Around the majestic Wanzhang Palace, tens of thousands of demigods are in ambush.

Overwhelming, densely packed.

The starry sky is full of gods and spirits.

In front of them, several ethereal figures stood with their hands in their hands, looking down below.

The gaze is cold and high.

When Sima Yuan stabbed through the henchmen of the Miaohua Divine Empress with a sword, a terrible roar sounded in this divine palace.

When Sima Yuan heard this, not only did he not feel the slightest happiness, but an endless life and death crisis suddenly came.

Above his head, the more than 10,000 demigods raised their hands in unison, and everyone in their hands had a demigod weapon.

They are none other than the Divine Court Guards 'Que Divine Guard'!

More than 10,000 demigods joined forces, and even the gods avoided their edge!

Sima Yuan seemed to feel something, and suddenly raised his head and looked up.

I saw thousands of divine lights falling suddenly, heading straight for this place.

The fiber of God is thin, like the rain after autumn, falling obliquely.

When you look closely, the divine light fills the clear blue sky within a radius of thousands of miles.

They carried the terrifying power of destroying the sky, emitting a light like a meteor, and in an instant, they descended on Sima Yuan's head.

In an instant, Sima Yuan fell into the biggest life and death crisis he had encountered since his debut!

A moment of life, a moment of life and death, is in danger!

When thousands of streamers fell, Sima Yuan did not sit still.

I saw that his figure flickered, and in front of the queen of Chengtian Miaohua, under her shame and anger, he grabbed her in his hands.

Miaohua screamed in her mouth and kept drinking.

When the meteor fell, Sima Yuan raised his body to block.

Suddenly, I saw a thumping sound like a thunderstorm above my head.

Then the light rain fell, like a thunderstorm waterfall, flowing down from the top of the head.

Suddenly, Sima Yuan threw out the 'Miaohua Divine Queen' in his hand, but he hadn't thrown out a hundred zhang.

A huge blast blast blasted out.

The power of destruction was overwhelming, and in an instant, everything around it was wiped out.

Sima Yuan's body was also shocked and fell into a cloud of smoke and dust.

When the smoke cleared, a stumbling figure slowly walked out.

He looked up at the sky, and countless demigod auras were approaching.

They were all dressed in golden armor, covered with a cage, impermeable, like golden armor.

At the same time, in front of Que Shenwei, the more than 100 spirit god beings were either angry, violent, or calmly looking down at Sima Yuan.

Some people were surprised, and looked at Sima Yuan in disbelief.

Is this son not only achieving the spirit god in the lower realm, but also daring to challenge the god queen mother clone as soon as he entered the spirit god?

How strong is he?

How strong Sima Yuan is, he knows from the clone after he shook the flying god with one blow.

Yes, the woman in the palace costume who was forced to death by Sima Yuan just now was just one of the thousands of doppelgangers of the Miaohua Divine Queen.

It is also one of the main clones.

But as the saying goes, fighting alone is not enough after all, and sooner or later the outnumbered will be devoured alive by these spirit gods.

At this time, the more than 100 heavenly beings who fell into the pool were all holding the heavenly artifacts in their hands, ready to attack.

Sima Yuan raised his head, and after a burst of sword light floated, the Divine Sword was clenched in his hand.

The sword is in the sky.

He raised a finger, and the tip of the sword pointed towards a figure at the front of the more than 10,000 demigod existences.

The sword flashed, and it was in front of him in an instant.

The figure is hazy, the posture is enchanting, graceful and luxurious, and the beauty of the country.

It was the Miaohua God Queen who was thrown away by Sima Yuan!

Or the soul of the queen of gods who has always hidden her head and tail!

The spirits on the side immediately woke up, and shouted in their mouths: "Bold!"

The tip of the sword went straight to Miaohua's chest, and it was about to penetrate again.

The surrounding gods changed color in unison, and shouted wildly: "Protect Niangniang!"

However, before they could move, a slender hand gently reached out.

Su refers to slender, clotted white, and dusty.

The finger touched the tip of the sword slightly.

This scene is so familiar.

The sword crumbled inch by inch, and the long sword wailed again.

Twice!

The sword of the god is in this woman's face

before, hit the wall again.

But this time, there was no escape.

I saw that the moment the sword flew upside down, the slender jade hand stretched out and grabbed the sword in his hand.

His wrists are white, but his strength is enough to shake the sky.

The sword of the god of punishment, which was enough to kill the gods, was pinched to death, not moving at all, trembling incessantly.

However, at this time, the owner of the jade hand did not set his eyes on the Divine Sword.

Instead, he looked at the handsome face that was gradually condensing in front of him.

The person who came, it was Sima Yuan!

He didn't know if the person in front of him was the deity of Chengtian Miaohua, but today, he wanted to ask him for justice!

At this time, the man and woman, who were only a few feet apart, looked at each other silently.

At this moment, even the surrounding gods couldn't help but hold their breath.

But for some reason, Sima Yuan's body, who was about to crush the fragments of the elixir again, suddenly stiffened.

I saw that Chengtian Miaohua on the opposite side slowly withdrew the spiritual mist on his body, revealing a slender and delicate shadow.

