I heard that God is very protective

"Tu Sui was rescued by my aunt with a life-infusion bead back then, and her soul travels in the Three Realms and is hard to find. If you don't wait for her body to be repaired and then destroy the gods, she will die but not stiff, and it is difficult to end the disaster. I let you find her and let you protect her, but In order to get rid of her better." Seeing that the person hanging in the air stopped struggling, and the hands choking his neck were hanging down feebly, Ze Hao slowly retracted his long arms, and put them squarely in front of his waist.Yun Yi suddenly fell to the ground like a marionette whose thread had been cut.His whole body was morbidly pale, his old skin was sticking to his dry bones, his sleeves were empty, and he was really lifeless.

"So, you found Tu Sui?" A familiar voice came from behind, as cold as the layers of frost that can be seen everywhere in the Guanghan Palace.

"That's right." Ze Hao answered subconsciously, "I found her, arranged for her to meet with my aunt, and planned her travels along the way. Revisiting old places, reuniting old friends, and visiting the king are all here. In my plan."

Speaking of this, Ze Hao admired his own ingenuity even more.The big plan will come true, and the mood is happy.Wait, this voice...

"Who?"

With a wave of Ze Hao's sleeve, a golden glow flew across the bamboo sea and shot towards the source of the sound, and the cyan figure hidden in the forest was immediately forced out in embarrassment.The sea of ​​bamboo is calm, but where the golden light passes, the thin bamboo is cut off from the waist, and the upper and lower bamboo joints are slowly staggered, sliding down to the ground silently.The woman in Tsing Yi stepped out, her shoulders were already ragged.

"It's you?" Although he couldn't see his face under the golden mask, Qingsu knew that his sword eyebrows must be frowning at this moment.

"It's me." She walked towards him holding her wounded shoulder, and raised her eyes to look at him against the sky and the moonlight.The tip of the boot touched the bamboo tip lightly, hanging in the air like that.It is not the art of flying clouds and driving fog, but it is a light work commonly used by immortal cultivators in the world.

The black clothes are like pine ink, and the golden face is as bright as the morning sun.Facing the clear moonlight, his tall nose bridge can be seen from the undulating mask, and his perfect jaw line and slightly pursed thin lips can be seen.Qingsu had to admit that he was Yinglang.

Even though the mask covered his face, the sharp outlines on his face could be traced.She rarely saw him, but she remembered that his facial features were tough.Especially the high bridge of the nose, like the towering mountains and rivers on the earth, uncanny workmanship.

"Why are you following me, and you still speak in that tone." Ze Hao glanced at her lightly, saw her covering her shoulder, looking at him like an infatuated person with deep affection, and closed her hands in displeasure.

"That kind of tone?" Qingsu laughed at herself when she heard the words, and said in a bad tone, "What kind of tone? She is allowed to pretend to be noble, and talk sarcasticly when talking with others. I am not allowed to use this tone?"

"..." Ze Hao glanced at her inexplicably, and finally answered her patiently, "It's not that you don't allow it, it's just that you are not allowed to treat me."

"You'd better leave quickly, the formation will be activated, so as not to remember the unbearable past." After saying that, he rode away with the wind, and the bamboo sea under his feet was still surging.Qingsu let go of her shoulders, waved her hands, the fierce wind supported the restless bamboo, and the rustling of bamboo leaves stopped abruptly.

What followed was Qingsu's clear voice like the wind: "Remember? I never forgot..."

"Only the dead king, I am safe." Zehao stopped in front of the ancient and desolate mountain gate of Wangwangjun Mountain, raised his eyes and scanned the four characters "Wei Wang Junan" on the mountain gate, and spoke slowly.

"When Zhenjun Xuanyuan was facing Dongjun back then, what kind of state of mind he must have had when he uttered these six words! Now, I have realized a thing or two." Ze Hao stretched out his left middle finger, and the tip of his right finger was glowing, looking at Gently tap the pulp of the middle finger, and the golden red blood slowly flowed out, converging into a round drop of blood in the air.The starlight and dew in the air around the blood drop gradually condensed into solid crystals, surrounding the drop of blood with sacred meaning.

"Sacrifice it with spirit, the bell will rise; draw it with blood, the bell will follow."

