Cloud God is not God

There was a ruthless smile on the corner of Qi Lingjun's mouth, completely different from the person who talked to Wuyong just now!The breath of the two of them has changed!

"Don't run away, I'm here to whisper to you."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Lingjun's palm was slapped hard, and for a moment, under the colorless flame, the tree demon stopped moving.His body began to unravel.

"That boy, he is Phoenix. You say that in this world, no one can bear as much heartache as Phoenix. As for you, Xiao Shushu, you can become a part of my body." Qi Lingjun snuffed out the phoenix in his hand Colorless fire.

The tree demon still wanted to fight to the death, but after Qi Lingjun left a word, he didn't dare to move.Let the body be absorbed by Qi Lingjun.

"Little tree tree. I advise you to be good. This is the flame of the colorless realm. If you want to go to that world, I will send you there."

The tree demon, who was majestic just now, did not dare to move at this moment.

The formless world, the world of detachment and desire, above the world of form, is the world of Buddhism that transcends all material existence.

"Don't, don't, I'm good, I'm good. Don't send me there."

At this time, there was a sound of luanming in the sky, whistling past.

Xuanzhe descended from the sky, he was wearing a red phoenix-patterned robe, Wuyong could tell at a glance that it was Fengxi.The red phoenix feathers hurt Wuyong's eyes, so he turned his head away.

When Xuanzhe landed, he saw that Emperor Xuantian was also there, so he faltered and moved over.After saluting, he said, "Father."

Qi Lingjun looked at Xuanzhe meaningfully, thinking, this kid, broke?The breath has an earthy smell.

Naturally, Emperor Xuantian also noticed it.For a god like him who has lived for thousands of years, a person's breath field can be seen at a glance.

Emperor Xuantian looked at Xuan Zhe's weak breath and said, "What's the matter, the breath is so weak."

Qi Lingjun on the side came over.Jokingly said: "You can tell by the earthy smell all over his body, don't lose your life for a moment of happiness~"

Wu Yong was speechless for a while listening to the words of the two, earthy, unicorn?I?

At this moment, Feixi let out a "hum".

Feng Long looked blank, looking at the other "Feng Xi" in a daze.He and Lie Que came back since last time.He was sent here by the Emperor of Heaven to guard the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, and he was not allowed to take a single step.When he heard the news of Fengxi's fall, he never believed it, because it was Fengxi, his omnipotent younger brother.

Looking at the two identical Feng Xi at this moment, he was a little confused. Could it be that they are not Feng Xi?

Xuanzhe looked at Wuyong, hesitant to speak.

Feixi didn't make a fuss at this time, he leaned behind Wuyong and put his arms around Wuyong's body, resting his head on top of Wuyong's, and said softly, "Yong, my hand hurts."

Wuyong took Feixi's hand, which was covered with strangle marks.Seeing Wuyong felt distressed for a while, coaxing that person in a low voice.

Xuan Zhe looked at the same face as his own, pouting his lips, begging for comfort, feeling aggrieved in his heart, it was obviously the same face, but Wu Yong never even looked at himself.

……

A delicate atmosphere circulated among the three of them.I almost forgot that this is the strongest legacy of ancient times!

Qi Lingjun had almost absorbed the tree demon's body, and with a wave of his hand, countless crimson leaves flew out and were nailed to the ground, and the ground began to melt instantly.

He looked at his hands, twirled his fingers, and said, "Oh, this body is really easy to use, it's just different for those who came out of the Formless Realm."

Emperor Xuantian frowned looking at Qi Lingjun like that.Said: "You are already strong enough, why bother to make yourself look like a human being, a ghost or a ghost."

Qi Lingjun turned his head and walked towards Emperor Xuantian step by step, staring at those narrow and charming eyes, and said obsessively: "Yes, don't you know why you have become like a human being and a ghost? ?”

Qi Lingjun touched Emperor Xuantian's chest.There was confusion in the eyes, "Xuantian, when you were confusing me and giving me the so-called opportunity, did you ever think that you would have today!"

