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

On Muyun Peak, Qingqiu's messenger sent many rare sacred herbs and elixirs, each one shining with a mysterious light. However, Tu Shansi was still extremely weak, as if a breeze could blow him down. His face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were sunken, looking distressing.

On this day, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Muyun Peak. Tushan was lying quietly on the stone platform, surrounded by the fairy medicine sent by Qingqiu. His breath was weak, as if it might disappear at any moment. His body exuded a sense of fragmentation, as if every inch of his skin was trembling and could collapse at any time.

The breeze blew gently, carrying his thin robe. At that moment, he was like a falling leaf that would be blown away by the wind at any time. His eyes were empty and confused, as if he were looking at the land of Kyushu under the Kunlun Mountains.

Su Moli was reporting to him the recent major events in the Immortal Realm, and Feng Qingluo, who was behind the rockery, accidentally heard about Emperor Xuanyuan.

"Mr. Su, you said that Emperor Xuanyuan has been... funeral. What does funeral mean?"

Su Moli's voice seemed to be filled with helplessness and sadness: "Emperor Xuanyuan has passed away."

Feng Qingluo's heart felt as if he was being pressed by a boulder, and he shook his head desperately, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, my uncle is so powerful, he won't die."

"Su Moli, shut up." Tu Shansi immediately stopped him. Just as he stood up with difficulty and sat up, Feng Qingluo ran out frantically.

"Luo'er, Luo'er."

Tu Shansi wanted to chase him, but his body couldn't hold on at all.

Like a lost butterfly, Feng Qingluo ran frantically to the gate of Kunlun Mountain, but unexpectedly bumped into Zi Ning.

Feng Qingluo fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Zi Ning looked at the man on the ground in disbelief, gritted his teeth and said, "Feng Qingluo, you're not dead yet."

"You..." Feng Qingluo opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a violent cough.

Zi Ning looked at her condescendingly, with a cruel smile on his lips, "Do you think you are still the same person as before? Back then, you relied on your identity and background to do whatever you wanted, but now you are just a scum of the gods that everyone wants to beat. . Judging from the immortal aura around you, if you meet me today, then I will understand you as a scum for the gods."

"Only you? Dreaming."

Feng Qingluo stared at Zi Ning with scarlet eyes, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She stood up suddenly, and the fairy energy around her instantly condensed into a huge energy ball, heading straight towards Zi Ning. Zi Ning's expression changed and he quickly dodged to avoid it.

On the mountain gate pillar, Zhi Ming was afraid that Feng Qingluo would suffer, so he quietly turned around and headed towards Tongtian Pavilion.

The only person who could persuade Zi Ning must be Xingxuan Divine Lord. He told Xingxuan about the matter before he had time to think about it.

Xingxuan was worried about Feng Qingluo, so he used his only spiritual power to cover his white hair, and flew to the mountain gate on the roar of the sun.

"Stop, you dare to cause trouble in Kunlun, do you want to end life and death?" Although his voice was not loud, it was full of majesty, making people dare not disobey in the slightest.

"God Xingxuan!" Zi Ning looked at the person in front of him in surprise, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, "Why are you here?"

Lord Xingxuan did not answer her question, but turned to Feng Qingluo and said coldly: "Do you think you are invincible? You can never change your stubborn nature."

The noise in Feng Qingluo's ears became louder and louder, as if there were thousands of bees buzzing in his ears. Her eyes widened, watching Xingxuan's lips open and close, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. Her thoughts began to become chaotic, as if being pulled by an invisible force towards an unpredictable abyss.

Her vision began to blur, and everything around her became unreal. Those once familiar faces have now become strange and scary. They had expressions of ridicule and gloating on their faces, as if they were admiring her pain and helplessness.

A strong resentment surged in Feng Qingluo's heart, like a fire burning in her chest. She bit her lower lip tightly, trying to control her emotions, not wanting to completely overwhelm her with anger and sadness.

But at this moment, the demonic spirit in her body suddenly flashed. Zi Ning seized the opportunity to add insult to injury. She pointed at Feng Qingluo and shouted loudly: "Devilicent, there is a demonic spirit in her body, she may become a demon!" "Ji Xian Lu" cannot allow her to become a demon!"

Xingxuan's spiritual power was weak and he could only see demonic spirits. He did feel that there was resentment in Feng Qingluo's body, but there was no demonic aura. However, Zi Ning's words were so conclusive that he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Feng Qingluo looked at Xingxuan deeply, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said with a half-smile, "Does the Lord think this disciple really wants to become a demon?"

Feng Qingluo still had some expectations for him, imagining that he still had a master-disciple relationship with him; in the past, he had no choice but to make a choice, whether he would defend himself.

Xingxuan didn't answer and used the magic whip without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, the man's behavior in front of her was like a basin of cold water, pouring down from head to toe, chilling her to the core.

The Divine Whip is a magical weapon in the divine realm, a criminal instrument controlled by the gods. It can deprive the gods of all their cultivation. Any immortal who has been beaten by the Divine Whip will be injured if he does not die, and his cultivation will be abolished.

Feng Qingluo looked at Xingxuan in disbelief and called out in a low voice: "Xingxuan..."

Her voice was choked with sobs and filled with endless sadness.

Snapped……

A stroke of the whip seemed to be a heavy punishment, but it was only accompanied by the power of the divine weapon; Xingxuan did not use any spiritual power at all.

The weak Feng Qingluo's eyes widened. She was seriously injured and couldn't bear it. Didn't Xingxuan's move cost her own life?

She couldn't believe this was true. She clutched her chest, the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

Xingxuan's eyes were cold, as if he were looking at a stranger, and the magic whip in his hand exuded a cold light.

One whip after another, Xing Xuan gradually began to feel a little powerless, but Feng Qingluo only suffered serious superficial injuries, but did not damage his roots.

Feng Qingluo was tightly entangled by Xingxuan's whip. She felt a powerful force oppressing her, making her unable to breathe. Xingxuan's eyes were cold and ruthless. He pushed out with a palm, and Feng Qingluo felt a sudden surge of power from his body, and the demon spirit sealed in his body was forced out.

Suddenly, Tu Shansi rushed over. He hugged Feng Qingluo tightly and blocked the attack of the magic whip with his own body. Feng Qingluo felt Tu Shansi's body tremble suddenly, and then he fell to the ground.

She saw Tu Shan lying on the ground, covered in blood, and had passed out. Her heart tightened and she quickly helped Tu Shansi up, only to see that his face was pale and his breath was weak.

"Xiaosi, Xiaosi." She shouted with a choked voice, but Tu Shansi didn't respond.

The anger inside her became increasingly difficult to control.

Zi Ning, who was on the side, gloated: "There really is a demonic spirit in her body, she is really in league with the demonic, and she actually uses herself as a vessel to nourish the demonic spirit."

Feng Qingluo suddenly turned his head, his eyes were scarlet red as he waited for Zi Ning, full of murderous intent.

Xingxuan once again raised the magic whip, and the whip turned into a bright light, tightly wrapping the demon spirit around him. Feng Qingluo looked at the demon spirit, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

Moonlight Night, that is the demon spirit of the moonlit night; when he exchanged his life for life to save himself, the demon spirit also entered his body to nourish himself.