Ling Jian Sect, located in the southeast of the Yun'an Continent, is known as the four major sects with Xianyue Gate, Xutian Sect, and Spirit Sword Gate, among which this Ling Jian Sect is faintly located at the head.

He walked idly down the street, and from time to time there were women leading their children to the center of the city, and for a time there was a crowd of people.

Qingyang followed the flow of people and walked towards the center of the city, and from a long distance, he saw a disciple of Ling Jian Sect standing in the center, a ball of light resting on the desk, and from time to time there were children putting their hands on it, emitting different lights.

He swept his senses, and it turned out that this ball of light could judge the so-called spiritual root attribute in his body. He stretched out his hand and looked at it, wondering what he would do if he put it on.

Stand aside and watch with interest.

"Boy, it's your turn!" A man spoke coldly, dressed in a blue robe, just like the one he had seen in the restaurant.

"Hey!"

Qingyang realized that the young man who shouted was himself, his face was incredulous, and he wanted to laugh again, if Dong Li knew, he didn't know if he would jump again, and took out the book of residence angrily.

"Me? It's not just a child......"

Another person spoke: "The test subject is under the age of twenty-four, whether you are unpredictable or not, don't hinder others."

Under the age of twenty-four?

Qingyang Shi Shiran walked over slowly, "Tsk, is this going to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?" Although he wanted to see if this ball of light would work, he just thought that if he really frightened those monks, it would only add to his troubles.

Putting his hand on the ball of light, the light was full of light, emitting five-colored light, and he hurriedly controlled the spiritual power, and the ball of light slowly dimmed.

The disciple of the Ling Sword Sect opened his mouth in surprise at first, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the ball of light slowly dim and turn calm.

Five Spirits Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots.

Although it is a miscellaneous spirit root, there are very few five spirits, and Danzhu calmed down and said with a smile: "Congratulations, congratulations."

Qingyang raised his eyes, it seemed that he had stumbled into the sect by mistake, but he was really a little interested in the sect.

He followed the deacon who led the way and flew through the air in a large ship.

In the distance of the Immortal Mountain, the fog was hazy, and Danzhu was carrying a sword on his back, looking at the expressions of this group of selected people, and explained: "In front is the Ling Sword Sect."

As he spoke, he took out a token and threw it in the air, the boat continued to move forward, and Danzhu turned around and explained to them: "This is my Ling Sword Sect's mountain protection array, and you must hold the token to enter."

Zun Yue looked at these new disciples, with a yearning look on his face, a look of satisfaction, but he found that only one of them had a faint expression throughout the whole process, and snorted lightly: "Pretend."

Qingyang naturally heard it, and he didn't say anything, he was used to these words.

Let's say that after Qingyang left the Fangzhang Continent, there was a war between the Demon Race and the God Clan, and the short-term peace was broken again.

Peach Blossom Dock, Yu Qian has lived here for a long time.

"What are you doing! Get out!" Yu Qian's face was angry, looking at Changrong who was wearing an emperor's robe.

"Ah Qian, there is another big battle, I just want to come and see you before leaving." The words revealed exhaustion, he regretted it a little, he didn't understand why he had come to this step by step.

"Changrong, do you regret it?" Yu Qian looked at him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "I don't regret it!"

Changrong was stunned, didn't speak, didn't make a sound, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

After a long time, Yu Qian got up and said, "Changrong, I want to thank you, really." Gently closed eyes, a tear flowed.

She's still like that, as long as it's about him, she can't help it.

"Thank me for what? Thank you for abandoning you? Thank you I don't want you anymore?" Changrong looked moved, smiled, and turned into laughter, completely ignoring his gaffe.

"Ah Qian, you know what? I have to do it, back then, your dragon clan was ranked among the five emperors, and you took away the world of my phoenix clan, and the dragon clan became the emperor, and secretly suppressed my phoenix clan, causing my phoenix clan to decline to this point!" His voice was as calm as water, like telling a story, "Yanjin's father's death, do you dare to say that it has nothing to do with you so-called emperors?" He is the most talented in the Feng Clan, with the bloodline inheritance of the ancient Feng Clan, you are afraid, afraid, join forces to kill him!"

"You so-called emperors, you don't know how much blood you have on your hands! For that high position, how many times have my Feng clan been killed by you!"

"I have worked hard to plan for the sake of this world and to regain the world that belongs to the Feng clan."

Changrong looked at her quietly, this was his wife, the Western Emperor who was not shocked in danger, saw it in her eyes for the first time, and turned relieved.

"Changrong, my clan owes you, and you have taken it back. What is owed to you is also repaid. ”

"Nope! No, it's not enough! ”

Yu Qian's face was sad, and he slowly said word by word: "Then you can take my life." Since then, the dragon and phoenix clans have not owed each other. I don't owe you either!"

Yu Qian held the dagger in his hand and stabbed it towards the heart.

said that it was too late, Changrong held the dagger in his palm fiercely, and blood dripped down the palm to the ground,

Tick...... Tick......

Yu Qian looked up in disbelief, his expression was dazed, and he came back to his senses when he saw the dagger thrown on the ground.

"What are you doing!! Want me to have mercy?" Completely ignoring the blood in the palm of his hand, he watched it fixedly.

"Changrong, let me go, and I'll let you go."

"No, it's impossible," Changrong was dizzy, propped up the desk, slowly fell to the ground, and closed his eyes unwillingly.

"Miss!" Ziluo patted her chest, afraid for a while. Zi Qian checked that Yu Qian was not injured, and then she was relieved.

