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

When the Demon Lord saw this, he was so happy that he was crazy and shouted: "Hahahahahaha, the three realms will be mine."

He swept past the flame and disappeared into the hall in a plume of black smoke.

His body was like lightning, and he instantly crossed the sky, flew straight to the basalt crater, and threw the fire down hard.

The demon king's eyes were fixed on the falling fire, as if he was already the overlord of the three realms.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to be in doom. The moment the fire fell, an unprecedented heat wave surged out crazily, as if it was going to burn the entire world to ashes.

The originally calm and mirror-like lava ocean surged instantly, and the red lava jumped in mid-air, as if cheering to celebrate the arrival of the new ruler.

However, the next moment, the Demon Lord's smile froze on his face.

The surging molten lava did not explode as he expected, but quickly calmed down, as if nothing had happened. The originally red lava also cooled down instantly and became dim.

"What time is this?"

The Demon Lord muttered in confusion.

As soon as he finished speaking, the molten flames surged up again, as if they were boiling, but there was no scene of fiery molten flames bursting out. The mountains did not collapse and the ground did not crack.

He roared angrily, and the surrounding rocks were shattered by a force of pressure.

The Demon Lord's voice directly roared to Baili Chang's right. Their eyes met, and lightning flashed.

The Demon Lord's pupils turned scarlet, neither of them spoke, and the surrounding magnetic field changed.

At this moment, a heavy rain poured down; the hell magma, which was not affected by the rain, gradually darkened, and its fiery red color gradually darkened.

A strange emotion flashed through Demon Lord's scarlet eyes. He clenched his fists and his knuckles turned white from excessive force. He roared angrily: "Why is this?"

Baili Changyou stood in the strong wind with an indifferent expression. The rain slapped his face and blurred his vision. His voice was very soft, but full of determination and determination.

"If you want to destroy the Three Realms, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. The core of lava is definitely not so easy to activate its power."

He clasped his hands together, and a red flame rose from his palms, in stark contrast to the rain. It was a fiery energy, an untouchable majesty.

He raised his head to the sky, and the strong wind blew his robes.

He closed his eyes tightly, as if challenging the rolling dark clouds. The dark clouds seemed to sense his challenge. For a moment, thunder rumbled and lightning pierced the sky.

After a while, the rain stopped above the basalt volcano, but the molten flames still showed no reaction at all.

Seeing this, the Demon Lord said angrily, "I will definitely let it burn completely. I want the three realms to become scorched earth and taste the humiliation of my demon clan for thousands of years."

The Demon Lord's figure disappeared from the sky, leaving only resentment and unwillingness in the air. Baili Changyou quietly looked at the direction in which he disappeared, with an imperceptible sneer in his heart.

Baili Changyou's eyes flashed with a profound light. He knew that the Demon Lord's anger would trigger a catastrophe, and what role he would play in this catastrophe.

Immediately, he looked deeply at the heavy rain and thought to himself: "How heartbroken she must be to make this world sad."

Uneasy, he hurried towards Kunlun Mountain. He also kept complaining about Xingxuan God and Tu Shansi.

"Two useless guys, no one can keep them."

Baili Changyou sighed helplessly and accelerated towards Kunlun. The closer he got, the thicker the dark clouds became.

The strong wind swept through the dark clouds like wolves and tigers, turning the sky into pitch black. The rain poured down, pattering on the face, cold and ruthless, making Baili Changyou feel like his heart was cut by a knife.

He didn't dare to guess what Feng Qingluo was feeling now, what kind of despair and pain it was that could cause such great sorrow in the world.

Baili Changyou finally flew to the foot of the mountain. In front of him was Feng Qingluo, whose face was as pale as paper. Her mournful wailing voice floated in the wind and rain and reached Baili Changyou's ears.

He didn't dare to step forward. Feeling guilty, he just stood not far away and watched everything silently.

Feng Qingluo knelt in the rain, trembling all over, her face was as pale as paper, tears fell silently, her eyes were hollow and painful.

She knelt in the blood, with Dong Sheng's body torn into several pieces beside her. She held the green shirt with concentric flowers tightly in her arms, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the torn clothes.

Her heart hurt like a knife, her soul seemed to be torn apart, and her world seemed to collapse. Rain and tears mixed together, sliding down her delicate cheeks.

In the course of the road, misfortunes never come alone, and blessings never come alone.

Xingxuan walked slowly out of the rain and said softly: "Come back to Kunlun with me!"

Feng Qingluo raised her head numbly and looked at him blankly.

"The Red Dragon Army has sadly lost a general. In order to stabilize the morale of the army, the emperor should return to Cangqiong to take charge. It is really not a wise move to return to Kunlun with the god."

Baili Changyou said with a gloomy face, looking straight at Xingxuan.

Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes were full of worry. He stood beside Feng Qingluo, his old body swaying in the wind, as if he might fall down at any time.

"Girl, I know you feel sad, but now is the time when the clan members need you most, so you have to cheer up."

Feng Qingluo pursed her lips and her eyes flickered sadly.

Emperor Xuanyuan patted her shoulder gently and said nothing, but the worry in his eyes became stronger.

In full view of the public, Feng Qingluo had to be strong.

She rolled her cheeks, ignoring the teardrops, and shouted sternly: "The Red Dragon Army obeyed the order and brought the corpses of the soldiers back to Yunhai in Sumishan Mountain for burial, so that they can rest in peace and live up to their name!"

Following her order, the soldiers of the Red Dragon Army responded in unison. They were solemn and solemn, and executed the order meticulously.

Feng Qingluo turned around and walked in the direction of Sumishan. Behind her were the soldiers of the Red Dragon Army. They were carrying the corpses of the soldiers on their shoulders and followed her silently. Their steps were firm and heavy.

But Feng Qingluo's eyes were already scarlet red, his fists were clenched, and he secretly said in his heart: "I must destroy the demon clan and seek justice for you."

Those familiar faces echoed in her heart, smiling faces and laughter, all swirling in her mind. She seemed to see them being brutally killed by the demons again, and the anger in her heart was burning.

Feng Qingluo tried hard to hold back her tears, and the rain in the sky stopped. But the wind and snow in her heart were still there, and everything felt its sadness; they bowed one after another and lost their color. The flowers drooped feebly and the trees trembled bleakly, as if they were bowing down to her loss and heartache.