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

That air hole requires strong power to fill, and Xingxuan's spiritual power and soul are being swallowed up by the air hole.

Xingxuan felt as if his body was being torn apart by a huge force, and every heartbeat was painful.

His spiritual power seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole, disappearing continuously, and his soul seemed to be pricked by fine needles, hurting into his bones.

His body began to tremble, and every inch of his skin felt like it had been cut by a cold blade.

It was a kind of cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, like the cold wind in a thousand-year glacier, biting and ruthless.

His black hair gradually lost its luster in the painful struggle, like autumn leaves, withered and yellowed in the cold wind, and then fell off.

His hair changes from black to gray to gray to white. A head of once-black hair has now become as snowy as frost.

But he still didn't cut off the power connecting the air points. Recalling the hundreds of years in Kunlun Mountain in his mind, the pain in his body eased a lot.

He smiled bitterly and murmured softly to Feng Qingluo in his fantasy: "She is really a girl that makes people dream about her."

At first sight, she fell in love with her and was obsessed with her for the rest of her life. She was originally heartless, but she was born with love.

Xingxuan also doesn't know whether heaven is ruthless and humans are sentimental, whether it's right or wrong.

All he knew was that his heart had fallen into an abyss of eternal destruction.

He seemed to be under her spell and couldn't help himself.

Every sunrise and sunset, he misses the girl who makes people dream about him.

Her smile, her eyes, and her words all attracted him like magic.

He missed her innocence, her gentleness and thoughtfulness, and her mischief.

As he thought about it, his consciousness gradually faded away and he fell to the ground.

Xingxuan's remaining half life was unable to block the air pocket.

The night wind passed quickly, picking up the fallen leaves coldly.

The world around me seemed to have fallen into deep silence, with only the sound of crickets in the distance and the rustle of fallen leaves nearby, which seemed to tell the loneliness and emptiness of this world.

He lay quietly on the ground, his face looking extremely pale in the moonlight.

His consciousness was floating on the edge of darkness, and the scene in front of him was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

Every little sound was like a crashing ocean wave, assaulting his senses.

His body was like a withered leaf, being pulled by invisible forces and gradually sinking into the abyss.

His heartbeat echoed in the silent night, like beating a lonely drum.

Every beat is like a final struggle, with endless sadness and helplessness.

Hong Yi hurried over, the air pockets were still gushing out, but the leakage momentum had weakened a bit. Xing Xuan, with white hair, lay lifeless on the cold ice and snow.

Wrapped in white clothes, he almost blended into Bai Xue.

Hong Yi's pupils trembled, he couldn't imagine that this was actually the Xingxuan God with outstanding celestial appearance, who was in charge of the books of the gods and the person who controlled the divine way of chaos.

He stumbled towards him, and Xingxuan's face looked calm and peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep quietly. He called softly: "God Lord... God Lord." His voice was full of pain and helplessness.

He tried to help Xing Xuan up with his trembling hands, only to find that the spiritual power of the god was exhausted. He quickly transferred his spiritual power to him to extend his life.

Hongyi transferred half of his spiritual power to Xingxuan, and he regained some vitality and stabilized the momentum of the collapse of his soul.

He carried Xingxuan alone and returned to Tongtian Pavilion, and the matter of the Qi Cave could not be delayed. However, Xingxuan only accepted one disciple in his life, and he taught them all with all his money. There must be a way to rescue Feng Qingluo, and the god may also count on her.

At this time, Feng Qingluo, who was far away at the top of the sky, felt the fluctuations of the Tianji Sword, and felt inexplicably uneasy.

Tu Shansi just glanced at her and noticed something strange about her, and asked with concern: "Luo'er, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Feng Qingluo Feng Qingluo frowned slightly and looked up at Tu Shansi: "No, I feel... something happened. The Tianji Sword is restless, and I feel uneasy too. I feel like something bad has happened. .”

As soon as she finished speaking, the flowers on the top of the sky began to wither and droop.

Feng Qingluo and Tu Shan were already standing on the top of the sky, watching the flowers around them begin to wither and droop, a scene of withering.

Feng Qingluo was startled. She never thought that things would be so bad.

Tu Shansi looked around at the surrounding scene, his face showing calmness and calmness, comforting Feng Qingluo: "Don't worry, let's first find out the reason for the decline of the spiritual power of this sacred mountain."

"Well, let's go back to the Heavenly Temple first."

Feng Qingluo used the Heaven-Shading Sword, and the two quickly returned to the Heavenly Temple.

At this time, the originally vibrant vegetation in the Tiansheng Temple has long since withered.

The once green leaves were now a shabby gray. Even the bark of the century-old tree was dry and cracked, looking lifeless. It's already like this on the mountain, and I'm afraid it's even worse down below.

Everyone didn't know what happened, they all fell into panic, and even their breathing became cautious.

This scene shocked her so much that she shouted loudly: "Lan Zhi, change my clothes for me, I want to go down the mountain."

Lan Zhi was already standing by, and when he heard her voice, he immediately stepped forward.

When Tu Shansi heard the word 'go down the mountain', his heart couldn't help but tremble. He grabbed Feng Qingluo's arm and stopped him: "You can't go down the mountain."

"Why not? If the spiritual power of the sacred mountain declines, something big must have happened; how can you know the situation below the mountain without going down the mountain?"

Feng Qingluo took out his arm, gently stroked his cheek and said, "I know you are worried, so let's go together wherever we go."

Tu Shansi couldn't suppress his emotions, and his eyes immediately became moist. He nodded with a wry smile and replied: "Okay, don't leave even one step away."

They were all afraid that what they saw would come true, and Feng Qingluo was even more afraid that something unpredictable would happen as soon as Tu Shan left his sight.

Just as she hurriedly put on her crown, changed her clothes and walked out of the dormitory, Taigu had already led Hong Yixianguan to ask for an audience.

As soon as Tu Shansi saw the people from Kunlun Mountain, his spiritual energy surged all over his body, his desire to fight soared instantly, and his desire to protect took over his reason.

"What are you here for?"

Tu Shansi was worried about what Xing Xuan would do again, so he used Danzhu Cangqiong to block Hong Yi in the courtyard.

Hong Yi bowed respectfully and said: "I came to ask the emperor to save the life of the god. I also hope that the emperor will save the god for the sake of the god who preached and received his karma."

Feng Qingluo was puzzled and sneered: "He Xingxuan is the true god of creation. He controls chaos, opens up the world of gods, and benefits all living beings. He is powerful in the world and famous in the three realms. How can it be my turn to save him? He has the power to reach the sky. .”

She looked at Hong Yi's expression carefully, and after spending a long time together, she knew that he had a serious temperament; his expression did not look like he was joking.

Then he invited him into the study again and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"