The empress draws her sword for love and conquers the three realms

Tu Shansi nodded solemnly and said, "I already know about Jiuyou. Please focus on the matter in Cangyue Valley."

"Yes." Su Moli nodded and continued: "The mysterious power sealed at the bottom of Cangyue Valley turned out to be the power of the demon god and the ancestral energy of chaos. The two divine powers, one yin and one yang, seemed to complement each other and coexist. The intention of mutual destruction.”

Sure enough, his suspicion was correct.

Tu Shansi stared at the candlelight with blurred eyes, saying nothing as Su Moli continued to speak.

"I also learned from an elder of Sanzuwu who had been drunk for many years. He had observed for many years that in order to destroy the gods and demons, chaos must be destroyed. Within a thousand years, there will be a catastrophe in the three realms that will destroy the world. The gods and demons will destroy the world, and chaos will save the world. He also said The reason why the Chaos Ancestral Qi was sealed was that there was a bloodline that was so powerful that people would come close to it. Once the bloodline was so powerful that people would get close to it, it would become a host. It looks like divine power, but it can become a god in one step and a devil in one step. People with divine power will definitely He was pushed out from the three realms to save the world with his own body, and the way to save the world is to effect Pangu the Great."

This is undoubtedly a path of death, and now his Luo'er has a chaotic ancestral energy.

Before Su Moli finished speaking, Tu Shansi suddenly interrupted him and asked, "If someone's bloodline is not strong enough, will his body explode and die?"

"Well, I think so; that Chaos Ancestral Qi is the source of spiritual power that nourishes the flowers and grasses in the rivers. To kill the Chaos Ancestral Qi, the host's meridian essence and blood will be needed to revive all things in the world! Except for Pangu back then. Great Emperor, who still has such bloodline power?"

Su Moli told him everything he thought.

Tu Shansi pinched the bridge of his nose melancholy and fell into deep silence.

Who has such bloodline power? Feng Qingluo's blood has the power of all things, and can control wind, rain, sun and moon.

Luo'er must not be allowed to get close to Cangyue Mountain. Now that a chaotic ancestral energy has entered her body, and now she has chosen the path of the Holy Spirit of Creation, everything seems to have destined her to be extraordinary in this life.

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He punched the corner of the table angrily and said through gritted teeth, "What a Xingxuan God."

Su Li on the side looked at him in surprise.

His eyes were scarlet, and his chest was rising and falling with anger, but he knew he couldn't have an attack. He had already figured out Xingxuan's intention of accepting a disciple.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Su Moli called softly.

Tu Shansi slowly came back to his senses, turned his eyes to him, handed him another rock, and said: "This basalt volcano needs to be closely monitored by someone. It's getting late, so I can't stay for a long time. I remind everyone to be careful and hide it." .”

"promise."

Su Moli stood up and bowed.

A gust of wind swept over his clothes, and Tu Shansi disappeared into the secret room.

He hurried back to the Heavenly Temple. There was still a candle burning in the bedroom, and a beautiful person seemed to be waiting for him in the gauze tent.

He walked over, hugged the delicate body from behind, and whispered softly: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Feng Qingluo stretched his arms lazily, turned around and leaned into his arms and said, "I'm very sleepy, but I will think of you again when I close my eyes."

Tu Shansi said softly: "No, there won't be a next time. I won't let you wait."

He had a deep understanding of how unbearable it was to wait for someone during those hundred years. That kind of pain is so painful that it hurts to the bone. How can I let the person I love the most experience that kind of pain?

He lowered his head and kissed Feng Qingluo's forehead lightly.

Feng Qingluo's soft body moved slightly and said in a soft and waxy tone: "I am willing to wait for you."

Tu Shansi raised his brows, smiled lovingly, and hugged her tighter; he hugged her tightly.

Suddenly, a cold current ran through Tu Shan's body, and the cold thorns were like needles. In the past, whenever he held her, he would feel a warm current.

He couldn't help but shudder, and slowly let go of the hand holding her.

Tu Shansi realized that it was his own cold poison. A hundred years ago, he was injured by the extreme cold when he used his soul to cross thin ice water while searching for the Nine-Turn Exquisite Stone.

He tried to get up to avoid it, but just as he was about to cast a spell to make Feng Qingluo fall asleep, Feng Qingluo held him down. She asked with a worried look on her face: "What do you want to do?"

Feng Qingluo's pupils shrank, and she felt the extreme cold on her fingertips. She couldn't help but ask, "Why is your body so cold?"

"I'm cold."

Feng Qingluo tested it again. He didn't feel the spiritual power on his fingertips and breathed a sigh of relief, "Did you feel any discomfort?"

"No."

Feng Qingluo was stunned for a moment, and the next second he was frozen, unable to move. He could only look at him worriedly, "You lied to me."

Tu Shansi was already trembling all over and his lips turned purple. "I...I...I'm fine. It's just cold poison. It will pass after a while."

Tu Shansi's eyes were full of pain, and he struggled feebly.

Feng Qingluo looked at him blankly. She had never seen Tu Shansi like this before. Tu Shansi, who was always calm, rational, and calm at all times, was like a bird trapped in ice, unable to struggle.

Seeing her eyes full of fear and self-blame, with tears in her eyes, Tu Shansi's heart twitched, and he suppressed the pain and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, just get over it and you'll be fine."

Feng Qingluo took a deep breath and tried to calm down her mood. After calming down, she grabbed Tu Shansi's wrist and said, "I'll see what kind of poison it is. I can't cure it yet."

She couldn't bear the coldness when her fingertips pressed against her wrist; she could only imagine how much pain Tu Shan was suffering.

Feng Qingluo looked confused. For some reason she couldn't feel her pulse.

Feng Qingluo's fingers trembled slightly, and a trace of doubt and shock flashed in her eyes.

She put away her fingers and stared deeply at Tu Shansi's wrist, which was a kind of deep contemplation.

In the end, he could only cast spells to roam through every inch of the meridians.

"The soul is poisoned by the cold..." she repeated in a low voice, her voice full of seriousness and importance.

She was extremely shocked and saw Tu Shansi curled up and trembling.

Feng Qingluo opened his palm, transformed into a small knife, and cut his wrist, "I think my blood should be able to relieve your cold poison."

"Luo'er, don't do this, don't."

Feng Qingluo shouted sternly, "Don't be stubborn, the blood is flowing out. If you don't drink, it's all for nothing."

"I do not want."

Feng Qingluo dropped the knife on the ground and desperately squeezed out more blood from his wrist.

She held Tu Shansi's mouth domineeringly and forced him to drink her blood.

After a while, the frost on her hair began to subside, and her suspense calmed down. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It really worked."

Tu Shansi stood up with difficulty and sat up.

Feng Qingluo looked at him with confusion, "What do you want to do?"

"Stop the bleeding quickly, I..."

"I don't need you, I can do it myself, I can do it."

She lightly scratched it with her fingertips, and the wound healed.