As soon as the words fell, Qi Lingjun's hands turned into branches as hard as iron, piercing through Emperor Xuantian's chest!The powerful momentum sent Xuan Zhe flying away.

"Father!"

Xuanzhe wanted to rush up, but found that his body could not move at all, and the same was true for Wuyong and others on the periphery, and could only watch those two helplessly.

The mask on Qi Lingjun's face also cracked at that moment, and the mask fell to the ground with a strange smile on it.

Emperor Xuantian let the branches penetrate his body, looking at Qi Lingjun as if looking at his own child.His eyes were full of affection.

"Stop making trouble, Nan'er, I am immortal."

When Wu Yong heard this, he had a vague guess in his heart, Qi Lingjun?Qi Nan?Qi Lingnan!

Qi Lingjun's body shook crazily when he heard the word "Nan'er".Nan is a good tree, and at this moment, hehe.He slapped Emperor Xuantian on the face.

Immediately, five fingerprints stood out on Emperor Xuantian's fair and beautiful face.

Qi Lingjun withdrew his hands, and touched Emperor Xuantian's face affectionately: "Qingtian, does it hurt?"

Wu Yong: This person...

Emperor Xuantian's eyes turned cold when he heard this name that no one had called for thousands of years.Seeing the blood dripping from the wound on his chest, he frowned and said, "How do you know?"

"Chen Qingtian! Hahaha, you think I've been living in vain for hundreds of years, and there are still a few immortals on Longhu Mountain. Someone must know, right?"

Qi Lingjun's face began to go crazy again.He hugged Emperor Xuantian's body tightly, and put his hands on Emperor Xuantian's back. The next moment he was affectionate, he turned into ruthlessness again. His hands turned red, like sharp swords, and pierced straight into Xuantian. Empress of Heaven.

The ground shook again, Xuantian Emperor's body was a little weak, and he leaned on Qi Lingjun, resting his head on his shoulder.He muttered in his mouth: "I didn't expect you to hate me so much."

"Hate? I don't hate you, I only hate myself! I hate myself for being shaken. How beautiful your face is, how beautiful I was when I thought I would look at this face like this forever! Only then did I move Read, bewitched!"

Emperor Xuantian smiled sadly. "Nan'er, do you still remember that time, it was you who stretched out your hand first..."

Emperor Xuantian's body began to fuse with Qi Lingjun's hand little by little.

At this time, a picture appeared behind them.

The young and benevolent prince, donating porridge and medicine, embracing young children...

The prince among a group of old monks stood erect, with a calm expression on his face, waving his hands and preaching...

Thousands of miles across the red land, on the uninhabited land of Liao, the prince stood there with a look of pity and compassion...

Thousands of people saw him off on the streets of Kyoto, and the prince knelt on the sacrificial bearer carried by 18 people, holding Buddhist beads in his hand, with a peaceful and peaceful expression.

Outside the Holy Temple.The prince walked towards the claustrophobic space, and the priest began to pour five-colored soil on him.The soil is getting thicker, and the sobbing in the crowd is getting louder.The prince was lying safely in the soil with a straw in his mouth.

Wu Yong couldn't help trembling when he saw this, living sacrifice!Carefully guard your heart, the prince takes the place of the emperor!He was indeed the youngest son of the founding emperor of the Celestial Dynasty—Qi Lingnan.

One day, two days, three days, the prince would not sleep, drink or eat, just relying on that straw to breathe.Dark, cold, unable to move...

Four days, five days, six days, the sky still hasn't rained...

On the seventh day, the crowd started to get rowdy.

"It hasn't rained for so many days, God must be dissatisfied!"

"The prince must not be dead yet! It's useless at all! Since he has decided to die, he should die."

Someone removed the straw, but the others just watched indifferently without dissuading them. It was a fluke, maybe the prince was already dead, how could someone not eat or drink for seven days, and still not die!

The Emperor of Heaven looked down at this group of people, waiting for that person's ascension.