Since Emperor Xing began to go down to the mortal world, Qingxing Xianjun has watched her bloodthirsty killing, slaughtering cities and destroying the country, watching her sit in the highest position of the human race like a ruthless and loveless puppet, watching her fight with the harem male favorite, but there is no lust in her eyes.

Qingjing Xianjun's heart was cold, and the torture he suffered was no less than hers.

What he did at the beginning was to prevent Emperor Xing from falling in love with other men in the mortal world, but now, not to mention her love, she has to be entangled with countless men in the world for thousands of years, which is tantamount to punishing Qingjing Immortal Jun.

Emperor Xing has no heart, he is turned upside down, and he will never be able to change back to the person he loved back then.

In the future, he even guarded an empty shell has become a luxury, the emperor of this life, regardless of the safety of the world, all day long in the dormitory refining elixir, cultivating immortal Dao, and dreaming of returning to the immortal class in the daytime.

But she didn't know that the death of the country was only in the morning and night, and her calamity was about to come, and she could never return to the fairy world.

And he can't protect her anymore.

"Do you still have doubts?" Qingjing Immortal Jun slowly got up, and after a moment of silence, he faced Xiao Zhi Kedao, blocking the moon behind him.

The doubts in Xiaozhi's heart have been solved, she thought about it, but said, "Have you really not been moved by Qianwei?"

In front of Qingjing Xianjun, the waves of the Wufu Sea crashed on the shore in a trance, the boundless sea of Manshu Sawa flowers, and the heroic shadow in the sea of flowers.

"Tempting?I clearly know that the person she loves in my heart is not me, how can I be tempted by her?" Qingjing Xianjun looked at the night sky behind the white jade high wall, and said coldly, what kind of emotions were hidden in his eyes, Xiaozhi couldn't see through.

"Why did you tell me everything today?" Xiao Zhi straightened his back vigilantly, no matter how strong his cultivation was, he couldn't defeat the deep scheming.

Qing Jing Xianjun suddenly smiled when he saw her like a great enemy, he remembered that ten years ago, at the Tongtian Pavilion's apprenticeship meeting, when he suddenly appeared, she was this vigilant appearance.

It turned out that in the dark, there had been an arrangement, and Xiaozhi had only been afraid of him from the beginning, and it is still to this day.

If you don't have sincerity, how can you get sincerity?

He always thought that his heart was dead after Emperor Xing's heart was stripped of his heart, and he could act on the spot, but he couldn't give his sincerity, but that day in Youtan Mountain, his sincere confession to Qianwei was really just a show?

He didn't dare to think about it, he couldn't think about it.

The night is getting deeper, the wind is getting cooler, Xianshan Langyuan, in such a night, for some reason, it actually reveals a gloomy feeling.

It was rare for Qingjing Immortal Jun to show such a cunning smile, like a playful child, he waved the shadow from his head and said with a smile: "It's not fun." ”

Well?

"The Heavenly Tribulation has been broken by you, what are you playing?" but ......" Qingjing Immortal Jun smiled, and slowly approached the twig, his steps were steady, his eyes were as black as paint, like a pool of stagnant water.

"But what?" Xiao Zhi's palm faintly flashed with a blue spiritual light, she was ready to fight, as long as she didn't make a yin move, Qingjing Immortal Jun was not her opponent.

Qingjing Xianjun stood still under the tree not far in front of Xiao Zhi, the shadow of the tree was swaying, and his voice was as cold as the cold moon hanging high, "But what does the calamity of all walks of life have to do with me? What I hate is this fairy world, this fairy mountain." ”

"What do you want?" Xiao Zhi subconsciously looked up, the dim spiritual fire added a little warmth to the night, and the stars scattered outside the spiritual fire lost their brilliance.

Qingjing Immortal Jun also raised his head, the shadow of the tree fell on his face, fell on his closed lips, mottled, he said, "You say, how can you smash these spiritual fires down?"

The power of the spiritual fire in the fairy world, Xiaozhi still doesn't know, but even if this is just a fire in the mortal world, it can cause a lot of disasters when it is sprinkled all over the sky.

And looking at the appearance of Qingjing Immortal Monarch, these things seem to be very powerful, I am afraid that they are not worse than the spiritual fire of Youtan Mountain, maybe it will be more difficult to deal with.

So who hung these spiritual fires? Aren't they afraid that the weather will dry up and things will set fire to themselves?

Without waiting for Xiaozhi to answer, the Qingjing Immortal Monarch flew towards the sky full of spiritual fire, and under the moonlight, the white clothes fluttered, like clouds and butterflies.

What is he doing? Xiao Zhi was stunned for a moment, his body moved faster than his brain, and he flew after Qingjing Immortal Jun.

But she was a step slower, and Qingjing Immortal Jun's voice was sent by the night wind, no longer the usual cold and indifferent, but with the frenzy of a moth to the fire, "Ziwei Immortal Venerable's spiritual power, I don't know if I can smash these spiritual fires?"

Fuck you, Xiaozhi scolded in his heart, he really wants to set fire to the mountain!

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That night, a vision fell from the sky, the stars and the moon disappeared into the dark clouds, the dark sky seemed to be torn open, and between the raging fires, you could vaguely see the immortal mountains and the immortal mansion with white jade and gold tops.

All kinds of spiritual light flashed, and the fairy birds flew by, which was quite spectacular.

The fire poured down like a river of heaven, and it was about to roll into the world, and in a trance, a golden light enveloped the flames, and after a few breaths, the flames seemed to be dragged by someone, and pulled back behind the canopy.

But there are still a few sparks, sprinkled with mortal dust, burning the prairie in an instant, and the jackdaws are frightening.

Suddenly, lightning and thunder roared outside the mountain, and heavy rain fell from the sky, extinguishing all the rampant tongues of fire on the ground, except for the last hidden danger.

It's a pity that it's the middle of the night in the world, and there aren't many people who see this vision, and the few who see it are also scared stupid.

However, there are still those who have the courage to spread what they saw that night, and then after some polishing by the storyteller, it will soon spread in the streets and alleys.

There are even several stories derived, one of which is that the Weaver Girl finally couldn't bear the Queen Mother's stick beating the mandarin ducks, and in this night she angrily lit the Tianhe River, burning the sky through the hole, and finally it was the Queen Mother's golden hairpin stroke, and she took the raging tide and took the fire back from the river, only to see a golden light flashing blind, and in the blink of an eye, the hole was filled again.

"How can the water of this heavenly river be lit?" someone questioned.

"Oh, can this river in the upper realm be the same as the mortal world?"

"Ahh......h

There is also a saying: Ten years ago, the 100,000-year-old temple in the world was burned down, do you still have an impression? Now this fire in the upper realm, I'm afraid that it wasn't the Yuelao Palace that was lit, but it's a pity that the countless red ropes in the Yuelao Palace were destroyed in a fire.

Yue Lao anxiously pulled the rescued red rope and spat at the mortal world, "Fuck your uncle." ”

There are only a few myths and stories that mortals know, and there are only a few immortals who can be compiled into the stories.

In short, it is a fight between the gods, water can become fire, and the sky can pierce it.

But fortunately, after that day, the sky was still the same day, the golden crow rose in the east and sank in the west, and there were occasional clouds and rain, but no fireball came.

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