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

Suddenly, the astrolabe under her feet was activated. This formation was not very powerful when it was activated. If the trapped person's ten thousand-year immortal bones were removed and thrown into the center of the formation, it would activate the slaying of the soul, consume the power of spiritual consciousness, and kill him. Any immortal god in the God-killing Formation will never have the chance to be reincarnated.

Feng Qingluo was puzzled. This formation was not the method of the demons. He had so much spiritual power, so how could he be trapped in the formation in the first place and still have his ten thousand-year-old immortal bone removed and be unable to escape?

It seemed that someone in the heaven wanted to kill him. Who could despicably harm his own people?

Just as she was in a trance, a few vines wrapped tightly around her legs and feet; suddenly, her body felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Suddenly, she felt that her whole body was stinging and numb as if she had been stung by a wasp, and then Chest pain and shortness of breath, as if being weighed down by a heavy weight;

After a burst of stinging pain, his body suddenly lost consciousness.

When she regained consciousness, her body was already wrapped in circles and circles of vines;

She wanted to move, but the vines wrapped her body tightly; she turned her head slightly, and what came into view was the green vines, with a little bit of bright red shining on the vines, that was...

blood.

The man was already dying, and was even more weakened by the torture of the vines;

With difficulty, he squeezed out a sentence, "This is... a vine... with a thunder... electric array... on it, and also... datura poison."

"What kind of poison were you given? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Feng Qingluo struggled desperately and said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, you are so willing to be trapped here! Why do you think you are a god when you resign yourself to your fate with self-pity!"

He took a deep breath and his lips twitched.

Is a little kid trying to educate me? ignorance……

It wasn't that he didn't want to get out of trouble, it was just that he was too injured and had no strength to resist. Now she triggered the formation and forced him to be infected with mandala poison, and she ignorantly spoke nonsense to herself, and spoke without shame.

Feng Qingluo stared helplessly. A vine actually stabbed her wrist, and a drop of blood soaked the vine. The originally green vines instantly turned dull.

Suddenly, the red light of the astrolabe on the ground dimmed, and all the vines shrank back.

The vines also lowered them both.

Feng Qingluo covered the wound on his wrist in shock. Blood dripped on the ground. A faint fragrance spread in the cave, which was refreshing.

She had no time to care about her injuries, panting and looking around: "How...how...all of a sudden...just...put us down."

"Hehehe...hehe...I didn't expect you to break this Nirvana God-killing Formation."

Is it a sarcastic smile?

A contemptuous smile?

Or maybe it's a self-deprecating smile?

Feng Qingluo ran over, supported him and lay on his lap, and said softly: "Don't talk, I know healing skills. You take this medicine first, and I will heal your injuries."

There were still blood stains on her wrists, and a faint fragrance hit her nostrils;

The man had a keen sense of smell and had smelled the strange and familiar orchid fragrance hundreds of years ago. He couldn't help blurting out, "You are bleeding..."

"You're hurt so badly, don't worry about my little injury for now."

"Are you the daughter of the Qing Emperor and the young emperor of the Fuxi clan?"

She leaned down and her pupils trembled, "How do you know if you can't see it?"

"..."

He just pursed his lips and smiled lightly, saying nothing more.

His majestic Xingxuan God, even if his ten-thousand-year-old immortal bones were removed and his eyes were blinded, his soul was still strong. He could see her clearly with just a ray of spiritual consciousness.

What's more, this person was born with blood that has the delicate fragrance of orchid. Only the daughter of the Qing Emperor in the world is like this.

Her spiritual power was meager, so she cast a spell to inject spiritual power to heal his injuries. The healing spell with her meager spiritual power could only have a slight effect on his flesh wounds.

She was stubborn and refused to give up. The blood on her wrist dripped down her arm and touched Xingxuan's lips. The blood soaked into her body instantly, and her spiritual power traveled through his meridians, healing his wounds.

Feng Qingluo looked at him quietly, his face gradually returned to ruddy color, and the depression in his chest also dissipated a lot.

"Well……"

A magical scene happened. Xingxuan's whole body emitted a white glare, and his broken meridians began to slowly repair. She was startled and quickly withdrew her hand, and a lot of blood dripped on the ground.

She is anxious to save people, and a drop of blood can nourish all things within a hundred miles, revive them, and bring them back to life.

These drops of essence and blood nourished the mountain range bit by bit, causing the deep white bones outside the cave to grow flesh and skin, giving the appearance of rebirth.

Her birth carries auspicious signs, and she is the darling of heaven and earth. Her blood is also the only holy medicine in the world, the supreme medicine for cultivating spiritual power.

She doesn’t know that when she is sad, all things are sad, when she is happy, all things are happy, and when she thinks of all things, all things are alive. She wants to save all things, so that all things can be grateful all their lives and restore vitality.

This is the ability of her own innate bloodline. She is naturally psychic and can communicate with all things. All things have spirits, and everything in the world has feelings.

"Quick, stop the bleeding."

Xingxuan's eyes also recovered because of this drop of blood. He neatly pulled Feng Qingluo's dress and tore off the hem.

Feng Qingluo's eyes widened, what did this man want to do?

His abrupt move frightened him and he took a big step back.

"..."

Xingxuan said nothing, tilted his head, stared at her with distant and cold eyes, and pulled her over.

He bandaged her wound without saying a word. He snorted and murmured in his heart, "What a white lotus. How dare you come to this Demonic Mountain with your skills." ’

"What a powerful demon."

Feng Qingluo wrinkled his nose hard and sniffed hard.

Upon hearing this, Xingxuan's face turned even more disgusting. He snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and blocked her behind him with a look of disgust, "The monsters are all aimed at you, get out of the way!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he summoned his sword, and deliberately changed its shape to hide the true appearance of the sword.

A blue sword with watery light appeared in front of her eyes, which was extremely stunning. "Wow...it's such a big and beautiful sword."

Xingxuan couldn't help but sneer. The curve of the corner of his mouth was charming, and he said dotingly: "Little baby, step back."

At this moment, dull and roaring footsteps rushed from outside the cave. As if they had agreed upon it, they all rushed towards Xingxuan and surrounded him in the center.

Tread————

The ground shook more and more violently, and figures appeared at the entrance of the cave. Their scales shone in the sunlight, and their eyes also shone with a bloodthirsty cold light.

“The heavens and the earth are natural, and the filth is dispersed;

There is mystery in the cave, and Taiyuan shines brightly..."

He threw the divine sword in his hand with all his strength and flew into the air;

For a moment, there was a golden light, and then countless divine swords appeared in the void and fell like rain.

A seemingly powerless white light wave popped up in the rain of swords, and along with a violent sonic boom, golden sword energy fell downwards like a maelstrom, flying all over the sky, and the entire earth trembled for a while! The sky for hundreds of miles was torn apart by it.

Feng Qing Luo Ding glanced at his nephew and Zhu Jian, who were completely suppressed by white light waves before they could take action, and their real bodies were also hit from the front.

She shook her head in shock and murmured in disbelief; "It's so amazing, really... really... really strong!"

When she came to her senses, she shouted to Xingxuan again: "Fellow Immortal, you must not waste your spiritual power, otherwise even if you wash it again, your immortal bones will not be reborn."

She lowered her head and tried to find something in the Qiankun Bag, but after groping for a long time, she couldn't even find a hair.

Xingxuan glanced back and saw that this girl was not a clueless little kid, she was just too noisy.

With a wave of his sleeves, he directly cast the silence spell on her, preventing her from yelling and losing her ability to concentrate.