When the light covered the darkness, all things in the Six Realms were revived, and they returned to their former thriving appearance.

It is already a harsh winter in the world, and the sky is full of snow. But the fairy world is like spring all year round, and the entire heavenly palace is full of birds and flowers, and it has become the most desirable place in the six realms.

Even the peach orchard that withered before also bloomed peach blossoms overnight, and it was incomparably beautiful from afar.

It's just that I'm not good, originally I was determined to die to use myself to repair the Optimus Town Soul Stone Pillar, so I used all my strength to pierce my sword.

Although the little brother stopped me, the power of the Spirit Devouring Sword did not decrease, and he swallowed what little spiritual power I had left. Although he is not dead at the moment, his body is inferior to that of mortals.

The Burning Sky Blood Sacrifice is not something that anyone can use, and if you put a curse, you have to answer the curse, and you have to pay the same price.

The little brother stopped me when I used the Burning Sky Blood Sacrifice and used his body to answer the curse, so I will bear this price.

After Mr. Nian brought me back to Heaven, I kept coughing up blood, and sometimes when I walked a little hurriedly, a wisp of blood would come out of my throat.

Because of this, his idea of canonizing me as the queen of heaven was put on hold, and he was afraid that I would be punished by heaven.

Ling'er and Xiaodouzi were all brought to the Heavenly Palace by Mr. Nian, and they lived with me in the Lingque Palace where the Queen of Heaven lived back then. I didn't tell them about Mr. Nian's scheming, because the more they knew, the more dangerous it was.

Today's Mr. Nian is no longer the master who hurt me everywhere before, he has become cold-blooded and ruthless.

Mo Ling and the Spirit Fairy took turns to come to Heaven to heal me, but there was no improvement at all. As a last resort, Mr. Nian invited the ghost doctor to the Heavenly Palace and asked her to treat me.

The ghost doctor thought about my pulse for a long time, shook his head worriedly, and said to Mr. Nian: "Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven, the king has injured the foundation, and I am afraid that this body will not be better for a while. ”

Mr. Nian's face turned pale and asked, "How do you say this?" ”

"Your Majesty can know that the true body of the king is a thousand-year-old blood coffin, and this thousand-year-old blood coffin is made of the sacred wood of the extremely yin, extremely cold, and extremely fierce land, and then the blood coffin is formed by the offerings of the living.

The ghost doctor's words, not only Mr. Nian was shocked when he heard this, but even I was terrified.

Although I am a coffin of blood, I don't know that I am like this...... It's murderous.

The ghost doctor paused and said: "Right now, all the aura of the blood coffin is shattered, the foundation is greatly damaged, and the king can't heal his injuries even if his cultivation is exhausted, so his body is so weak." ”

Mr. Nian's face became more and more solemn, and he said, "How to treat it?" ”

"Everything must be traced back to the roots, and as the minister can see, the place where the sacred tree grew back then may be able to heal the king's wounds."

Mr. Nian Huo Ran got up, put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "Don't you need to sacrifice people alive?" Since the blood coffin is raised by living people, then I will go and kill some living people to feed Qi'er. ”

I shuddered, glared at Mr. Nian, and didn't say anything.

The ghost doctor hurriedly said: "Absolutely not, never Your Majesty, the king's foundation is damaged, just like a coffin is rotten, and it is useless to sacrifice more living people, you have to find the cause fundamentally." ”

Mr. Nian was obviously a little annoyed and angry, and shouted, "Could it be that I want to find another piece of Divine Wood?" ”

The ghost doctor waved his hand calmly and said, "Your Majesty, since it is a divine tree, there is only one plant in the world, otherwise the witch back then would not have become like that because she did not have a blood coffin to recuperate her injuries." What she wanted to borrow was nothing more than the power of the Divine Tree. ”

So that's it......

It turns out that I have always been mistaken, the power of the thousand-year-old blood coffin is not the souls it devours, but the sacred wood that creates the coffin.

I coughed lightly and said angrily, "Ghost doctor, where did the Divine Tree originally grow?" ”

"This minister doesn't know very well, but the witch must know, because she was the high priest of the Demon Sect back then, and she is the only person who is qualified to read the "Demon Sect Secrets".

Mr. Nian lowered his eyes, thought thoughtfully for a long time, reached out and stroked my face, and said softly: "Qi'er, I will send someone to the Demon Sect to bring her over, and I will definitely make you better." ”

I ignored him and slowly closed my eyes for a nap.

The ghost doctor prescribed me a dose of medicine, saying that I had to boil it myself to rest assured, but Mr. Nian didn't drive her away. But he turned the north and south latitudes over to look at us, presumably because he was worried that we would both be able to breathe.

