I heard that God is very protective

"Open the door."

In a trance, I heard that person's familiar voice coming from outside the Scripture-Depository Pavilion, followed by the rubbing sound of the heavenly soldiers guarding the pavilion opening the spirit lock.

The lock snapped open, and the huge front door of the Sutra Pavilion was pushed open.The dazzling light pierced through the boundless darkness and fell on the stele of thoughts, and was eaten into mottled dots by the dark stele, like stars in the vast night sky, dotted on it, at first glance it is as beautiful as the nine-day galaxy.

"Your Highness..." The voice of the visitor was as cold as frost, and Fenghua's voice was somewhat similar, but only similar.Ze Hao opened his eyes, and slowly turned his head to look to his side. It turned out that it was Chi Heng, the Goddess of Suzaku under her command.

"Your Majesty has been in seclusion, nirvana for a few days, I don't know when I got it, I told the little god to take care of His Highness during the retreat..." The visitor respectfully expressed his intention and told him that he could leave.She is neither humble nor overbearing, and her words are polite and distant, with a bit of elegance.

He stood up staggeringly, and thanked the God of Chiheng.He knew that she was the new Lord of Nangong who took over from the Lord Lingguang who had returned to Taoism during the Great War, and she was in charge of the [-] heavenly soldiers in Qisu in the south.She is the youngest god in the four palaces and the only female god, Fenghua's direct subordinate and confidant.

Chi Heng returned the gift, saying that there was something to do in the palace, so he took the first step.He watched the young but calm-tempered God, and for a moment he was fascinated by chasing the white figure.

Fenghua's real body is the five-tailed red phoenix, he knows it.Phoenix Nirvana, rebirth from the ashes, he also knows.It's just that Phoenix's Nirvana is not as simple as in the legend, and there is no such thing as Nirvana and eternal life.

Dao produces all things, and the cycle goes back and forth, and the lifespan of the common people is exhausted.Even the Fuli Yuanshi Tianzun, who created the world, and the Yinhuang Nuwa, the mother of all things who made people from the earth, would return their souls to the Dao and the Three Realms.In fact, the so-called gods are nothing more than mortals who live longer and can restrain their emotions a little bit.They may not grow old, but like mortals, they will always die.

The phoenix that can be reborn from Nirvana is only twice as long as ordinary gods.What's more, Nirvana is extremely dangerous. If you succeed, you will cultivate diligently and live for thousands of years;Moreover, the fire of extinction will turn her body into ashes before burning her three souls and seven souls, and the god of nirvana will be tortured by the flames in the process of waking up.

Sober and lonely waiting for death, Fenghua never thought that one day he would experience this kind of despair.The power of the dying fire is comparable to the purple sky thunder controlled by the emperor of heaven, and it is the king of flames.The pain of internal burning cannot be alleviated even by transforming into the original body, and the burning sensation has already spread all over the limbs and bones.

Putting people on top of charcoal fire, and being punished by ax, ax and soup wok, is nothing more than that.The tongue of fire engulfed the phoenix feather, and when it touched the feather sheath, it made a sizzling sound, which echoed in the cave quite eeriely.

In the cave was a phoenix, whose head fell to the ground and lost all its feathers.The extinguished fire is still clamoring, and the soaring light of the fire is confined in the mountain room, reflecting the ancient stone walls on all sides.The red phoenix feathers were swallowed by the fire and regenerated, the beating flame penetrated into the huge and dilapidated body of the phoenix, and traveled through the body along the fine veins.The broken feathers were repaired after the flames walked away, and the new feathers that sprung up like mushrooms after rain were a little redder than the dead fire, comparable to the bloody sun that was about to sink into Yuyuan.

The sun rises in Yanggu and the sun enters Yuyuan.This is the eternal law, the eternal law.Day after day, year after year.

But the setting sun will set in the western mountains at dusk every day, and it will also burst out of the eastern sea in the next day.The bright red morning glow soaked the drowsy sky, and the vertical and horizontal red clouds dispelled the faint white mist between the mountains and rivers.With the first ray of morning light, the eye-catching crimson gradually turned into dazzling gold, occupying the distant clouds from shallow to deep.The clear phoenix cry resounded through the sky, and the red golden streamer rose from the mountain and rushed towards the sky.

When the phoenix sings, the old friend returns.It is redemption, it is new life.But until now...everything has deviated from Fenghua's expectation.Reasonable, unexpected.

"Then I'm not wrong! Tu Sui should have died in the great war 3000 years ago, but you...you didn't hesitate to damage your cultivation, and even used the Zhushengzhu left by the Emperor Yin to reverse her life." His life and death..." Day and night, he used blood as a guide to consume his consciousness, just for the illusory hope of resurrecting his old friend.

