"The person I was waiting for is finally here."

The Heavenly Emperor, who had been sitting at the top of the Nine Clouds Hall for a long time, above ten thousand people, had already stood up at this moment, and in his eyes, there was not only appreciation, relief, but also a relief, as if after thousands of years of hard work, he could finally unload his burden and rest.

But only for a moment.

But it was only for a moment, and the moon-white and blue streamers were entangled, tearing the sky at once.

The white light skyrocketed, and suddenly exploded in an instant, and the wings of the bird shattered, turning into a miserable snow like feathers, bringing a backlash like thousands of man-eating ants gnawing at every part of Cang Yuluan's body.

"Ahhh

But just a second before she could gather, a sword was silently placed next to her neck.

"You've lost, Luan."

At this time, Zhan Qinghuang's face was pale, and the beads of sweat were even more numerous. But that face is too atmospheric and well-defined, and it still looks extremely cold and glamorous without blood.

Cang Yuluan slowly let go of her hand, and the long sword fell off her hand, hitting the ground with a crisp and cold sound.

The corners of her mouth slowly hooked, and her smile appeared humble and gentle, with regret, but more of blessing and relief.

"I lost, congratulations, Ahuang, the 'martyrdom' is yours. You're so much stronger than I am, and you deserve the strongest sword to match you. ”

"Ah Luan......" Zhan Qinghuang wanted to speak and stopped.

Cang Yuluan shook his head: "It's okay, I'm lucky to get it, but I lose it...... My life. ”

No one could see it, her right hand, which hung beside her and was hidden by the wide sleeves, was clenched into a fist, and her nails were embedded in the palm of her hand, but even the blood that oozed out was frozen by her and did not flow.

But Zhan Qinghuang saw it.

The Nine Clouds Hall seemed to have become a human world, boiling incomparably, and the Heavenly Emperor also sat down slowly, slowly announcing in his solemn and majestic voice: "Congratulations to Zhan Qinghuang for winning the competition!" ”

*

The next day, the two stood in the center of the Nine Clouds Palace.

On the throne in front of them sat a silver-haired man, who could not see any traces of age from his facial features, with a red robe and a green belt, and a glass crown on his head.

What really makes people can't take their eyes off is his eyes as pale as the dawn sky: one eye and two pupils, the appearance of an emperor.

And the imprint of the phoenix totem in the center of his eyebrows also shows his identity: the most respected figure in the Heavenly Realm, and even in the entire Five Realms - Emperor Chongming, Luan Jiuhuang.

Luan Jiuhuang is the most powerful Heavenly Emperor in history, no one knows what his realm is, only that as soon as he succeeded to the throne, he killed three Purple Realm Demon Kings in a row in the Battle of Heavenly Demons.

It is even rumored that his realm has crossed the purple realm and reached the legendary colorless extreme realm.

But even such a legendary Heavenly Emperor has been sitting on this throne for long enough.

"Zhan Qinghuang, and Cang Yuluan, you are the best of the younger generation in this Southern Vermilion Bird Heavenly Realm, and you are also the pride of my Yu Clan. I will bestow upon you the Divine Sword 'Darkness Martyrdom', which was forged from my natal feather, as a celestial inheritance. ”

Smiling at the two of them, the Heavenly Emperor said, as if he saw the hope of the heavenly realm in them.

As the words fell, he waved his hand, the light flashed, and two long swords appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The shape of the two swords is almost identical, the scabbard shape is exquisite and intricate, like a narrow finch feather, and the hilt and sword grid form a divine bird phoenix, which is lifelike.

The right sword is covered in green gold, and the phoenix on the hilt spreads its wings and is solemn and noble; The left sword is silver and green, but it faintly flows out of hundreds of brilliance, and the phoenix with the hilt of the sword closes its wings like a swoop and seems to shelter, the brilliance is restrained, and it seems elusive.

The sword of silver and green wings, called Darkness; The sword of lapis wings, called Martyrdom.

The Emperor snapped his fingers, and the two swords came out of their sheaths, the sword body was narrow and slender, and the sword spine was the axis with extremely fine feather feather patterns, and the sword was sharp.

"Yu clan phoenix vein, Zhan Qing phoenix." The Emperor of Heaven spoke.

"The minister is here."

"As the leader of the conference, you are now named the master of the Heavenly Beidou Palace, guarding the Heavenly Realm Sealing Demon Tower, and you can give priority to the divine sword." As soon as he said this, everyone in the heavenly realm couldn't help but cast envious glances at Zhan Qinghuang, the Lord of the Beidou Palace, guarding the Sealed Demon Tower, holding the divine sword, and taking out one of them alone, it was an honor that countless people could not reach in their lives.

And now these three honors are applied to one person, but her face is like an ancient well, and she is neither happy nor sad.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the ministers choose 'Dark'." Without any hesitation, Zhan Qinghuang said his answer.

"What?" The Emperor raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe his ears, and deliberately asked again.

"Chen Zhan Qinghuang, choose the left-handed sword, 'Darkness'." Zhan Qinghuang repeated, his tone still calm.

The people who participated in the canonization ceremony around were in an uproar.

In the past two days, Zhan Qinghuang has brought too many surprises to everyone.

You know, she has always practiced the right-handed sword, even if she used the left-handed swordsmanship yesterday, but she still swung it out with the right hand, although the martyrdom and darkness are both divine swords, but with the right hand with the left-handed sword, make the left-handed swordsmanship, what kind of amazing talent should this be to do?

"Good! What a Zhan Qinghuang! When the Emperor heard what Zhan Qinghuang said, he stroked his palms and laughed, and his appreciation for Zhan Qinghuang in his eyes was a little more.

"Zhan Qinghuang, what are you doing? I don't need your sympathy! Cang Yuluan clenched the hand that was in Zhan Qinghuang's sight, and asked her in a voice.

"I said I would give it to you as long as you wanted." Zhan Qinghuang pursed his lips and smiled.

"Yu clan Luan vein, Cangyu Luan."

"As the leader of the conference, I now order you to be the master of the Heavenly Realm Nandou Palace, protect the Yin and Yang Astrolabe, and give you the Divine Sword 'Martyrdom'."

"Long live Your Majesty."

*

"Huh, huh......" Cang Yuluan woke up from the nightmare, sat up suddenly, looked around with wary eyes, and caressed his throbbing heart.

Why, I keep dreaming about that damn scene!

No, I know best. It's me who manipulates people's hearts in order to get what I want, but I can deceive Zhan Qinghuang, that fool, how can I hide it from the Emperor of Heaven?

I need a way out.

Cang Yuluan thought so, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were already hidden, just like the calm of the unruly lake, just like her name.

The firmament of the sky, its good and evil? Far away and unreachable?

She tugged at the bell beside the bed, and watched Doe emerge silently from the shadows, and her heart felt a chill.

"How many days are left for the Inheritance Ceremony?" She asked, a faint sleepiness and casualness in her tone, and just the right amount of uneasiness.

Du Er bowed his head: "Return to Your Highness, three days." ”

"Call the benefit calculation, and set off immediately,"

"Where to go? Your Highness. ”

"Demon Realm, Thunder Pool."