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

After the gods left, the Rain God did not forget to wash away the mess after the war with a heavy rain, not wanting to leave any clues.

Nan Hui was lying dying in the heavy rain. Baili Changyou hesitated and walked toward him. Luo Min suddenly stopped him and said, "Young Master, a large group of people are coming this way."

Baili Changyou listened carefully and said, "It's the Shui Tribe."

As he said that, he looked at the unconscious Nan Hui and the incomparable severed tail, feeling a little hesitant. He expected that those people were here to save him. If he continued to stay here, he would cause more troubles.

Baili Changyou turned around without hesitation and said: "Let's go."

The Lord of the East China Sea, Nanjing, was leading the water tribe army. The rain washed away many traces, and even the blood stains on the corpses were washed away.

Nan Jing saw the unconscious Nan Hui at a glance, "Hui'er, Hui'er... where is the Supreme?"

Nan Jing held Nan Hui's hand tightly, his eyes red. The rain slid down his cheeks, mixing with the tears that had overflowed at some point. He glanced at the tragic situation around him and felt like a knife.

He picked up Nan Hui and felt that the body in his arms was shaking slightly, and there was still a trace of breath left. A flash of determination flashed in Nan Jing's eyes. He took a deep breath and prepared to use the healing technique.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his heart, Nan Jing's figure shook, and his heart twitched inexplicably. He stabilized his mind, gently placed his hand on Nan Hui's chest, and began to slowly input spiritual power.

When he was inputting spiritual power, he looked up and noticed the severed tail.

"Hui'er, you...you...your...your tail...who, who cut off your fish tail?"

Nan Jiang followed Nan Jing's gaze and saw the severed tail. He couldn't help but feel his heart tremble. He strode forward and hugged Nan Jing's severed tail.

Nanjiang held the severed tail tightly in his hands with trembling hands, feeling as if his heart was being pressed by a boulder and he couldn't breathe. He looked at Nan Jing's grief-stricken expression, and his heart felt as if thousands of arrows had pierced it.

He bit his lower lip hard and suppressed the grief in his heart, "Dad, Hui'er's tail..."

Nan Jing brushed his trembling hands over his broken tail and choked with sobs: "The Emperor of Heaven... is worse than a beast!"

Nanjiang took a deep breath and asked earnestly: "Dad, do you have a way to reattach the broken tail?"

"At the East China Sea Spring, the severed tail can be reattached...but...Hui'er was injured too badly. This energy is like a gossamer and there is no tail. When a shark cuts off his tail and enters the water, it will be like burning his body. Even if his spiritual power is not damaged, it is unbearable. Hui'er is unbearable even if his spiritual power is not damaged. Right now..."

Nan Jing's words stopped abruptly.

Nan Jing is in a dilemma. If the shark is injured and does not enter the sea to heal, he will die, but if he enters the sea without a tail, he will die.

Nanjiang had an idea and said softly: "Dad, let's go to the East China Sea first. Can't the spring leave the East China Sea for a while? You can take the spring out to the sea to heal Hui'er!"

"One stick of incense, if it fails, either the East China Sea will dry up or Hui'er will die."

Nan Jing held his breath and stared for a moment, and finally decided to take a risk.

On the other side, Xingxuan took Feng Qingluo all the way back to Kunlun.

Feng Qingluo couldn't help but feel surprised when he looked at the Kunlun Mountains in front of him and the familiar scenery. He looked at Xingxuan and asked calmly: "Why...you took me back to Kunlun."

Xingxuan smiled evilly and replied coldly: "If you are anxious to die, I can help you." His voice was full of ridicule and indifference.

Feng Qingluo looked at him with firm eyes and said calmly: "It's better to die than to linger on, and be done with it." There was no warmth in those words, as if he had seen through life and death.

Xingxuan looked at him, his expression suddenly changed into anger. A strong anger and helplessness surged in his heart. The Feng Qingluo in front of him had lost his former blood and passion and became so cold and decadent.

"You don't care about the Fuxi clan anymore?"

Xingxuan's tone suddenly softened a lot.

"..."

Feng Qingluo's pupils trembled, and the scene of the tragic deaths of Xiakong and Dongsheng suddenly came to mind.

Feng Qingluo's silly smile echoed in the empty hall, and his voice gradually became ethereal, as if dancing with the wind.

Her figure looked lonely and lonely.

The hall seemed to be filled with endless echoes, and every laugh seemed to tell her helplessness and bitterness.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes shining with an inexplicable light, as if she was seeing everything in the world.

She looked at the high dome, and there seemed to be a huge shadow hovering there. That was the emblem of the Fuxi clan. It once brought her endless glory, but now it has become a heavy burden for her.

Laughter sounded again

"Hehehe...hehehe."

"I... used to enjoy the supreme honor because of this status and do whatever I wanted, but now I have to bear the inexplicable hardship because of this status, hahaha... I don't feel unjust when I think about it."

Xingxuan secretly took a deep breath, trying his best to hide the sadness that he couldn't hide. He looked at her, his eyes as cold as ice. "Haosheng, let's reflect here!"

He turned around and walked towards the distance step by step with that indifferent posture. His back looked particularly lonely and determined in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He had to go out to help her bear the pressure from the outside world and help her recover some spiritual power before she could face a more violent storm.

His figure gradually disappeared into the distant skyline, leaving her standing alone, looking at the direction in which he disappeared, with a complicated light shining in her eyes.

A flash of light flashed in Feng Qingluo's mind. Since Xingxuan brought herself to Kunlun, she would have time to recuperate.

The Emperor of Heaven paced anxiously in the Heavenly Palace of Jiu Ning Mountain, his face gloomy. He had just learned that the Xingxuan God had brought Feng Qingluo back to Kunlun Mountain without authorization, and he hurriedly summoned the gods from all over the world to put pressure on the Xingxuan God.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth is approaching. The magma fire in the basalt volcano area is becoming more and more fierce. The sacred mountains are also crumbling, and the crisis has not been resolved.

He summoned the gods from all directions and scanned every god with his sharp gaze. The gods felt the anger of the Emperor of Heaven and lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him.

In the entire Jiu Ning Mountain Celestial Palace, there were only the footsteps of the Heavenly Emperor and occasional whispers, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people breathless.

"Everyone, the catastrophe of heaven and earth is coming, we can no longer sit idly by and ignore it!" The voice of the Emperor of Heaven broke the silence.

He pointed with trembling fingers in the direction of the basalt volcano, where the firelight illuminated the entire heavenly palace, flashing red, like a doomsday scene. The gods followed the Emperor's hand and looked even more frightened.

He looked at the expressions of the gods and knew that his plan was half successful, so he fanned the flames and continued: "Feng Qingluo possesses the bloodline power of Fu Li Yuanshi Tianzun, if he can imitate it with his body, life, and blood. The method of Fuli Yuanshi Tianzun can stop this catastrophe and restore order to the three realms."

When the Emperor of Heaven instigated it, everyone was in danger in the face of disaster, and all the gods turned to support the Emperor of Heaven.