The forehead under the mask was already sweating, and the hands that cast the spell were trembling non-stop.The blood beads slowly flew towards the mountain gate, stuck to the stone wall, and melted into the word "death" in the upper left corner of the word "Wang" at a speed visible to the naked eye. The mottled old characters immediately became brand new, like a land that has been dry for a long time and has rain. Blood. The dark red death character, with a faint golden glow, looks coquettish and weird under the hazy moonlight.

Ze Hao withdrew his exhausted hand and casually hung it on his waist.He raised his eyes and looked with satisfaction at the golden beams of light cast from the tops of the eight distant peaks, converging at a high place to form a huge net and casting it down, covering the sky above Wangjun Mountain.

"Ahem..." Ze Hao coughed weakly twice.

At this moment, his originally ruddy lips turned sickly white, but the joy in his eyes was unprecedented.

"It's time to end!" He stood excitedly in front of the mountain gate, letting the gradually frenzied night wind blow the corner of his clothes, making a dull whirring sound.The mask is half covered, but the corners of his mouth can still be seen slightly raised, with joy and leisure, as beautiful as the white and jade fairy lotus blooming in the fairyland.

"Zheng!"

The silver streamer came suddenly, stabbing him unsuspectingly.The sword energy was fierce, and he couldn't dodge it. He was forced to complete a beautiful somersault, avoiding the sharp sword flying from the dark.

"Who!" He almost said the word through gritted teeth, not a question, but a shock.Looking at the current Three Realms, there are only ten people who can be so silent and force him to avoid the sharp edge.Those ten people have always lived in seclusion, how could they appear here!

"Whoosh!"

What answered him was the sound of a sharp sword piercing through the air.The swiftly approaching sword pierced the sky, and the silver light trailed its tail, leaving a faint afterimage in the air.The shadow of the sword is dense, weaving a dense silver net, enveloping him.

Ze Hao's face was solemn, and he swung his Shanhe sword vigorously, and the light net woven by the silver afterimage was mercilessly cut into pieces, turning into dots of streamer and fading away.

"..." The person who came didn't really intend to do anything, and he was very clear about this.Perhaps the other party has recognized the plain old sword in his hand, and guessed his identity.

"It's you."

The sharp sword returns to its sheath, and the silver light dissipates.She stepped on the clear light on the stone slab and came in a leisurely manner.The slender knuckles were clearly knuckle, and they were holding the silver sword hilt hanging from the waist, and that hand also looked whiter and whiter under the moonlight.It's like the bright moonlight sprinkled on the transparent thin porcelain, the porcelain surface is full of light, and the beauty is indifferent.

"!" Ze Hao hurriedly withdrew his sword, turned his head away, and avoided the gaze of the person coming.

"Why cover it up, Your Majesty." The voice that pierced people's hearts was as cold as frost, without a trace of emotion.It's like a vast and deep sea, even if you throw stones, it's hard to stir up waves.

"What are you talking about, I don't know."

The visitor didn't speak, but his eyes moved down and fell on the simple sword in his hand.

Seeing her in such a large number, Ze Hao hurriedly put away the Shanhe Sword.He stood with his hands behind his back, steadied his breath, and regained his usual demeanor, but his vacillating eyes betrayed his guilt.

The night wind blew up gently, but it was warm, and there were still some silver lights shining in the wind.That silver wind brought up the dead leaves on the ground, and also blew away the golden mask on his face.

The delicate gold mask is turned into powder in the wind, and the golden dust meets the silver light in the wind, interweaving into a blurred and flickering net, like the stars in the nine-day Milky Way, showing a warm glow at night.

"!" Ze Hao hastily caressed his handsome face exposed in front of others, his eyes were full of shock.

The wind stopped, and the two people looked at each other with different emotions in their eyes.One is rough and the other is calm.

"..." Fenghua's eyes were filled with disappointment, only disappointment.

After the calm lake water is wrinkled by the breeze, it will always become calm when the wind leaves.It takes time, even for a moment, it is time.Fortunately, what Fenghua lacks most is time.

She was waiting for an explanation, an explanation, a reason to forgive him, or an excuse to persuade herself to forgive him.It's like when the lake water leaves when the wind leaves, it waits for the wind to apologize for disturbing its tranquility.

