The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

The young man was surrounded by a group of demons in the center, and all the demons' eyes were shining brightly at him and the Blood Demon Knife in his hand.

The young man looked at the fearful and greedy look of these demons, and felt unappetizing. The Blood Demon Knife sensed the master's emotions, and the evil spirit suddenly rose. Seeing this, the demons retreated one after another, but some of them rushed forward with their own cultivation.

Blood Demon Knife! The Demon Tribe’s treasure, one of the four innate artifacts, who wouldn’t want it!

Bai Qinghua watched the young man fall into a bitter battle, watched the wounds on his body gradually increase, watched his demonic energy gradually dry up, watched the Blood Demon Sword begin to uncontrollably bite its owner, and watched the young man's expressionless expression overdraw again and again. The essence, blood and soul watched the young man's eyes turn from clear to cloudy, watched the young man glance hard in the direction of the girl in red before he was about to be swallowed by the blood demon knife, and watched him sacrifice his body. , the Blood Demon Sword self-destructed, but the Blood Demon Sword was naturally unwilling to do so. In the end, the cracked Blood Demon Sword penetrated the world and disappeared without a trace.

Due to the self-destruction of the Blood Demon Sword, the world began to shake, and everyone was forced to stop, including the God Emperor and the Demon Lord above the Nine Heavens. Seeing the countless cracks in the world spreading, they had to take action together. Use supreme divine power and magic to stabilize the world that is on the verge of being broken.

"Yong Ye! You rebellious son! I should have crushed you to ashes when you were born!"

The Demon Lord was furious at this moment. The good son he raised not only wanted to kill his father, but now he would rather die with the Blood Demon Sword than to have the artifact fall into his hands. How could he not be angry! At this time, he had forgotten that although Yong Ye was his son, he had never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father. In his eyes, the so-called son was no different from an ant.

Bai Qinghua didn't know why she could empathize with the young man at this time. She seemed to know the young man very well and knew everything about him. Seeing the young man disappear, she suddenly felt heartbroken. The next moment, her memory stopped suddenly, and her sea of ​​consciousness was filled with chaos. .

"Qing Hua... Qing Hua..."

Bai Qinghua couldn't help but frown when she heard the familiar calls. She shook her head slightly, slowly opened her eyes, and saw the enlarged handsome face of Yu Wushuang in front of her.

"Wushuang, I'm fine."

Bai Qinghua noticed Yu Wushuang's worry and comforted her softly. He stretched out his jade-white fingers and gently touched his face. Seeing the tear stains on his fingers, Bai Qinghua couldn't calm down for a moment.

Seeing that she finally woke up, Yu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief. Although he knew that nothing would happen, he was still very worried when he saw Bai Qinghua's uneasy frown and painful tears. The Shenmo Qin was indeed not a good thing. Qing Hua felt uncomfortable every time he retrieved the strings. Yu Wushuang felt that it would be nice if the Shenmo Qin was bald, so why not find the last string?

As if sensing Yu Wushuang's resentment, the Divine Demonic Piano hid away silently. At this time, it only lacked a string and a fragment. Although the body of the piano was still incomplete, it was much better than before. At least it was At this point, you can zoom in and out and move at will.

"Are those scenes the battle between the true gods and the true demons in ancient times?"

Bai Qinghua sat quietly for a long time, finally adjusted his mentality, and then raised his head to look at the pitiful Shen Mo Qin hiding in the corner.

"It should be... that's right. I don't have complete memory now, but I was damaged in that battle. I think every string has the shadow of that battle."

Shenmoqin finished speaking weakly and hid behind the soul-nurturing tree. It was not that it was cowardly, but that the energy of the broken stone had recovered a lot now, and it was still incomplete. It was indeed no match for the stone at the moment. When the repair is completed, the stone will definitely look good. The Divine Demonic Piano is one of the four innate artifacts, so who will it be afraid of!

"So it's because I am your master now that I have empathy with you?"

Bai Qinghua then asked.

"This... maybe."

Shen Mo Qin also answered uncertainly.

In fact, its strings only carry frames, and it doesn’t know anything about empathy!

……

Five days later, in Yaocheng, a large number of people were moving in one direction.

"I heard that Guiyunxuan did not open today, and the spiritual tea and spiritual wine inside are sold at half price."

"It's okay to say that Lingcha is fine. The aroma of wine that has been emanating from Guiyunxuan these past few days has spread throughout half of Yaocheng. The smell is awesome..."

"Yes, I have to buy a drink today no matter what."

"I heard that Guiyunxuan will hold a small auction today. It is said that there are several elixirs that are ten thousand years old. Nowadays, elixirs that are ten thousand years old are rare in our Tianyu Continent. I heard that many alchemists have If you come here after hearing the news, you must get these elixirs."

"Gui Yunxuan suddenly appeared and brought out such a good thing. It seems to have some origins."

"I heard that the principal of Xingyao Academy accepted a closed disciple a few days ago. It is said that Gui Yunxuan is related to that disciple."

"Real or false? Where did you hear the news?"

"Someone in my family is a student of Xingyao Academy, so naturally I heard some inside information."

"Really, no wonder he has this ability."

"I just don't know whether this close disciple of Dean Shen is a boy or girl, and what his cultivation level is..."

……

Various conversations filled the crowd, some of which were talked about with great gusto, and some of which were listened with gusto. Anyway, it soon became apparent that Gui Yunxuan’s boss behind the scenes was a close disciple of Dean Shen of Xingyao Academy. Generally speaking, almost everyone in Yaocheng knows about it.

In the highest attic of Guiyunxuan, Bai Qinghua arrived early with his two senior brothers Wen Rendi and Feng Jiuxiao, accompanied by the fox girl Bai Yaoyao who had turned into a human form, as well as Zhou Mingyu and Fu You. Dao, Fan Qi, Yan Zijun, Bai Qingzhu.

Bai Changfeng has left Xingyao Academy and should be on his way back to Qingyun Country now.

Heiye and Chang Le entered the academy trial tower after the apprenticeship ceremony. The last time they went to Hailan Country to complete the task of finding the missing disciples, they gained a lot of contribution points. Heiye did not return to his residence after the apprenticeship ceremony and went directly to After entering the trial tower, Chang Le naturally followed. The two of them had been inside for several days and had not come out. As of yesterday, they had reached the tenth floor.

"Junior sister, you did a good job with Gui Yunxuan."

After arriving, he was like a wild horse that had escaped the reins. The second senior brother Feng Jiuxiao, who had already wandered around, was guided by a beautiful female cultivator. As soon as he stepped onto the attic, he exclaimed happily.

"Second senior brother, as long as you like it."

Bai Qinghua replied with a smile.

"I like it, I like it very much. The beautiful scenery, the fine wine, and the beautiful women are all my favorites."

Feng Jiuxiao randomly found a seat in the attic and sat down. She unfolded her folding fan and looked handsome. Zhou Mingyu, who was also shaking a folding fan at the side, saw this person and silently put away his fan. This man Her appearance was really outstanding, and her cultivation was much higher than him. Waving a fan with this person made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he felt very ashamed of himself.