The beginning of the catastrophe

【Chapter Seventy Two】

Once the [-]-year-old Ghost Emperor's Palace was opened, before the cold food was served, the refreshing Qingming could not wait to blow thousands of light visitors, falling on Yingzhou jade rain, melting the moon like a melancholy .

Muzicao is not a well-known species, although Gui Li doesn't care about it, but there is no need to publicize the fact that she is the birth mother of a heavenly grandson, which seems to go against the principles of yin and yang.He didn't intend for Tuanzi to really become the next emperor of the ghost clan, so he lived in the Houdian of the Zhuxian since he received it, and later moved into the Ghost Emperor's Palace, so no one who knew for sure that the grandson of the Tianzu was among the ghost clan many.

Otherwise, the item of abducting the grandson would be enough to cause other clans to make waves again and become frustrated.

It didn't take long for Qing Cang to break out of the Eastern Emperor Bell, he was busy with many important tasks, and most of the discussions with Guiling were about dispatching troops and arranging generals.Gui Ling has lived for so many years, and in front of Gui Li, whose identity is unknown, he can be regarded as half an elder, but when he reaches Qing Cang, there is always a shadow of the youth who scolded Lian Qi angrily, so he opened his mouth to talk about his own ghost. The matter of the child, after thinking about it, it was left behind, and he thought with peace of mind that it was not himself who was scolded when the wall was broken.

Gui Li went to Zhongbai on the pretext of guarding the ghost lotus stone room, but unexpectedly there was a sudden change in the stone room that had been silent for many days, Qing Cang realized that Gui Li was no longer in the Zhuxian Palace, he didn't think about other places for a while, and came directly This ghost palace.

The airtight wall was broken on this face.

Standing on the brocade of pear blossoms on the ground of the Ghost Emperor's Palace, Qing Cang lamented that he had only been born for a moment, and then unexpectedly met a child who was not as tall as his waist but stood on the jade steps and was almost higher than him.He froze for a moment, and before he could utter a subconscious question, his jaw dropped from the shock of the natural dragon breath and spiritual breath on Tuanzi.He had fought Ye Hua before, so he could recognize this disgusting smell.Combined with the breath of the emperor's vein, it is clear at a glance which of the two children this child should be.

Seeing this situation, Gui Ling, who came in a hurry, broke out in a cold sweat.Qing Cangmei Yu Chengchuan felt that most of the Donghuangzhong's self-cultivation and self-cultivation were useless, and he was so angry that he just wanted to go to heaven to pull out that Yehua's skin immediately, and deeply hated why he didn't use his cruel hands to drown that little dragon bastard back then Beside Ruoshui!Seeing that the situation was wrong, Tuanzi took a few steps back vigilantly with his hands behind his back, and raised his head to face the fierce strange ghost clan, with a face of Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his expression, exactly the same as Ye Hua who was beside Ruoshui back then.

Gui Ling stopped Qing Cang, who had already aroused a layer of thin clouds under his feet, in time,

"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's important to find Ghost Lord!"

Qing Cang's temples were protruding, and his eyes were sharp like knives. Before he could speak to reprimand, he heard someone rushing over not far away.The child on the opposite side flashed a hint of annoyance, and said coldly, "Who are you from the ghost clan, why did you trespass on my father's land?"

"..."

Both Gui Ling and Qing Cang were taken aback.Tuanzi has dragon power and spiritual veins, regardless of his cultivation, if he does not show up, the superposition of these two will make many old gods feel suspicious.The power of the blood is not fake, Qing Cang took a deep breath, his eyes fell on Tuanzi, and he stepped forward one step.As the number one general under the Ghost Emperor's command, he is also the first Ghost King, a veteran senior, not to mention Tuanzi, even Ghost Li needs to think more about him.Gui Ling hadn't seen it clearly yet, he stretched out his hand extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he was approaching the motionless Tuanzi.

Baguio hurriedly arrived, seeing that the strong wind had already lifted a corner of Tuanzi's brocade clothes, dust was flying around her feet, seeing that big hand was about to touch her collar, Huarong paled and almost said, "Father."

Bi Yao opened his mouth and hesitated, Qing Cang also hesitated, and when he looked again, the child who was on the spot had suddenly disappeared.When Qing Cang turned his head, he met a pair of dark and deep eyes.Gui Li held the dumpling in his arms, with a cold expression.Qing Cang rushed to nothing, and withdrew his hand in embarrassment.I don't know if it was his illusion, but he only felt that Ghost Li's indistinguishable black robe was particularly compelling today, and even he had no malicious intentions but could not help feeling guilty under Ghost Li's gaze, "Your Highness..."