The moment the four eyes met, the time between heaven and earth stopped suddenly.The wind is no longer whispering, and the lake is still silent.The green hills in the distance seem to stand quietly between the sky and the earth, but they are actually trying to touch the unreachable starry sky.

"I don't think I'm wrong, the Emperor of Heaven will never be wrong." I don't know how long it took before Ze Hao spoke.The voice from Dantian was steady and powerful, loud as a bell, and entered Fenghua's ears without missing a word.

"It's already wrong for you to speak, why does the Emperor need to explain to others?" Fenghua shook his head and denied.

"Then... what should I say?" Zehao asked sincerely, looking at Fenghua standing in front of him like a pine tree with full respect.

Fenghua raised his head, looked past Zehao into the distance, and said firmly: "It should be said, I am not wrong, I will never be wrong."

Fenghua's serious explanation tone, and the sight that always falls in the distance, made Zehao couldn't help recalling the past.

For three days in front of the Siguo Monument in the Sutra Pavilion because he couldn't remember the formula of the spell, the tender flesh on his knees had already worn out and scabbed, and calluses had begun to form.

The father is strict, if not for the three elder brothers being captured and killed in the battle for the throne, he is the only son left, and he is not worthy to be the prince of the heavenly clan with impure blood.

Without amazing talent, no matter how hard you try to practice Taoism, you can only barely pass it.Reluctantly, for the gods, it's okay.But for the prince of the heavenly clan, the future master of the three realms, no.But even if he was punished twice in three days, his Taoism still stagnated, and it was difficult to improve to a higher level.

The Buddhist scriptures pavilion is very dark, not even a night pearl.The Stele of Thoughts is even more of a stubborn black lacquered stone, square and smooth, devouring the glimmer of light that comes in from the window lattice of the Sutra Pavilion.Locked in this dark scripture pavilion, facing this ancient black stone, unaware of the passage of time, unaware of the alternation of the sun and the moon, this sense of emptiness is simply suffocating.

His legs were already numb and he lost consciousness, but he still didn't dare to sit down, and he still knelt upright in front of the Siguo Monument, as stiff as the stubborn stone in front of him.However, in the eyes of those gods, he was more stubborn than a stubborn stone.

His eyes were closed, his lips trembled slightly, and he was struggling to recall the formula that he couldn't remember no matter what.However, the contempt and criticism of others poured into this difficult memory.

"The crystallization of the lower gods of the underworld and our gods in the heavens is indeed of impure bloodlines. The same kind of fairy art has lost more than half of its power." The low-ranking fairy in the Tiangong was responsible for watering the fairy flowers and gods outside the palace. Waiters, I can't help but secretly chew my tongue for a long time.

"Heh! What do you need to say?" The fairy who was lightly spreading the nectar on the delicate fairy grass didn't even raise her head, "Bloodline represents identity. The daughter of a defeated general in the underworld, how can bloodline be so honorable?"

"Hey! Hey, he's here..." The maid accompanying her hastily put down the water scoop in her hand, and hurriedly pulled her to stand on the side of the cobblestone path in the courtyard, and leaned towards him.

"See Your Highness." The tone of the two was a little hurried, but the salute posture was standard and impeccable.The fingers of both hands are intertwined, hidden under the wide sleeves of light gauze, placed on the left side of the brocade belt around the waist, and the posture is deliberately low to show respect for the venerable.

The two watering fairies have a handsome figure, white clothes with wide sleeves, and they have the fluttering posture of a fairy.Such a woman is hard to find in the underworld, but it can be seen everywhere in this heaven.

If he hadn't heard them talking about him behind his back, he might have given them a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart, just like facing the gods and ghosts of the underworld as casually and genuinely, showing his free and unrestrained side.But this is heaven, the cage that everyone in the Three Realms longs for, the only place that does not need freedom.What's more, he really couldn't laugh in the face of these gods in the heaven whose words and deeds were inconsistent.

But he still smiled, his thin lips lightly lifted on his handsome face, but without looking into it, it was difficult to find that the bright smile was not as good as his eyes: "Excuse me."

A sentence with a gentle tone and alienated meaning is just right.It sounds like he is neither condescending nor approachable.

Looking back slowly, flicking his sleeves lightly, he walked unhurriedly along the path to the side hall.Noticing the sighs of the two when he was leaving, he lowered the corners of his raised lips and left with a frown.

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