"She is a remnant of Qingqiu, a descendant of a traitor, what right does she have to exist in the Three Realms!" She has also received your pity and gaze.

"Auntie, you have taught me that you should never stop, you will be subject to chaos, and you can afford to let go of everything. Now, can you not let her go?" Then I will cut it off for you with my own hands. Not for you...

"One thing about love is like drinking water. You know whether you are warm or not." Fenghua raised his hand, and the shock in the scabbard moved with the master's will, turning into a stream of light and rushing out, and the hilt of the sword lay firmly in Fenghua's palm.

As if feeling the master's fighting spirit, Fu Jingjian hummed to express his excitement.The silver-white sword body, like the auspicious snow, was all over the body, and it became sharper under the light of the cold moon.The blade of the sword is like frost, the moonlight is split like water, and there is a faint silver starlight.

Fenghua held his hands steady and was startled, and pointed his sword at Zehao, who was more than ten feet away.

"Go." As soon as the cold voice fell, a very thin blade was separated from the tip of the sword, and it ran towards the enemy opposite without a sound.

"!"

The light blade was as thin as a spider's thread, curved like a waning moon, and attacked with an unstoppable force.It is difficult for mortals to distinguish it with the naked eye, but the gods barely capture its shape.Ze Hao didn't dare to be careless, he held the Mountain and River Sword with both hands, and met the seemingly inconspicuous thunder blow.

Zheng——

The quaint Shanhe Sword emitted golden light, and Qu Canyue Hua forcibly folded that silver sword light away.The light blade that went away sank into the darkness, causing the black silhouette of the distant mountain under the moon to collapse a corner.

The collision of artifacts and artifacts is like a duel between two masters.The Shanhe Sword obviously refused to accept the blow, and the golden light spots floated in the air, refusing to dissipate.

The wind blew up under Ze Hao's feet, and the air waves centered on him rushed to the surroundings.The tide of the blue sea rises, and the ten thousand poles are slanted.The green bamboo, which was still strong after thousands of blows, did not stand up after the wind stopped.But when the mighty golden air wave approached Fenghua's feet, it disappeared suddenly, barely able to lift her sleeves.

"I've never liked the move of Tuanwei." Fenghua raised his sword to meet the moon, and his clothes fell down, revealing his wrists as bright as frost and snow.

"Why? I hold the Mountain and River Sword in my hand and use the blood of the real dragon to move it, but I still can't exert its power. Could it be, could it be..."

Ze Hao stared sadly at the white-clothed fairy who was standing proudly above everything with his sword raised, and said bitterly, "Is it because my blood is not pure?"

"No, it's because I borrowed it, after all, it's not my own." Fenghua looked at Zehao, shook his head, and patiently explained like a loving elder.

"There are eight out of ten sword techniques that I have taught you, and they are all created by my impressions after hundreds of battles. This last move, Tuanwei, can use the power of heaven and earth for myself, but with your experience and cultivation level , it’s really hard to understand.”

"As for the first move, Yuanyue, although the sword moves and formulas are all mediocre, but every move is versatile, and there are changes inside."

"Come on, raise the sword in your hand and feel it."

After speaking, Fenghua suddenly volleyed into the sky.With the horizontal sword in front of her chest, Qianqianyu caressed the sharp blade of the sword, flicked it lightly, and Fu Jing transformed into tens of thousands of swords.Wan Jian floated above Ze Hao with the momentum to overwhelm all things, shackling him inside.

True or false, false or true, is no longer important.What's important is that every lightsaber cut off by him will be re-condensed and cut down again.With a sharp sword hanging over your head, you will be in a mess after all.Every stabbing sword did not have killing intent, but it would hurt him.It's not light or heavy, and the strength is well controlled.

I have heard the name of her God of War for a long time, but I have never experienced the power of God of War.Although I knew that she had superb sword skills, I never felt her hostility when she taught me how to use a sword.If he hadn't been sitting on the position of Emperor of Heaven for hundreds of years, he might not be able to face this trembling fighting spirit and hostility.

Fu Jing was already in its sheath, but Wan Jian was still hanging above his head, piercing in groups in an orderly manner.The sword formation is supported by Fenghua's cultivation, and her ten thousand years of cultivation is enough to keep this large formation running.

After just a few fights, the black belt that tied his hair was broken into several pieces, his long black hair danced in the wind brought out by the rising and falling of the sword, and the black robe was also fluttering with strands visible to the naked eye.

"Enough!" Qingsu, who was hidden in the night, saw that Zehao was in such a mess, yet he still had to deal with the sword array, so he couldn't help but show up.

"Fenghua, that's enough!" Qingsu walked quickly to Fenghua, looking up at the woman standing in the air.However, she saw that her handsome face was indifferent, and her eyes swept over him lightly, only to move away within a few seconds.

