The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

In the void, Nangong Chen turned his head and glanced in the direction of Bai Qinghua. That glance was so deep that it seemed to be able to carve the person in front of him into his bones.

When he was promoted to the Daozu realm, Nangong Chen's soul was inexplicably pulled into a space and time, where he saw a woman who looked very similar to Bai Qinghua. Compared to Bai Qinghua, that woman was more flamboyant and unrestrained. She was the little princess of the God Clan. As soon as she was born, she was chosen by the God Clan's sacred artifact, the Shenmoqin, and became the owner of the sacred artifact. The little girl was delicate and beautiful. Since she was born, she has been the center of attention and has been held in the palm of the hand by the people around her. Anyone who has seen a woman like the scorching sun will never forget her.

At that time, the human race was still weak and could only rely on the gods to survive and avoid being enslaved by the demons. The young master of the human race was sent to the girl since he was a child. He was her playmate and bodyguard. The young boy watched the girl in the cradle grow up little by little, and he himself became a handsome and tall young man. As they spent time together day and night, the young man couldn't help but be moved. However, there were too many people around the girl, and he, the young master of the human race, seemed so insignificant at that time. When he finally plucked up the courage to express his feelings to the girl, the war broke out between the gods and demons.

The demons had planned this battle for a long time and had made sufficient preparations. The gods suffered heavy losses when they were caught off guard. The humans, as vassals of the gods, saw the gods retreating step by step and became panicked. They should have stood together with the gods, but they retreated at this time. The boy was brought back to the human race and was strictly guarded by the elders of the tribe. The young man was worried about the girl's safety and wanted to sneak away when the tribe members were not paying attention. When he was about to step out of the human race, he was caught up by the elders behind him.

"If you insist on going, I won't stop you, but you have to think clearly. You are not just you, you are also the young leader of the human race. If you step out of here today, once the God Clan is defeated, the human race will not be able to escape the reckoning of the demon clan. By then, not only you, but also the thousands of clansmen behind you will pay the price for your impulsive behavior today."

"Do you want the Gods to perish because of you?"

The elder's last words were very important. He stood behind the young man and looked at him with burning eyes, but his hands behind his back had already quietly mobilized his spiritual power. Today, he would never let the young man step out of the human race.

The young man stood there stiffly, as if his feet weighed a thousand pounds. He turned his head with difficulty to look at the elder behind him.

"I don't have to be the young patriarch."

"I... just want to be myself."

The young man said in a hoarse voice.

His red eyes were full of begging.

"It's too late. From the moment Xuanyuan Sword recognized you as its master, you have been the young patriarch of the human race and the hope for the rise of the human race. Even if you gave up Xuanyuan Sword and the position of young patriarch today, no one would believe it. Besides, the demon race never listens to reason."

Seeing the struggle in the young man's eyes, relief flashed in the eyes of the elders. The young man in front of them was the most talented in the tribe and had been placed with high hopes since childhood. Seeing that the young man was not completely blinded by love, the elders felt very relieved. After all, they did not misjudge him.

"Am I going to watch her die? I have been by her side since she was a child, but I abandoned her when she was in danger. I..."

The young man's voice was choked with sobs and he could hardly continue.

"But Achen, she is only one person, while you have tens of thousands of people behind you..."

The elder's eyes were filled with sorrow. In fact, he did not want the God Clan to be defeated. Once the Demon Clan took power, the weak Human Clan would once again become the Demon Clan's slaves. It would be great if both sides could suffer losses...

The young man ultimately failed to take that step. The young man who returned to the human race locked himself in a stone chamber and did not see anyone. On the day when the sky collapsed and the earth broke, he flew into the air as if he had sensed something. He saw the divine weapon shattered into thousands of streams of light falling in all directions. The Xuan-yuan Sword that was inserted in front of him had already been in tune with his master's mind, and it turned into a stream of light and followed one of the lights and disappeared. From then on, the human race's sacred weapon, the Xuan-yuan Sword, lost its trace, and the young man also passed away in the stone chamber not long after.

Nangong Chen's soul followed the young man, and the young man's life appeared in front of him like a picture. He felt the same way, but he could not change anything. Looking at the tears in the young man's eyes at the last moment of his life, he raised his hand and wiped away the tears on his face.

It was also from that moment that he suddenly realized that there was no possibility between him and Bai Qinghua. Now that she wanted to bring the Demon Lord trapped in the vortex out, he would help her achieve her wish, even at the cost of his death.

After just one glance, Nangong Chen withdrew his gaze and jumped into the vortex without hesitation.

Bai Qinghua frowned, and when the gap created by the Xuanyuan Sword was about to close, his figure flashed and entered.

"madman!"

Bai Yaoyao cursed and followed closely behind.

The moment the three figures disappeared, the vortex closed and slowly rotated again. Outside the vortex, a group of Daozu realm cultivators were also engaged in a bitter battle. These monsters formed by resentment seemed endless. Even if they were only at the Mahayana stage, their large numbers left the Daozu realm ancestors no time to take care of other things. If they continued like this, they would probably have difficulty protecting themselves.

The three people who fell into the vortex of resentment seemed to have come to another world. It was a dark red everywhere, the air was filled with a disgusting stench, and all kinds of painful screams and wails filled the air on all sides. Spiritual power could not block the smell and sound, and even the power of chaos in the artifact had little effect.

Under their feet was a thick and smelly river of blood. Monsters with tragic deaths were attacking them from time to time. The three people who met in the sea of ​​blood were silent for only a moment, and then they leaned together tacitly. The Biyou Umbrella emitted a hazy green light that enveloped the three people. Nangong Chen held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and every time he swung the sword, he could kill countless monsters. Bai Qinghua's fingers fell on the Divine and Demon Harp and kept plucking it. Any monster that touched the sound of the harp turned into green smoke in the next moment. The three people did not dare to hesitate and followed the direction of the blood river, moving forward at an extremely fast speed.

The three didn't know how long they had been walking in the sea of ​​blood, nor how many monsters they had killed. The chaotic shouting around them made them gradually irritated, and their eyes were unknowingly stained with traces of red. The magical thing was that after walking in the sea of ​​blood for so long, the speed they killed monsters became faster and faster, and their methods became more brutal. The three seemed to be unaware of this and just killed mechanically, moving forward.

Until a knife light containing murderous and evil spirit came from the depths of the sea of ​​blood, and the surrounding monsters were frightened and fled in all directions with strange cries. Those who ran slowly were directly pierced by the knife, and even more miserable screams came one after another.

Facing the knife light, Nangong Chen's heart trembled. He tightly grasped the Xuanyuan Sword and turned the spiritual power around him, and swung the sword with all his strength. The sword was shining brightly, and everything around him began to distort because of the knife light.