Qiong Lin deliberately left a flaw in the Qingxia Palace, in order to give clues for Cen Duxiao to notice, so as to throw himself into the net.

I didn't expect her to come so quickly.

Qiong Lin was extremely happy, shook his wide and flowing sleeves, and said with a smile: "It's just right, go, according to what I told before, open the Tiangang Flame Array, and let her have no return today." ”

The person who came was Cen Duxiao, whom Qionglin hated day and night.

Qiong Lin walked out of the hall, and saw Cen Duxiao in a moon-white dress, her body was like thunder, and the dazzling red light was shining under the white shadow, and everywhere she went, the flowers and plants around her also jumped out of the shining light.

Cen Duxiao's spiritual power was retracted and released freely, proving that her connection with the Divine Tree was getting deeper and deeper, and she had tended to merge.

A happy smile froze on Qiong Lin's face, Qiong Lin clenched his jade fingers, and suddenly remembered the ruthless and cold face outside the gate of the Heavenly Palace more than five hundred years ago.

Every step of Fusang's journey, whether it is through the mortal world or the heavenly realm, the flowers and trees are also full of vitality.

Back then, a sword of Fusang pierced her heart, pushing her down the Nine Heavens in front of the gods, and when she fell from the clouds, her true body, the Qiong Tree, withered, and has never bloomed again until now.

The source of all suffering is because of the marriage contract.

Fusang's divine power can revive all the plants in the world, but only her true body withered, her divine power was blocked, and she suffered a lot.

The person she hated died, but she left behind the spiritual power, she only felt that the red light was dazzling, she didn't want to ignore the Emperor's warning, she decided to kill Cen Duxiao.

As soon as Cen Duxiao died, the Shenmu fell and fell, and the gate of the Three Realms was closed and closed, what did it have to do with her? It was Fusang, as the guardian of the Shenmu, who was irresponsible, to exchange the immortal root for a physical mortal.

The sacred tree collapsed, people can't go to the underworld after death, and the world is reduced to purgatory, how good.

As long as she controls the demon god in her own hands, she is not afraid of the Heavenly Emperor's condemnation, and at that time, she can still match the Heavenly Realm.

Cen Duxiao slashed the soldier who stopped her under the sword, and scolded angrily: "It is despicable and shameless to let mortals who have no foundation in cultivation work for you!"

Qiong Lin must know that one of the major principles of Nuwa's spiritual power to protect the incarnation of Shenmu is not to create evil.

Qiong Lin took advantage of this and let the ordinary soldiers rush in front to stop her, just waiting for a hole in the protective shield condensed by Nuwa's spiritual power!

Qiong Lin stared at Cen Duxiao contentedly, the expression on his face changed from shock to resentment, and said leisurely: "Cen Duxiao, who designed to frame me for private Qi, you know it, don't be modest, when it comes to despicability and shamelessness, I can't compare to you." ”

Cen Duxiao burst out with murderous aura, and the red petals rushed straight towards Qionglin.

Seeing this, the soldiers beside Qiong Lin pounced and forged their bodies into a wall to block Cen Duxiao's attack.

The wailing in his ears continued, and the blood splashed in front of him, Cen Duxiao's willow eyebrows were upside down, and he shouted: "Take everyone down, don't get close to here!"

Pieces of fluttering red petals echoed around the soldiers guarding Qiong Lin.

Those soldiers had only seen real swords fighting on the battlefield, and where had they seen such a strange picture, they couldn't help but be stunned.

It's beautiful.

Like a rain of flowers, the soldiers were fascinated by it, seeing the blades being shattered, and watching the petals stick to them, they didn't know how to fight back.

Is this woman really an evil demon god?

Not quite like that.

Could it be that evil things are so beautiful on the surface?

These soldiers are not as afraid of magical power as immortal cultivators, so they are a little confused for a while, since Qionglin is an immortal, then the person who came to trouble her must also be an immortal.