"I'm fine," Yu Qian said stunned, she was right, but she was not happy in her heart.

I saw Ziluo and Zi Qi help Changrong to lie down on the bed, and the wound had been bandaged by Zi Luo.

She stared at the sleeping Changrong, the corners of her lips curled into a slight smile, she loved the person in front of her back then, and she could give up everything she loved, but now the two of them have finally come to this point.

"Ziluo, have you cleaned up?"

"Miss, it's been packed up a long time ago." Seeing her reluctant look, Ziluo said, "Miss, it's time for us to go......"

"Hmm," Yu Qian glanced at Changrong deeply and turned to leave.

She knew that there were people he arranged by her side, and he was afraid that someone else would hurt her, but these were undoubtedly prisoners for her.

What happened between the gods and demons this time was expected by her, and she wanted to use Changrong to be defenseless against her, and she still had her in her heart.

"Let's go......"

On a high mountain in the distance, two people stood.

"Your Majesty," Duhuo felt a little sad in his heart, and said, "Yu Qianshen has already left ......"

Changrong looked at the three figures in the distance, his expression was indifferent, but his right hand was clenched tightly, and there was invisible sadness in the depths of his eyes.

"Well, it's okay to leave."

After a long time, Changrong spoke: "You retreat first."

His figure flickered, Duhuo hurriedly held him up, looking at the clothes that symbolized the emperor, the front of the placket was already blood-red, and the blood at the corners of his lips was inadvertently wiped away by him.

"Ask the world, what is love, and the direct religion promises life and death? There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy fun, parting bitter ,......" he slowly spoke word by word, and gradually lost his voice in the back.

"She loved it back then...... This sentence ......"

Duhuo is silent, so silent and forbearant loves someone, and she doesn't need to know. He understands......

Duhuo remembered the day when Changrong ascended to the Heavenly Monarch, he was not as happy as he imagined, he drank wine and said to him: "I abandoned her for the Feng clan, I always thought that one day she would return to me, she is so strong, in fact, I understand that it is impossible in this life, but I still can't help but fantasize about ......"

"Your Majesty, is it worth it?" Duhuo still can't help but ask.

Changrong looked at the endless green mountains in the distance and smiled indifferently, "Over the years, she has had a hard time, and she has never been really happy...... The night she married me, I was so happy......"

"But you hurt her anyway." Duhuo remembered that there had been countless nights when the monarch would wake up in the middle of the night and stand here looking at the peach forest in front of him.

"From then on, she didn't have to worry about it."

Duhuo was silent, sometimes he couldn't understand this king, and he was secretly scolded by the people of the Heavenly Clan, he didn't care, and he didn't explain when he was misunderstood by Yu Qian.

"Tomorrow the war is about to begin." Changrong sighed.

There are some things that she doesn't need to know, she just needs to be that happy Yu Qian.

Changrong turned his back and stood with his hands in his hands, and after a long time, he said: "Living alone, do you know, I was happy with her at the beginning, and I was very happy to get married, I thought, I want to be with her for the rest of my life, I want her to be happy...... But later, until one day Emperor Yan said to me, Ah Qian was poisoned, and he would soon die of poison, I couldn't believe it, hehe, he lured me, would he like to be the king of the world...... I don't know how the news reached her ears, she didn't believe me, she was seriously injured that day, I couldn't wait to see her, but I couldn't, I was in a kind of love with her, it was my father and Emperor Yan, you said it's not ridiculous, my father actually did something like that...... At that time, Emperor Yan was also watching me, and at that time, I thought, no matter what, she must live, and I feel that nothing matters, I just want her to live...... Later, I seized the military power and killed Emperor Yan, but the poison of the two of us was still not resolved......" Changrong rolled up his sleeves and had a red thread on his arm, "You see, I have such a deep bond with her......"

"This world, Feng Clan, for me, it's nothing more than that. My father's last wish before leaving, with his phoenix beads, planted a mark, asking me to be the king of the world, I did it, and now the prohibition in her body should also disappear...... I'm looking all over the world, this love Gu, unless she dies can be solved......" Chang Rong said in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

Only then did you understand when you lived alone...... His lord doesn't care about that position at all, just like him, he doesn't care about the Feng clan, just for the person in his heart.

I don't know how long it took, Changrong had already sorted out his clothes and said, "Let's go."

This time the war was menacing, and the demon You Tian personally led the army to the vicinity of the Heishui River, and Changrong drove the expedition in person.

This war has been fought for a long time and has been extremely hard.

You Tian held the green flute in his hand, and as the sound of whimpering sounded, the soldiers who fell to the ground stood up one after another to attack the soldiers of the Protoss.

"Your Majesty, the Qinghui flute in the sky is really powerful! Our army suffered heavy losses. "Lonely and half-kneeling.

Changrong casually grabbed the teacup on the desk and threw it on the ground: "No one in my clan dares to fight!?" As a Protoss general, you are now frightened by one of his flutes? ”

The generals standing on both sides bowed their heads and said nothing, although the Demon Venerable You Tian said that he had not been succeeded for a long time and was not afraid, but the flute in his hand made them fearful.

Changrong looked at the people in the hall and was silent, and then said, "Is there really no one who dares to fight? General Shenwu?"

General Shenwu lowered his head in the wind and did not dare to respond.

"General Baili?"

Seeing this, Changrong shook his head, slapped his hand on the desk, let out a muffled snort, and said in a deep voice: "You all go out for Benjun!"

He sat down, his eyes were dark and his expression was tired, he had not rested well in the recent days of war, closed his eyes for a while, and then began to deal with important business again.