Bai Yujing

The sonorous words were like thunder that resounded across the sky, and the Xianjun, who had completely controlled his mind just now, swayed slightly in the crowd, as if he had already become conscious.

The Heavenly Emperor frowned, and raised his hand to strengthen his legal control. A dazzling purple light swept all the immortal officials in an instant. The immortal officials who were only half asleep just now regained consciousness, and arrogant smiles fell in front of the Heavenly Emperor.

"You are not the only one who is proficient in the Soul Binding Curse."

"Qing Ai!" the Heavenly Emperor gritted his teeth, but Shi Tianqing didn't care about his expression at all, he turned his head and glanced at Lin Yan, who was pale and pale, "It's still thanks to the generous speech of the Third Highness to wake them up from the nightmare state , my Soul Binding Curse can play its most extreme role."

However, in front of countless immortal officials who had just woken up, His Highness the Third Highness stepped forward and grabbed Shi Tianqing by the collar without giving him any face.

General Qing Yu's youthful glory did not last for three seconds, and he quickly and discerningly rushed before the Third Highness could say anything, raised his hands, and put on a gesture of surrender and apology, "Next time, before running away temporarily with a plan, Be sure to tell the palace—"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that Lin Yan's eye circles were slightly red.

"Your Highness," he finished dryly, and suddenly he couldn't speak the rest. He raised his hand to hold Lin Yan's face, but was thrown away by His Highness, "Get lost."

The dignified and polite gentleman, under the witness of countless immortal officials, actually said an indecent remark.

"If you die in front of me again, don't think I'll burn paper money for you again." He raised his cold eyebrows, and looked at Shi Tianqing coldly, "I'll go to Nether immediately and destroy all Qing Mijun's The ancestral hall of tokens will make you a ghost in the nether world who can't even wear pants."

"Ahem..." A familiar voice sounded, and the sick and disfigured Nether Lord interrupted the conversation between the two, "Then what, if you two want to quarrel, you can go to the bed to quarrel later."

"Who are you?" The Heavenly Emperor looked at the person coming, and moved his eyes to the top of Shi Tianqing's head, "The rescuer you brought here?"

"Your Majesty's Nether Lord," Fu Yang waved the Nether Lord carelessly, "Do you have any comments?" Behind him was the cold-faced Tu Yuexian, followed by countless Nether people, the killer of Wuminglou.

"The Nether resident is not allowed to leave the flower gate without orders, you..." The Emperor's chest heaved slightly because of his sullen anger.

"But Lord Youming can open the flower gate and let everyone out. Does Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven not even know this?" Fu Yang smiled.

"When did you get on the body of Quantai, I didn't realize it."

"You yourself are presbyopic, ask me what to do?" Opening the mouth is still the art of speaking without the slightest understanding.

At this time, the secretary in charge obviously didn't have the heart to listen to her sloppy husband-in-law talking here. She tore Fu Yang away, and took out countless wooden boxes from the spirit ring. Those wooden boxes were full of books, which was extremely It fell heavily on the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.

"Tu Yue has been in charge of the book for many years, and has been guarding the independent library for His Majesty under the order of the Emperor of Heaven. I have never asked His Majesty what is stored in these wooden boxes. Until today, General Qing Yu swore to me with his life to open it. After looking at the library, I know the reason why outsiders are not allowed to enter the library for so many years."

As her two big knives aggressively chopped open all the book boxes, countless books of the past were overturned on the ground, "The third highness of Suwen and Mr. Qingmi have the ability to see thousands of things with a single eye, but now I invite the two immortals Take a look, since the establishment of Bai Yujing, how many people's souls have been imprisoned by the Heavenly Emperor, and how many wraiths and darkest powers have been obtained!"

She has always dared to love and hate, and never showed any affection when she spoke.From the first time she dubiously opened the bookcase and saw the contents of the book of past lives, she understood everything.

The book of past lives in the library cannot be destroyed, so the emperor of heaven set up a book-handling order that only obeys his orders.

Countless books of the past were spread out on the ground, and there was no need to count them, nor did they dare to estimate, what an indescribable sin it was.

Too many to read.

The Emperor of Heaven took a deep breath, looked into Tu Yue's eyes, and after a while, looked at all kinds of Nether dwellers beside her. Many Nether people even came to Baiyujing for the first time, but all of them said nothing. look at him.

"You didn't have to die."

After saying that, he suddenly raised his hand, and the Soul-Binding Curse sweeping across the sky was like a thick fog sweeping over the sky of Bai Yujing. Shi Tianqing raised his hand to resist the Soul-Binding Curse at the same time, looking at countless heavenly soldiers and generals.

"In the past, Qing Mi and Zi Xiao swore to protect the common people all their lives. Now that Qing Mi has returned, where are my soldiers?"

He put on a golden mask to cover his coquettish eyebrows, opened his hands, and held two blood swords.

The old God of War general, like an inexhaustible totem, called out to his Zixiao Army. Those hesitant and confused heavenly soldiers and immortal officials just looked at Shi Tianqing in iron armor standing on the sky, and the bound of the Emperor of Heaven The soul curse could no longer shake his heart at all.

The bloody book of the dead was at the feet of the Heavenly Emperor, reminding them that the Ninth Five-Year Lord who ruled the Three Realms should not have been their worthy follower long ago.

One, two, more and more immortals stood behind General God of War. At first, only the former Zixiao Army was present. Then, many immortals who were not in the former Zixiao Army also volunteered to stand behind Qing Mi. There is an eternal light burning in it.

