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

Xingxuan Divine Lord sneered, glanced at Feng Qingluo with his peripheral vision, and said in a smooth voice: "I accepted her as my disciple because I wanted to save all the people in the world and fulfill her mission as a god. Because of her, the Basalt Volcano It can only rise and end because of her."

When Feng Qingluo heard this, his face instantly turned pale and his body swayed slightly, as if he was lost.

"What do you mean by these words?" The Emperor's voice was cold.

"Literally." Xingxuan said calmly.

"good very good."

The Emperor of Heaven was pleased and said two good words in a row

Xingxuan added: "You should have used your body, blood, and life to extinguish the basalt volcano and give an explanation to the gods."

"Hehehe, explain... ok... ok... very good. I, Feng Qingluo, do things by myself and take responsibility for myself. Don't embarrass my people."

Feng Qingluo raised his eyes slightly, glanced around, and said: "I now understand why Gu Jun was so frustrated back then."

At that time, she must have been cut off by these extremely hypocritical villains. She had no will to survive. The three worlds were too cold.

Uncle Xukong died to save him... Uncle Dong Sheng also died... Even Tu Shansi, who regarded him as his life, died... Now I have nothing to miss.

Filled with grief and anger, she roared angrily under the gaze of the gods, and the iron chains around her were instantly shattered.

Her figure was like a dragon, soaring into the sky, defying the Emperor of Heaven.

"Covering the direction of heaven, I, the Great Emperor of the East, am worthy of both heaven and myself."

Her words reverberated between heaven and earth like thunder, making the entire people on the execution platform tremble.

The blood in Feng Qingluo's body was boiling at this moment, burning like a flame; she roared, and a circle of cyan light burst from her body, instantly forcibly restraining her spiritual power.

As soon as her silhouette was seen, she flew towards the basalt volcano.

Xingxuan's pupils trembled. He didn't expect her to be so extreme. When he came to his senses, he immediately followed her.

She stood in the crater of the basalt volcano and stared at the basalt volcano with her sad and blurred eyes.

The surging purgatory magma is constantly pouring into the three realms, and the scalding heat wave seems to be engulfing the three realms. Watching the vast magma rushing away, my heart felt a little more desolate.

Looking at it, Tu Shansi's figure actually emerged from the magma.

Suddenly, her heart hurt like a knife. Tu Shansi's figure twisted and struggled in the magma, as if he was suffering endless pain.

She closed her eyes slightly and murmured: "We are in the same boat through thick and thin, and we will never leave."

What about the common people in the world, what nonsense about the peace of the three realms, everything has nothing to do with her anymore. She can finally live a life without having to bear the shackles. Now she just wants to die and be done with it.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and treat everything as a straw dog.

The sage is not benevolent, and regards the common people as dogs.

Between heaven and earth, is it still like a quarrel?

Virtual and unyielding, moving and out.

It is better to keep the center than to talk too much. "

Feng Qingluo pierced his heart with the Heaven-Zealing Divine Sword, his eyes were lightly closed and he wanted to fall into the basalt volcano.

Her thoughts kept flying about this cold and ruthless god. From now on, she would have nothing to do with her. If there was an afterlife, she would only want to be a mortal.

I just want someone to rely on, to keep, and to look forward to.

Feng Qingluo looked up at Jiuxiao, a tear on his cheek drifted away in the wind, and whispered softly: "I wish I could go back to my childhood."

At this moment, Qing Emperor's voice suddenly came to mind.

"Luoluo, do you know the significance of the existence of the Five Ancient Emperors?"

The immature girl shook her head and called softly: "Daddy, Daddy, Luoluo doesn't know, but Daddy must know."

Qing Emperor smiled fondly, touched the top of her head and said, "This has to start with Emperor Pangu."

The memory in her mind was brought back to her childhood, the happiest time.

The heaven and earth suddenly screamed, and the wind howled, like the screams of thousands of ghosts, deafening. Dark clouds pressed down on the land, just like the night had fallen in advance, instantly shrouding the earth in a mysterious darkness. The strong wind was raging, rolling up dust, and the vegetation was eclipsed and suddenly lifeless.

In this doomsday scene, fear and despair enveloped everyone's hearts. Hong Yi couldn't help but widen his eyes when he watched the celestial phenomenon at the top of Kunlun, "Oh no, God, please don't do something you regret." ah!"

Zhi Ming poked his head out, stretched his head to Hong Yi's shoulder, and said softly: "The god has gone to the Tianxing Platform. If he has any regrets, it can only be regretted by others!"

"Heavenly execution platform? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Tell me earlier? Isn't it normal for a god to go to the Heavenly Punishment Platform?"

"You are confused! This is the Emperor of Heaven and his gang who are forcing him to judge Emperor Qingluo!"

Hong Yi paced back and forth anxiously, the wind from the top of Kunlun whistling past, blowing his hair and clothes.

"That's the Emperor. He can still bear the punishment from heaven."

"If it was the former Emperor Qingluo, she would have been able to withstand it. Now that her divine energy is damaged and her cultivation is weak, she cannot withstand any punishment from heaven."

Hong Yi's heart was like a sea being ravaged by strong winds and huge waves, unable to calm down.

Zhi Ming stood silently next to Hong Yi, his eyes showing deep concern, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"I have to stop him." Hong Yi finally made up his mind, his eyes firm and his fists clenched.

As soon as he flew out of Kunlun, he saw countless stars falling from the basalt volcano.

Seeing the starlight streaking across the sky, Xing Xuan had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and his whole body froze in place.

"God, God."

Hong Yi's shouting voice finally brought him back to reality.

"Hongyi, you saw it too."

"Holy Lord, Emperor Qingluo cannot withstand any punishment. She only has half of the Chaos Ancestral Qi in her body, and her soul is severely damaged; she only has the spiritual power of the Demigod Realm. People in the Demigod Realm cannot be reborn in response to the disaster. Yes!"

"what?"

Xingxuan's heart skipped a beat, and he tried his best to force her to the True God Realm of Creation, just to leave her a chance to survive the disaster and be reborn.

Now that she is only in the semi-divine realm, even if she only sacrifices her body, life, and calamity, her soul will be extinguished and she will have no life left at all.

"I'm going to the basalt volcano. You go to Qingqiu and be sure to find Tu Shansi. The other half of Chaos Ancestral Qi and Frost Spirit Ice Crystal are Luoluo's only chance of survival."

Xingxuan said in one breath, and flew towards the basalt volcano in a flash.

Xingxuan God, dressed in white as snow, with a beard hanging down to catch the wind, and a golden crown on his head, came riding the wind.

He rushed towards the basalt crater, trying to prevent her from dying.

"Luo... Luo... no, no!"

It's late, it's late, it's still late.

Xing Xuan's heart was torn in pain, and it was too late to feel regret and annoyance. He punched the ground hard, and the blood instantly stained the ground red.

The basalt volcano erupted instantly, enveloping it with blazing flames, like red petals flying in the sky, rushing towards him.

He came too late, so late that he could only hold the tear she shed in his hand, which was warm but instantly penetrated his heart.

The deity knelt down at the mountain pass in despair, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly on his pale cheeks; he had always only wanted her to live well, not to be wiped out in ashes.

His lightly closed eyes shed tears of despair, and his whole body trembled. His white figure looked particularly desolate in the rolling mountain pass.

Suddenly there was thunder and lightning above the rolling sea of ​​clouds, and a strong aura of destruction rushed towards my face. The whole sky was roaring crazily, and the deafening sound of explosions resounded throughout the world, rolling over the sea of ​​clouds, like an ancient behemoth, carrying destruction. All power.

Heaven and earth are mourning...