Before the words fell, there was a sudden commotion outside the palace.The four of them raised their heads abruptly, only to see a pale blood color spread not far away and a lotus fragrance like the first snow in mountains and rivers wafting melodiously.

That is, the direction of Zhu Xiandian!

Gui Li narrowed his eyes, made a wrong step and stuffed the dumpling into Bi Yao's arms, took out the jade token he had hidden behind his back, and said in a deep voice, "Don't think about anything else, stay here, don't go anywhere."

Tuanzi shrank his neck from his warning, Biguio stared wide-eyed at the jade token that Tuanzi touched away at some time, and asked again if he wanted to. When he raised his eyes, there were already lost her two.Falling flowers flew across the ground, and Tuanzi ignored Baguio's angry questioning, staring at the direction where the three disappeared, suddenly feeling relieved.

On the other side, Zhuxian Hall and Ghost Emperor Palace were not far apart, and they jumped into the back of the hall in just a few ups and downs.As soon as Gui Li landed on the ground, he was almost shocked by the sight in front of him.

The lotus fragrance piled up for thousands of years spreads out all the way, and the gaps in the strands are not scattered, and the smoke is difficult to grow.What was supposed to be a colorless scent, was too thick and turned bright red. When detected with divine sense, the entire Great Zhu Xian Temple seemed to be wrapped in a huge and light coefficient of Dan Miao mist, with the underground The long river was also ready to move, slapping the mud and making a pattering sound that could be heard.

The earth soul has merged with the lotus body.

Gui Li acted decisively and waved his hands to separate Zhuxian Hall from other places, Qing Cang cooperated to block the fragrance of ghost lotus within [-] meters of the stone chamber.Qing Cang was overjoyed for a moment, "Your Highness, that day soul..."

The earth soul has entered, and two thirds of the three souls have been lost.The body of the ghost lotus is unable to suppress its power, so it has to let the lotus fragrance escape endlessly.But he couldn't find the soul of the sky, and the lotus body couldn't wake up. How can he use the fragments of the emperor's soul to summon the many ghosts guarding this place?The rapid and continuous lotus fragrance is layer upon layer, wave after wave.

Gui Li's expression was condensed, but he didn't find much worry.Qing Cang looked at his straight and stiff shoulders, and felt a thump in his heart for no reason.Gui Lixuxu grabbed a handful in the air, and cut off Qing Cang's unbearable words, "It's nothing, Tianhun, it's coming soon."

The astonishment on Qing Cang's face flashed away, but Gui Li didn't speak again.

Tongming Hall.

The Emperor of Heaven stands in front of a scroll, with dark eyes, guilt, bewilderment, hesitation, nostalgia and other intertwined emerges, containing emotions that have lasted for thousands of years, linking up the entanglements that have not yet been resolved.

He thought about it for a long time, as if he wanted to continue thinking like this forever, until a Qingyue dragon chant came from outside the 33rd heaven.

His fingertips flicked undetectably.On the painting scroll, the rich and colorful color gradually faded away. From the root to the pistil, the huge ghost lotus withered leisurely, and the color of the lotus petals changed from dark to light, and finally only a clean plain was left.

It's like never drawing anything.

The Emperor of Heaven never made a single move.

Slowly, he raised his hand, and the scroll ignited a cluster of fire, but it turned into fly ash in an instant.The soul body passed by a body of purple flowers.The Antarctic Emperor turned his head in disbelief, "Lianqi's Heavenly Soul?!"

The Emperor of Heaven neither shook his head nor nodded,

"Fate in the world is disordered. If you don't sit on the astrolabe, why are you here?"

Seeing his plain expression, Nanji didn't care about Lianqi's soul, and flew forward.The God of Fate has never looked so panic-stricken, as if he had learned of something shocking and unbelievable.The Emperor of Heaven looked at him with a clear expression, "You know?"

Nanji was short of breath, and as soon as he grasped his hand, the power of fate poured into his body.The Emperor of Heaven remained calm, and saw his dejected expression in a moment, "Yin and yin are mixed, spirit is mixed and empty, meridians are exhausted, and soul is vain. It's really like this..."

"I didn't realize until now..."

The Emperor of Heaven didn't care,

"With my own strength, I have carried the way of heaven for more than [-] years, which shows how hard God the Father put me when he created me."

The Antarctic surface was as sinking as water, and he slapped his palm on the indestructible imperial table, as if lightning had suddenly struck, "For the master, for the master, I deduced the astrolabe and thought it was doomed for you, but unexpectedly Yes... did you let that Ji Yang get confused? Why did you make that false marriage contract!"

The words were earth-shattering, and even Yang Cuo, who was guarding the door, closed his eyes patiently.