"What's enough?" Fenghua didn't look at her, but only looked at Zehao who was tired of coping in the magic circle and whose speed of swinging his sword was getting slower and slower.

"He is your nephew, he is also the lord of the world, the majestic emperor of heaven, how can he be bullied by you!"

Fenghua was unmoved and did not look at her directly.

"What are you doing here!" Ze Hao caught a glimpse of the cyan figure in a hurry, and gritted his teeth, "I'm competing with my aunt, what's the matter with you!"

"What's the matter with me?" Qingsu snorted coldly, turned around and looked at him who was bound in the sword formation, and said calmly, "Without my help, how could Your Majesty track down His Majesty who deliberately disappeared?"

"..." Fenghua turned his gaze, and an unknown light flashed in his amber eyes.The brilliance of the cold moon condensed into the shape of a staircase, and she stepped on the jade steps formed by the intertwined brilliance of the stars and the moon, walking down step by step.The boots stepped on the clear jade steps, causing layers of ripples, which spread from the inside to the outside, circle after circle.There was no sound, but the sound knocked on everyone's heart.

The sword array stopped, and the lightsaber disappeared as if it had never appeared before.But Ze Hao, who was dressed in rags and had disheveled hair, knew that he had indeed confronted the sword formation for a long time.Ze Hao, who was freed from the shackles of strength, managed to stabilize his figure, put away his sword, and walked towards Fenghua step by step.

"You, don't you know what you're talking about?" Fenghua said in a deep voice.Under the clear light of the bright moon, her light-colored eyes seemed to have a layer of frost.

"I know what I'm talking about!" Qingsu plucked up her courage, met Shang Fenghua's sharp gaze, and tried her best to control her chest heaving due to tension and fear.

"Very good." Fenghua said lightly.The jade finger tapped on the jade ornament of the scabbard lying on the waist one after another, and the loud sound was heard very clearly in this quiet night.

"Gu..." Ze Hao opened his mouth to argue, but Feng Hua sealed his throat with his hand.

She was calm as usual, but in Ze Hao's view, it was just the calm before the storm.Qingsu may have forgotten that Fenghua Shangshen never has any scruples about anyone's favor.She is the god of war, and once she succeeds, her bones are piled up, and there are mountains of corpses piled up under her feet.Among them are comrades, enemies, and friends who have turned against each other.She hates betrayal and deceit, especially with those close to her.

Although Ze Hao was wrong, he was always honest with her, and since he was her nephew by blood and the master of the Three Realms, she would not really do anything to him.If not, the sword formation just now would not only sharpen his spirit, but not hurt him at all.It's never her style to fight without bloodshed.

"Thinking about it, you are already ready to bear my anger." Fenghua closed his eyes, seeming a little regretful, "It's just that you are kind to Asui, and I can't be an ungrateful villain."

"Well, I allow you to choose the way to end it." Fenghua said calmly.As the last word fell, she slowly opened her eyes, and her amber eyes had turned crimson.

Qingsu has seen the coquettish fire lotus blooming in the lava of the endless hell, the beauty is shocking.Fenghua is just like the fire lotus she has seen at this moment, beautiful and deadly.

When the fire lotus blooms, the fragrance is far and clear, and after luring the souls of the dead into the lava, they release the dark fire to refine them into nourishment.Moreover, the fire lotus is highly poisonous, difficult to refine, and difficult for ordinary gods to approach.The soul of the dead cannot resist its fragrance, and the gods cannot remove its roots, so this thing has become a thorny thing in the endless hell.Fortunately, the fire lotus is difficult to grow, and it will die after a thousand years, and it will not come out of the lava pool of hell, so no one asks for trouble to provoke it.And the blooming fire lotus is the only beauty in the Infernal Hell.The layers of petals seem to ooze bright red blood, which is so weird and coquettish in this world.

Fenghua's usually handsome face looks extraordinarily untainted because of the cold temperament around her.Now that she has added red eyes, it makes her look a little more human.

"Hmm... um..." Seeing Fenghua like this, Ze Hao's heart sank.He wanted to prevent the tense atmosphere from spreading, so he stepped in front of Qingsu.

The Emperor of Heaven is not the strongest in the Three Realms, but just an honorable status.Zehao has never been her enemy, nor is he qualified to be her opponent, so Fenghua only compared him with his swordsmanship.Seeing Ze Hao barging in, Feng Hua flicked his sleeves in displeasure.In an instant, Ze Hao was sent a hundred steps away by the breeze.

"Choose." Fenghua was very patient. She looked at Qingsu, who looked at death like home, with great concentration, and seemed very interested in her choice.