo, what are the precepts of heaven? "Well, you should first follow me back to the Baiyin Snow Palace, at which time the Great God Bai Zang will make a decision."
Dusk gradually convergence, the sky after a short period of dull, but more bright. Earlier the dim yellow is more like a haze in the air, after the haze dispersed, we only reacted, this moment is still the afternoon, the previous light is just the heaven and earth anomaly. Light plunged into the wooden hall, but the disciples in the hall were silent as if they were ice sculptures. Everything I experienced before seemed like an illusion, how that white cat had written the paper and answered it so quickly looking even a little polite. "Xiao Jin, what's going on with your family Shimei?" A disciple softly asked. Yu Jin was more surprised than any of them. Doesn't Shimeji only know how to sleep and eat? How can it be so spiritual? "It it's probably gone to look for Xiaoling." Yu Jin stammered. It was inevitable that she was a bit weak when she said this. After all, on weekdays, she often relied on the fact that Shimekazu didn't und
The rubble was suspended in the darkness, luminescent and constructed in the shape of a temple building. In the faint light of the Underworld, Your Highness of the Nine Specters, countless figures slowly floated out of the dark river. They are all snakes, and while the air is clearly unsupported, they are able to snake through it as if they were walking on a flat surface. Their sandpaper-like scales scraped against the darkness, and the subtle sound was like picking through the shell of an egg with a bamboo skewer. They parade through the underworld, leaning in the direction of the Temple of the Underworld. These snakes are all the souls of the feathered serpents. The feathers on their backs have been broken, and they carry a crippled beauty. They are gathered outside the Great Hall. In the middle of the temple, the woman's mournful screams resounded abruptly, bursting out from the cracks in the stone. The battle in the Temple