Faith is the most powerful force used to defeat the Soul Binding Curse.

"Oh," the Emperor's face became colder and colder, "It's wrong..." He murmured: "You are all going to be wrong!"

"Okay, let's go to death together..."

The moment the voice fell, countless dark fogs swelled and dispersed from his body, and Bai Yujing escaped into the darkness in an instant. In the night, it seemed that he could hear the shrill chirping of jackdaws, and the cries of countless resentful spirits, like a ghost in the wilderness of the world. Grave mounds, mass graves filled with bones, and the whimpering wind around my ears.

When your eyes get used to the darkness, you will be able to see countless Yin soldiers, homeless men, women and children...all of them are skinny or seriously injured. I can't see the appearance of half a person.

Behind the demon king of the fallen fairy stood all the gods, but the noble emperor of heaven was in charge of thousands of yin soldiers.

It is a great irony.

The undead who have lost their sanity are more and more fierce and difficult to deal with. They are not afraid of pain or injury at all. They are endless and seem to never be exhausted.

The blood is filled, the sky is dark, and there is no limit.

Following the ear-piercing whistle of the Heavenly Emperor, the Yin soldiers who could not feel the pain of severed limbs became more and more violent, and even more and more babies quietly moved to the back of Xianjun relying on their smaller stature.

Wen Han's eyes were completely surrounded by thick fog, and there was a sudden sharp pain in his neck, and the baby spirit by his ear revealed a huge head, biting his neck firmly, and let out a loud laugh.

Lin Yan saw the wooden sword flying out of his hand, and suddenly slashed at the ghost baby, but unexpectedly, it moved faster and quickly bit the wooden sword. Mr. Linhuai surrounded the wooden sword with withered vines and swung it vigorously, but unexpectedly, the baby was not at all. Unwilling to let go, he clenched his wooden sword, Lin Huai-jun had no time to stop the momentum, the child had already followed the inertia and smashed towards Bisang's back.

Mr. Bisang dodged suddenly, avoiding its attack, but in the next moment, it directly passed Bisang and landed on Tianhou, who was guarded by Shi Tianqing.

Shi Tianqing quickly raised his hand to shoot it down, but the moment he raised his hand, Tianhou suddenly stopped his hand.

"What's wrong, Empress Tianhou?" He blurted out, but Tianhou just stared blankly, looking down at the baby who accidentally fell into her arms, as if she was ignorant of everything around her.

The next moment, the little baby spirit reacted quickly, opened its mouth and let go of the wooden sword, and bit the Queen of Heaven's wrist, greedily devouring the Queen of Heaven's flesh and blood.

Shi Tianqing also didn't care about the inexplicable blocking of the Queen of Heaven, and raised his hand to attract water to attack the child. The dark purple water wave was surging with spiritual power, and it could turn into a blazing light almost the moment it touched the Yin soldier, black mist The baby spirit seemed to be burned, and the pain let go, making a shrill sound.

After a while, a figure that was older than him suddenly appeared, took the little baby spirit into his arms, and grabbed his hand that could hardly be seen clearly. He seemed to have some self-awareness, but it was very vague, and hugged the little baby spirit Lingbi was about to run, but suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Qilin!"

The larger ghost figure was about three or five years old before he died. Perhaps he could understand a few words and turned around suddenly after hearing the words, but because his body was completely blurred in the thick and dark ghost fog of resentment from the Yin soldiers, It doesn't look real.

"Qilin, is that you!" Empress Tianhou shouted again, she almost threw herself into a trap and chased after the fleeing ghost, as if under a soul-binding curse, and fell into a bewilderment, Shi Tianqing suddenly grabbed her The wrists of the Tianhou are not good at spells, and those pair of Yin soldiers are going to the place where the same kind gather. Once the Tianhou is lured by them, the consequences will be disastrous.

However, Tianhou tried her best to shake off Shi Tianqing's hand. When Shi Tianqing was trying to kill the two infant spirits, she rushed forward and protected the two ghosts.

Two children, one big and one small, bit her arm mercilessly at the same time, and the bright red blood trickled down. Tian Hou raised her neck in pain, but she didn't show any signs of dodging, instead her eyes were infinitely gentle.

"Kirin...winter grass..."

Her two children, His Majesty Qilin, died at the age of four. At that time, the Emperor of Heaven said, perhaps the name was not chosen well, it was too heavy, and it was pressing down on the children, so the second child was called Dongcao, which is very light to cheap, maybe Can live a few more years.

However, Dongcao only lived for less than two years...

Perhaps it was the blood of the fairy spirit that awakened a bit of the baby spirit's sanity, or maybe calling the name of the deceased could awaken the consciousness of the Yin soldiers. Opening his mouth, he raised his head.

The distance between him and the Queen of Heaven is extremely close. From such a short distance, he can barely see what is irrelevant under the black mist. His eyes are white, his pupils are dilated, and there seems to be confusion in his eyes.

Shi Tianqing followed closely behind and caught up, and saw the key at a glance, "This child seems to be struggling with something." He said to Tianhou: "What did you just say to him, say it a few more times."

Tianhou nodded quickly when she heard the words, and repeated Qilin's name over and over again. Finally, the expression in the Yin soldier's eyes became clearer and brighter. He stared straight at Tianhou. Nor was it an unconscious murmur.

"Queen, save me—"

Hoarse, heart piercing, desperate and terrified.

"Father wants to kill me—"