The emperor of heaven is a golden dragon, so why is Yang Cuo, Sangji, and Song Zizi different?

There is nothing but a dragon of extreme yang in the world, so why did the three princes who were left behind by intermarriage with other races never have the image of a half-different blood?

The great marriage of the ghost emperor is known all over the world, why is the marriage of the emperor of heaven just a contract with heaven?And why was the eldest prince born on the same day as Xie Yan?

And the empress who was married in ancient times, who has seen it before?

Nanji flashed all kinds of things that he had never cared about before, and smiled wryly.That's right, he should have found out a long time ago, but he angered the Heavenly Emperor because of Gui Xin, not to mention the princes, even this Heavenly Palace, he would not do it once every hundreds of years.If there is no result of the astrolabe, he has no choice but to find the cause, and turn to the marriage contract buried under the seals of the Yuanshi Tiangong.

I'm afraid that until the Heavenly Emperor dies, he may not know that there has never been a Queen of Heaven in this Heavenly Palace.

Tiangu has never had any marriage contract!

"...You used my father's ability to make a fake contract privately, and used your own source to conclude the three sons of Yang Cuo, and cut off your own marriage. You are crazy. You only use the dragon body to support the way of heaven , you treat yourself as the god of creation, and you can protect the six realms of the world by yourself!"

His anger became more and more like a roar. If the floating island where the entire Tongming Palace was located had not been isolated, it might have been crumbling.

Burning the body to pass the calamity, the yin and yang are in harmony.Only when the emperor and empress join hands can they inherit the way of heaven.

This is passed down by the Father God, Antarctica can hardly imagine, how could anyone dare to inherit the way of heaven and accept yin and yang by one person, and use the daily loss of flesh and blood cultivation to exchange for the stability of the sky, until the soul lamp burns out, until the soul is destroyed and the soul disappears .A mere 7 years, compared to the long lifespan of the Protoss, what is it?

The long-forgotten Jinnian reappears.The real dragon and the spirit fetus from childhood to adulthood.

Nanji in the house took a step back unsteadily.Outside the house, Yang looked up, as if he had gone back to the past ten thousand years ago, when he broke into Zijin Que and saw with his own eyes the young silver dragon that had not yet formed.

Not every dragon fetus formed from its own source has the pulse of extreme yang.He didn't, but Sang Ji did.

This is the reason why Sang Ji was established as the prince.

The Antarctic Emperor has been gone for a long time.

Yang, who was standing outside the hall, stepped in by mistake,

"Father."

The golden light on the Emperor's body suddenly dissipated, and his fingers seemed to be touching something in the air, showing nostalgia, "7 years."

Yang raised his head wrongly, as if he was carefully looking at his father for the first time.Sword-browed and broad-foreheaded, his still upright body is thin and stalwart under the heavy brocade robe, with the crown of pearls gleaming. In his mind, he suddenly overlapped with the gentle and handsome back tens of millions of years ago.A scene flashed before his eyes. When he was a child, he was the son of the extreme sun, taught by the gods, overlooking all walks of life from a place beyond the sky, wanton and proud.The scene changed, and when the spells were not in place in the Palace of Extreme Sun, the emperor's tense face and sometimes contradictory expression reminded him of the sober but hopeless man kneeling on the ground he saw when he broke into the Xuantian Domain that day. The man recalled those three years when the Heavenly Emperor took care of the tuanzi every day regardless of the damage to his body.Everything was blurred, and then turned back to high above.The [-] years of time should have been snapped at the flick of a finger, but they had exhausted the vitality and hope of this person.Yang Cuo suddenly felt sad, and suddenly realized that the god on the cloud platform, who was eye-catching by all living beings, was already old.

How strange, yin and yang and heaven, God reborn, how can they grow old?

Yes, when the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, it will die and grow old.

"Father, have you ever regretted it?"

The word "regret" came straight through the sky, just like the solemn and solemn Sanskrit voice in the Yuanshi Tiangong, "Don't you regret it?"

"not regret."

God smiled slightly,

"Ye Hua is only [-] years old. If he succeeds to the throne, he must be unable to complete many matters. Remember, no matter what, you are his father,"

Yang wrongly opened his mouth, but saw the Emperor of Heaven stepping down from the cloud platform, right in front of him,

"Just like me, from beginning to end, is your father."

Except for the crying at birth, Yang Cuo never thought that one day he would feel sore eyes, "The soul of heaven and earth will return, the body of ghost lotus will be formed, and the yin will gather in the ground. That person will come back."

quite a while,

"I'd rather die than see you, he's afraid, and doesn't want to see me."

