Imperial Palace.

Imperial.

Ye Qingyu walked alone on a bluestone-paved path.

Flowers bloom on both sides of the winding path, and the occasional beautiful butterfly flutters in the fragrant wind, adding a lot of life.

At the end of the bluestone path is a white jade pavilion.

In the pavilion, a burly figure stood with his back to Ye Qingyu's direction.

The Snow Emperor was still wearing a simple white cloth robe, and his waist-length long hair was tied behind him, and the gray and white color in his hair was more than when Ye Qingyu saw it for the first time.

Ye Qingyu approached slowly and stopped outside the pavilion.

"See Your Majesty. ”

Ye Qingyu saluted towards the figure with his back to him.

As if he had just woken up from his contemplation, the Snow Emperor slowly turned around.

There was a shallow kind smile on his face, which softened the solemn lines of his face.

There were two faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he looked much older than when he first saw him.

However, even though the hair on both sideburns turned silver, it was still difficult to hide the elegance of his youth, and a faint flowing state exuded from the inside out.

"No need to be polite, come and sit. ”

Emperor Xue turned around and sat on the stone bench in the pavilion, smiled and beckoned to Ye Qingyu, signaling Ye Qingyu to come over.

Ye Qingyu slowly stepped forward and sat opposite the Snow Emperor.

Now he is indeed qualified to sit in front of the Snow Emperor.

He felt that the aura on the Snow Emperor's body was a little messy, and understood that it was the dark wound left by the Snow Emperor who completely closed the gate of the White Mountain and Black Water Barbarians at the cost of burning the origin of life in the Battle of the Temple of Light.

The origin is damaged, and even if the Snow Emperor occupies all the genius treasures in the Snow Country, it will be difficult to regain his former strength.

Looking at this emperor, who was obviously only middle-aged, but he had already shown a dying state, and his breath was uncertain, Ye Qingyu felt a sense of reverence in his heart.

"Thank you for bringing Apricot back safely. The Snow Emperor looked at the young man opposite, with a pleasant face, and did not have the slightest imperial majesty when he spoke, but like a hot sauce chief, with a smile, he said: "Xing'er came back the day before yesterday, and she has already told me everything in the Qingjiang world, and I am very relieved that a peerless genius like you can appear in the snow country." ”

"Your Majesty praises me, this is what I should do. Ye Qingyu was neither humble nor arrogant.

After experiencing the battle of Guangming City at the beginning, and seeing Yu Jun Han, Yu Jun Please and others, I don't know why, Ye Qingyu is not as in awe of this emperor of the Snow Country as before, and no longer feels how mysterious and lofty a generation of emperors is, which may be related to Ye Qingyu's martial arts cultivation and experience now.

Emperor Xue smiled.

For the next period of time, in this small pavilion, Emperor Xue, like a slightly majestic but more kind elder, said a lot to Ye Qingyu, all of which were inconsequential things, but he was very happy.

The sun shone on the body of the king of the empire, and Ye Qingyu had a strange illusion, as if this emperor, who was supposed to be at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, seemed to be a little old.

A few hours passed in the blink of an eye.

This conversation, which had little substance, finally came to an end.

Emperor Xue stood up and stretched his shoulders very casually.

Ye Qingyu also hurriedly stood up.

"Do you think the empire needs an empress with the blood of the royal fish clan, or a martial arts emperor who can really reach the peak?"

Ye Qingyu was stunned: "Huh?"

The Snow Emperor smiled and didn't speak again.

......

When Ye Qingyu said goodbye to the Snow Emperor and walked out of the back garden, the flowing clouds in the sky were already slightly red, and the sunset gently wrapped the entire Xuejing.

He glanced at the sky where the setting sun and the moonlight reflected in the moon, and fell into deep thought.

"Your Majesty's tone and expression today are a little strange, his last sentence is really ......" Ye Qingyu shook his head, not wanting to dwell on such a thing anymore.

Step by step, he walked out of the palace.

"I don't want anything else, the Heavenly Desolate Realm resists the invasion of other realms and protects the independence of the living realm, which is the top priority, there are still many problems that need to be solved urgently, but you can't act rashly, all the arrangements have to wait for me to go back and sort out and plan well......"

The next moment.

His figure flashed, and only a faint halo dissipated with the wind on the stone steps of the palace gate.

......

In the Temple of Light.

Ye Qingyu sat cross-legged on the stone bed, running the nameless mental method, and entered a state of concentration.

But he did not cultivate, but entered an extremely peaceful state, slowly sorting out the myriad of information and various arrangements.

He sat like this all the time for the long night.

In the blink of an eye, the night faded.

The clouds in the sky gradually turned into a white halo, and a faint golden light slowly rose from behind the mountains in the distance.

A cool breeze blows up the fallen leaves in the woods that are still stained with sparkling dewdrops, and the slightly trembling leaves make a gentle quivering sound, as if it were a unique morning song.