The emperor of Western Xia respected the gods, and these two fairy-like women were all immortals, so which immortal should they protect.

In fact, judging from their daily observations, with Qionglin's attitude towards Gu Jingmo, they always felt that Qionglin had a resentment and evil spirit, but it was more like a fairy than the woman who suddenly hit the door.

Qionglin's face changed greatly: "Go up, hurry up, stop her!"

Let the soldiers be sent to death, as long as the more people die at Cen Duxiao's hands, the deeper her sins will be, and Nuwa's spiritual power will no longer protect her.

The soldiers pondered for a moment, and were about to pat the petals that had been entwined, only to find their bodies floating uncontrollably.

Cen Duxiao raised Wangshu and swung a few swords to the side, the power of the tip of the sword drifted away like fluorescent, and a glowing door appeared out of thin air.

The soldiers found their legs and feet out of control, and were pushed towards the light gate by seemingly soft petals.

Qiong Lin waved his whip to block, Cen Duxiao fell with a sword, and with a "bang", the waves of air were churning, and the soldiers were all pushed out of the light gate.

Cen Duxiao retracted Wangshu, and the light gate suddenly closed into a lightning-shaped silk thread, and then disappeared.

Cen Duxiao pointed at Qionglin and looked at her coldly: "I've disappointed you, I have the memory of Shenmu and know what the hell you're doing." ”

Qionglin's face did not change, and she didn't expect to be able to deal with Cen Duxiao through a few mortals.

Qiong Lin smiled slightly, and his tone was full of great pleasure: "Look at you, you have a bitter and bitter face." Fusang is dead, Yi Han and Nie Chunying are also dead, and Yi Shugui, he came back to life and disappeared, right?"

Cen Duxiao was worried and depressed, she didn't want to talk nonsense with Qionglin, she just wanted to break her into pieces at the moment!

Cen Duxiao slashed past with a sword, Wangshu's white light slashed down like a crescent moon, and the stars of the gate of Qionglin's Immortal Monarch Hall fell and scattered.

Qiong Lin quickly flashed, the white still scratched her arm, she was not afraid of pain, her eyes did not blink, and said with a smile: "The 'Heavenly Sword' I gave you is still easy to use?"

Cen Duxiao was about to attack again, but she wanted to hit with one blow, but suddenly remembered something and paused, "What do you mean?"

She knew that the villain had to be wary of his words, but Qiong Lin said that the Heavenly Sword was given by her, and her expression did not look like she was lying.

She went to Buzhou Mountain to find the Heavenly Sword too smoothly, the Sword Immortal found her by herself, and was killed by Feng Yizhi, she completely believed that Feng Yi never killed innocents indiscriminately, now that she thinks about it, is it ......

Qiong Lin's slender eyebrows were raised obliquely, looking at her stunned and uneasy appearance, he smiled and said: "I asked Xia Liancheng to pretend to be a sword immortal, and that kid acted like a sword immortal, didn't you see it?"

Cen Duxiao's eyes burned like fire, "Why do you want him to pretend to be a sword immortal?!"

"Why?" Qiong Lin looked at her in amazement, as if thinking that her question was too obvious, "Aren't you more convinced that Fusang is cruel and bloodthirsty because the Sword Immortal was killed?"

Qiong Lin smacked his lips, "Xia Liancheng's death is really meaningful. ”

"Fusang once pleaded for the wine fairy and tried his best to protect your father from being punished by the Emperor of Heaven, what hatred do you have against me, why do you want to harm him again and again?" Endless remorse welled up in his heart, and a layer of mist appeared in Cen Duxiao's eyes.

"He interceded for my father?" Qiong Lin snorted disdainfully, "If it weren't for him, would I have ended up in such a mess?" He colluded with the Yuan Spirit to frame my father and then intercede for him, and won a good reputation for himself for being tolerant and generous, he is really great!"