Now, although Mr. Nian has not restricted my freedom in the Heavenly Palace, he has arranged a lot of eyeliner, and I don't know what he is doing to guard against me, a dying person.

After a while, the ghost doctor came over with a bowl of black and blood-smelling things, and handed it to me with both hands, "Your Majesty, drink the medicine!" ”

It was so fishy and pungent that I wanted to vomit as soon as I put it to my mouth.

She hurriedly said: "The king must not vomit, it's a pity, you have to swallow it anyway." After a pause, she looked left and right and lowered her voice and said, "Only by drinking this, can the minister find a way to take you away." ”

“…… Good! ”

Without saying a word, I drank the bowl of fishy stuff, and suddenly felt the blood in my whole body swish down my throat, so I spurted out a mouthful of black blood uncontrollably.

Before I could snort, it was pitch black in front of me.

No, I wasn't unconscious, I felt like I was in my own endoscope.

In the past, my endoscope was either bloody or calm. But this time is different, this vast sea of blood is no longer bright red, but exudes a black gas.

The whole sea of blood is like this.

I sank from the surface of the sea, only to see that some of the criss-crossed veins in the sea of blood were broken, and some of them were cracked, and the whole thing was full of holes.

The beating heart is not as energetic as it used to be, but trembs slightly, and it doesn't seem to move if you don't look closely.

It turns out that I was really hurt a lot, and if I continue like this, I'm afraid I won't last long.

"Woo, woo......"

Suddenly, a weak, baby's soft sobs came.

I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly searched for it, and saw a small baby in the midst of a cloud of blood, very small, the size of a broad bean, and its facial features were not yet fully grown, and it was vague.

He was all golden, and he had something like horns bulging out of his forehead, and he curled up there crying very sadly.

"Little one, what are you crying about?"

I squatted down to hold the little baby in the palm of my hand, he raised his head and looked at me, and choked up: "The baby is dying, woo, the baby is leaving his mother." ”

My heart sank, could he ......

I remember that my little brother repeatedly told me to give Yao'er a younger brother or sister, and his tone was so firm, he must have known that I would definitely conceive another child.

This little guy, isn't it the flying golden dragon he gave to Ling'er to take care of?

I took a closer look at the little one, who still had scales on his body and horns on his forehead, but he already had the shape of a baby. It is estimated that in a few months, there will be flesh and blood.

I was sad for a while, and said softly: "How can my mother not want a baby, the baby is so well-behaved." ”

"If the baby doesn't die, the mother will die, woo woo...... The baby doesn't want his mother to die. ”

The little one stood up as he spoke, trying to touch my face with his hand that was too thin to be thin. A wisp of spiritual power that was too weak for me to even feel flowed on my face, as if it was kissing my face.

I immediately burst into tears, looking down at the bruise that gave birth to him, it was as thick as the sea of blood, and the only little spiritual power in my body was protected by the bruise, as if to prevent the invasion of black qi.

But I can't find a little red blood in my body, how can I conceive a child?

The little brother did everything, but he definitely didn't expect that I would be seriously injured, let alone that this child might not be able to stay.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I can't cry anymore, if I had known that he would be reincarnated as a child for me, I would have given birth to him when I was in the Yin and Yang realm, and I wouldn't have burned him with the Qiankun talisman.

"Mother, don't cry, you cry and the baby will cry too, woo woo woo woo ......"

"Okay, my mother doesn't cry, can the baby stay here obediently?"

I put the little guy back into the bruise, and he seemed frightened, and choked again, but the voice was so weak that he could die at any moment.

I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so I hurried to my heart, took a drop of bright red heart blood, folded it back, and put the heart blood in this mass of blood.

All over my body, only this heart-tip spiritual blood is red.

The spiritual blood turned into a blood mist and enveloped the little one, he stopped crying softly, and there was no sound after a snort. If it weren't for the only wisp of spiritual power I had still swirling around the blood, I would have thought he was dead.

Since ancient times, mothers have protected their children as if it were an instinct.

I looked at him like this, hoping that this drop of spiritual blood would last until I could recover my ability to conceive him.

At this moment, I felt a shaking of the mountains, as if there were hands shaking me desperately, "Mother, mother, Tong Tong is dying, Tong Tong is dying." ”

I lifted my eyes and saw Ling'er holding a wooden box in her hand, and inside this box was the flying golden dragon with chopsticks, which was full of black gas, and was paralyzed straight in the box.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a cramping pain in my lower abdomen.