Qing'e sat quietly on the broken wall of the temple, and since her mother's death, she often came here to stay, sometimes for several hours, sometimes for a whole day.

Sitting in the dust where her mother disappeared, she seemed to be able to capture her mother's old voice and smile, in these short months, she has matured and stabilized a lot, looking at this silent home in her eyes, there is more unspeakable sadness and melancholy, when she walks through the valleys and plains like a ghost, touching the vicissitudes of life, her heart will burn, like being burned by fire.

This dead space is my home, where my roots are planted, a land that is connected to my flesh and blood.

She had sprinkled a lot of tree seeds on it the other day, hoping to re-cover the barren land with greenery, but she found that the places where the seeds had been sown were still pale to this day, and this result had been overshadowed for a long time.

Is there so much blood and hatred soaked here that even Xiaocao doesn't bother to settle here?

At this time, Qing'e was able to calm down and cultivate well, the pair of golden bells taken from the wooden box gave her great benefits, that was originally the treasure passed down from generation to generation of the Jinling family, as long as there is still one person in the family, this pair of golden bells will follow each other like a shadow and will never be lost.

It's just that she didn't know that that year, that month, the peerless woman who wore these golden bells also smiled like a flower, and stood side by side on the clouds with the love of her heart, proud of the world.

She burned all the clothes and accessories used by her mother during her lifetime, she didn't want to see things and think about people, her mother's appearance and image have long been engraved in her heart, and her mother's teachings have long taken root in her brain, and she will not forget, she firmly remembers her mother's entrustment - live well, live.

But Qing'e did not forget this hatred, especially remembering whose hands her mother was broken. At the thought of this, her heart wept blood, and she hated the man who had taken her mother's life, and she dreamed of killing him and crushing him to ashes.

After sitting for a long time, she felt tired, slowly stood up, straightened her dress, and prepared to go back to the cabin.

She looked up at the sky, she couldn't even see half a bird today, and there were heavy ink clouds piling up in the sky, could it be that another heavy rain was about to fall?

Suddenly, her footsteps stopped, and in her field of vision, four figures appeared, four faint, vague figures.

Since the last time she was taught by the Emperor of the Underworld, her heart has been much more cautious, at this time, although doubts arise in her heart, she does not dare to act recklessly, but on the ruins with a wide field of vision, there is no tall barrier that can make her invisible, and in a blink of an eye, she simply sat down again, silently looking at the few figures moving slowly in the distance, and watched the changes.

Gradually, the shadows became clearer, just when she was still squinting her eyes and looking carefully, there were already two shadows swept towards her like arrows, only for a moment, the fluttering figure had already shown its appearance, but it was two young fighters in bronze armor, their handsome and cold faces did not have the slightest expression, and they did not know when they were bending their bows and arrows, only to hear the sound of the bowstring, two sharp arrows with cold light mixed with a sharp whistling sound shot towards Qing'e.

The arrow came so fast, Qing'e was startled, and in her busy schedule, she had to jump up, and the sharp arrow flew under her feet, and before she could turn around in the air, the sound of the splitting bowstring sounded again, and two sharp arrows shot at her from the left and right.

At this moment when life was hanging by a thread, Qing'e finally couldn't help shaking her wrists, two strings of delicate and exquisite golden bells appeared on her wrists, the golden light erupted from the electric light and flint, and the galloping arrows turned into green smoke in the ten thousand rays of light, and the dazzling circle of light rippled everywhere, as if a sharp blade slashed, and the two bronze fighters snorted, their throats had been cut, and blood splashed out.

Qing'e stood in mid-air, looking at the two bronze fighters who fell to the ground, and was in shock, when suddenly a mountain of momentum hit her chest without warning, only knocking her into the blackness of her eyes, and a bloody breath suddenly surged in her throat, and a faint purple light instantly inserted into the layers of golden light like lightning, and a few crisp clanging collisions sounded, Qing'e was like a kite with a broken line in the air, slammed, and fell heavily to the ground.

Qing'e struggled to raise her head, but there was a sharp pain in her chest, and the blood that had surged into her mouth could no longer be suppressed, and it was about to spurt out, only staining the mud in front of her a bright red.

She tried to balance her breathing, looked up in front of her, and saw that not far in front of her, there was a purple figure leaning over to check the injury of the bronze fighter who fell to the ground, her heart was pounding, this figure she had seen, this was the enemy of her family - the master of the Heavenly Palace, the mother was killed by him, her whole body trembled involuntarily, she couldn't tell whether it was fear or anger.

Mother is right, this hatred is not only in my own mind, but also in the slightest slackness of others.

Her cousin had warned her not to use those golden bells lightly, otherwise she would provoke death, but at that moment of life and death, she still instinctively sacrificed the golden bells.

The purple-clothed man seemed to sigh, and the bronze fighter who fell to the ground showed no signs of life, and he gently closed their unclosed eyes, and watched them slowly dissipate into the emptiness.

He slowly stood up and turned around, a wisp of chill flashed in Lang Ruochenxing's eyes, and he looked coldly at Qing'e who fell to the ground.

This golden bell is the symbol of the Jinling royal family, the two have been fighting for hundreds of thousands of years, how can he not know, so at that moment, his sword has also been shot, Qing'e's meager energy can not be compared with him as vast as the deep sea, fortunately, he sensed that the other party was weak after the sword, and secretly withdrew half of his strength, but also hit Qing'e hard.

The wind swept the desolation, and Qing'e seemed to smell the smell of death.

The Emperor of Heaven has brought six bronze warriors with him this time, and he wants to search this vast ruin, where is the magic sword that made his ancestors restless? He was also at a loss, he personally took two bronze fighters to the east to look for it, and the other four bronze fighters went to the west to look for it, when he heard the sound of the wind, and caught a glimpse of the golden light in the sky in a blink of an eye, he knew that it was not good, and when he hurried there, he was already a step too late.

"Shibei three days, when you are impressed, the girl is making progress so fast."

The Heavenly Emperor's indifferent voice came flatly, and he couldn't hear the slightest undulating rhythm, Qing'e bit her lip, and also looked coldly at the handsome and extraordinary man in front of her, although she felt extremely frightened in her heart, but her eyes did not shrink in the slightest.

She struggled to her feet, raised her sleeve to wipe the blood from her mouth, did this day come so soon? She finally had to face her enemies, though in many ways she wasn't ready.