Yang Cuo's heart lightened, and a sentence he had asked in Zijin Que 300 years ago suddenly rang in his ears, "Did the father protect me in this way when I was born?"

He remembered that the Heavenly Emperor, who was a little tired due to the exhaustion of too much divine power, did not answer, but raised his hand and touched his head as he did when he was a child.He suddenly turned around, "Father, Ye Hua forgot to tell you one thing. The Six Arrays of Gathering Earth and Yin summoned the most spirit fragments, not in the ghost world, not in the netherworld, but in the ghost world."

"skyline."

The soul is broken and the spirit is extinguished, but he still remembers where that person should be.

But that person has traveled all over the world, never daring to expect that there will be a trace of remnant soul attached to him.

……

The Milky Way goes back thousands of miles, the bottom of the dark river twists and turns under the four seas, the waves are eroded to the sky, and the Wang Si is vast.Immediately, one side was blazing with flames, and the rolling fire dragon whizzed out from the narrow old alley, and annihilated with a bang.Black clouds are pressing down on the world, and Jin Ge keeps going.The wind and clouds in the four seas are turbulent, and the sudden water waves sweep across the four sides.Jiuxiao was covered by layers of seals, as if splashed with bloody light, at the end of the Tianhe, Lian Song's long sleeves waved to block a piece of river that was about to rush down, and said coldly.

"How about the Demon Locking Tower?"

Yinglong soars, shuttles among the clouds, falls back and forth,

"The demon-locking tower stands in front of the demon world, which can prevent the demon world from raging for half a month."

Lian Song didn't say a word anymore, and the Shuijun order in his hand was splashing the sky with big waves.

In the distance, Mo Yuan and Sang Ji fought side by side, and the sound of bangs exploded all the time.

Lian Song turned his gaze to Ling Xiao in the distance.

There, in front of Yangcuo, there is a landform spread out all over the world, orderly, pointing mountains and rivers.Zheyan fluttered her wings and bathed in blood, she swept across the West Sea from the corner of her eye.

I don't know whether the solution I gave to Gushen is right or wrong.

……

The hustle and bustle is hidden in a corner of the turret, the horns of the rhinoceros are loud and clear, and thousands of troops and horses are approaching the city.

The blood-stained armor broke through the Zhumen, and saw the green snake tail climbing on the throne, and the enchanting snake girl bowed respectfully, "Master Qingji."

Change the dynasty and replace a courtier.Qing Ji didn't even bat an eye, her subordinate was the unconscious new emperor.The emperor's aura is in the east, and the luck of the dragon and the tiger is close at hand.

Qing Ji struck down with a palm, her pale face was reflected in her vertical pupils, cruel and merciless.

The jade palm met the pitch-black scimitar, and sparks burst out.

She raised her head abruptly, and met a pair of lifeless golden iron eyes.

The golden crow is pacing indoors, and the three-legged bird is hovering on the roof, not waiting for the emperor to come.He felt uneasy, and was about to transmit the sound to Qing Ji, but unexpectedly the three-legged bird landed outside the door first, "The soul has returned."

He slowly withdrew his left foot, which was about to step, and his eyes were flickering.Shao Wan stood leaning against the door at some point, "Don't forget the Demon Emperor, after this is done, allow me the land of the Demon Race."

The body of the ghost lotus has been completed, and it is only waiting for the extreme north to summon the soul.And the extreme north is where the magic seal is, the land of the demon clan.

Jin Wu sneered coldly in his heart, but said on the face,

"nature."

……

The thick and fragrant fog of Zhuxian Palace shrank in an instant, Gui Li looked directly at the stone chamber door, as if breaking through the barriers, he could see the body of ghost lotus stretching inside.

Above the clouds, Fei Lian Fengqi stopped, and there was a startled sound, and he pointed straight to the east with a trembling hand.

"Third Highness, look!"

When Lian Song heard the reputation, his eyes changed instantly.

Along the coast of the East China Sea, with the extreme east as the edge, large patches of ghost lotus prosper like blood and occupy the cliffs and valleys in a disorderly manner.

Mo Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and his heart suddenly sank.

The land of the netherworld, the place of the spirit of the earth, the East China Sea connects to the entire east, like a cold pool of water.

The ghost lotus, which had withered for 7 years, returned to the vision of the gods like Nirvana, spreading like a lake, covering the land of Kyushu in red within a day.

Bai Qian casually pinched a lotus petal, and placed herself in the sea of ​​ghost lotus, she seemed to see the beauty who was so gorgeous in the six worlds in a trance.

The spirit left by Lianqi awakened all the withered ghost lotuses in the world.

Summon the soul and nourish the spirit.

And what she wanted to summon was the soul of the person she loved deeply and deeply ashamed of.