In the small courtyard next to the temple in the distance.

Mama Wu knocked on the pots and pans with more than a dozen kitchen helpers early in the morning, and the rhythm of the crisp and neat sound of chopping vegetables created a trace of fireworks in Guangming City.

Ye Qingyu also slowly withdrew from the extremely deep concentration, and woke up little by little.

"It seems that we still have to rely on some sect forces that have already been submitted......" He slowly stood up, as if he had made up his mind in his heart.

That's when —

"Huh?" Ye Qingyu was thinking about things, and suddenly noticed something, and a trace of lightning flashed in his eyes.

In the sword pit of the earth fire and the secluded spring.

A strange aura came towards the Temple of Light.

"This strange aura, why didn't I find it in the sword pit before?" Ye Qingyu keenly caught it, a wisp of breath that seemed to be like a strand of hair in the breeze, and like a delicate line of breath that gently swept through the long stream of the spiritual spring, came subtly from the earth fire and secluded spring sword pit below the Temple of Light.

He frowned slightly.

"What......'s going on? It's definitely the first time it has appeared, could it be that there are any other abnormalities in the sword pit?"

Now is the time when the situation is delicate, and this Temple of Light, as an important shield of Xuejing, cannot have any variables no matter what.

His mind moved, and in the next moment, his body had already jumped into the sword pit of the Earth Fire Hidden Spring.

The blazing breath formed an ocean of hurricane waves, rushing towards Ye Qingyu.

The Earth Fire Fountain is a world of underground flames.

At the beginning, the royal family of the Snow Country and several high-level giants set up a shocking situation, and in one fell swoop, they killed and suppressed countless powerhouses or spirits in the Heavenly Desolate Realm and the outer realms in one fell swoop, after that battle, although Ye Qingyu went down to the sword pit once to forge the blood-drinking sword, he did not really carefully observe the entire sword pit and the treasure house of light in the depths.

This time, he was just going to dive all the way down to find out.

Since Ye Qingyu entered the sword pit, he did not deliberately exert force to sink extremely quickly, but just relaxed his body, relying on the buffer of the natural falling momentum and the power of the surging qi waves of the earth fire, and gradually went deep into the sword pit.

Travel to a kilometer.

Suddenly, a purple tongue of fire licked towards Ye Qingyu's body.

"The flame momentum in this sword pit is really a little different from the last time I came. Ye Qingyu looked at the purple flame that swallowed him whole in an instant, revealing a strange look.

The blazing purple flames were like an ancient beast opening its bloody jaws, devouring all the way upwards with impunity.

The purple flames surged violently, and everywhere they went, the blazing light stained everything around them into a purple halo that was constantly changing.

This burning sensation, which was thousands of times stronger than ordinary flames, if someone below the Bitter Sea Realm came in, I was afraid that by this step, my body would have turned into flying ashes.

Ye Qingyu's current physical body cultivation was already a step in the immortal realm when he was not incarnated into Jackie Chan, and his flesh that had been refined like a thousand-year-old King Kong cold iron was in the surging and tumbling flames, only feeling like a gentle feather gently brushing his skin.

He dived through the flames for another 500 meters or so, landing firmly on the black rocks like a reef on the earth-fire magma.

Falling on the reef, Ye Qingyu emitted a thin layer of light purple mist around his body, and the smoke flowed slowly and quietly with his movements, seemingly gentle, but it formed an indestructible protection, and the scorching heat had no effect on him in the slightest.

"After more than half a year, the residual vitality power and bloody qi in the sword pit are still so strong. Ye Qingyu stood on the rock, feeling the breath of the Five Elements Elements and blood that rose and fell with the heat wave in the scorching environment.

In that battle that day, countless foreign powerhouses and Terran masters were now just a wisp of residual breath in the magma of this sword pit, which couldn't help but make people sigh.

He carefully studied the lava that was tumbling beneath his feet, and sometimes a few bubbles were coming out of the rough waves.

With a turn of thought, the divine sense looked around.

The surging magma was like a churning wave in the ocean, setting off a layer of magma waves that were slamming towards the black stone walls around them, and the dull and heavy sound of the waves rumbled and echoed in the sword pit, and Ye Qingyu at this time seemed to be standing in a huge bell that was trembling by the knock.

After the majestic magma surged, countless spark-like slurries were splashed, and these slurries splashed and scattered, falling on the light purple mist around Ye Qingyu's body, and were instantly vaporized into a small cloud of red smoke, which dissipated in an instant.

"What is this?"

A magma surface covered by Ye Qingyu's divine sense, a place that was different from the nearby air wave fluctuations, similar to the water ripples, and a circle of slightly rippling air fluctuations, aroused his idea.

On the surface of the violently tumbling magma, the faintly floating air wave ripples seem to form a thin and transparent natural barrier, but no matter how turbulent the magma is, it cannot overcome the ripples like a breeze.

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