At this moment, this Heavenly Palace God Queen who commanded hundreds of millions of beings in the Divine Domain appeared for the first time in plain clothes!

After such a scene appeared, more than 100 heavenly gods around them changed color in unison, and they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at each other.

At the same time, more than 10,000 demigods around him burst into a bang, knelt down in unison, and said in unison: "Que Shenwei, see the Queen of God!"

Weilong's voice was like a tide, spreading for 100,000 miles.

At this moment, except for one person, the entire shrine was bowing under the skirt of the god.

His name is Sima Yuan.

It is difficult for others to see the face of God, but his beautiful and graceful face has fallen into Sima Yuan's eyes alone.

The owner of this familiar face is none other than the third senior sister who Sima Yuanchao has been thinking about for nearly three hundred years.

Chen Qingwan.

Sima Yuan's expression was dazed, as if he was in a trance, attachment and disbelief.

I saw that his lips were squirming, a little trembling, and a little trembling.

He muttered to himself, "Senior sister."

Why you?

The person who fought against him just now turned out to be the third senior sister who had been 'dead' for more than two hundred years!

However, Sima Yuan had expected that maybe the senior sister was not dead.

Because in the tomb above the Sword Peak, there was no soul of Senior Sister Chen Qingwan at all, and even the body disappeared.

At the beginning, Master Lu Hongli told him that it was the god of Chengtian Miaohua who snatched the soul.

That is, in the hands of the person in front of him.

But now, it seems to be very different from what he expected.

He didn't expect that his senior sister Chen Qingwan would also be the soul of Chengtian Miaohua!!

At this moment, his liver and intestines were broken, and he was in pain.

Chengtian Miaohua's eyes are deep, vast and boundless, as if there are thousands of stars, including all living beings, and also all the seven emotions and six desires.

I saw her raise her eyes to look directly at Sima Yuan, her eyes were calm, her mouth opened lightly, and she said slowly: "Why can't it be me?"

Sima Yuan was shocked, his body shook, his soul was lost, and he muttered softly: "You are not a senior sister, you are not a senior sister." ”

He suddenly yelled, "You're not my senior sister!"

"You're not the senior sister I know!"

"You are the queen of Chengtian Miaohua, you are not my senior sister!"

His eyes were red, and a hoarse roar came out of his mouth: "You're not! You give me back my senior sister!!"

Chengtian Miaohua's eyes flashed, Haozhi chuckled, and said slowly: "This palace is the master of the secret realm of Yaochi, whoever I want to become, I can become whomever I want, why not?"

She looked at Sima Yuan's heart breakdown, his expression was sluggish, and she said softly with a smile: "Actually, Chen Qingwan is one of the main souls of this palace, and also one of the three souls and seven spirits of this palace, that is to say, in fact, what you like is this palace!!"

"Because, I am her, she is me. ”

Immediately, she suddenly sighed, slapped her forehead, and said apologetically: "It is also possible that Chen Qingwan was fused by the soul of the master of this palace, and he disappeared completely." ”

She exhaled like an orchid and whispered, "The soul is scattered."

At this time, Sima Yuan was already in a state of confusion, just staring blankly at the familiar face in front of him, his eyes dim.

Over the years, it is not only the stronger that has supported Sima Yuan to get to where he is today.

There is also an obsession.

Resurrect the obsession of senior sister Chen Qingwan.

But when he never imagined that the two would meet again in this way.

Senior sister Chen Qingwan is actually the soul of the queen of Chengtian Miaohua!

There was Ye Qingshan first, and then Chen Qingwan, all of whom shared their souls.

Suddenly, Sima Yuan raised his head to look at Chengtian Miaohua, his eyes were full of madness, violence and hideousness, and he almost roared: "Impossible, my senior sister is not dead, you must be hiding her somewhere!"

He approached suddenly, his eyes were red, and he said sharply: "Tell me quickly, where did you put my senior sister?"

Since the senior sister is her soul, she will definitely not erase it easily, maybe the two of them have the possibility of seeing each other again.

After hearing Sima Yuan's question, Miaohua's robe flew lightly, and he said calmly: "This palace said, the sanity is erased, and the soul is scattered." ”

She flicked her sleeves gently, raised her goose neck, and said disdainfully: "This palace has never been false."

These words were tantamount to thousands of thunderbolts descending, Sima Yuan was almost heartbroken, and the luck in his heart seemed to collapse immediately.

I heard a bang, as if the world had collapsed, and there was a deafening loud bang.

A buzzing sound, echoing in my ears.

At this time, Miaohua Shenhou looked indifferently and gently rolled up her sleeves.

A blow of wind is about to sweep Sima away!

At this moment, three figures appeared behind Sima Yuan.

It is the evil god, Ye Qingshan and the Bodhisattva!

They drank in unison, and a tearing force enveloped Sima Yuan.

Looking at the situation, it seems that he wants to save Sima Yuan.

Chengtian Miaohua's eyes swept away, his teeth opened lightly, and he whispered: "Forbidden!"

A word was spit out, and the blue sky in all directions froze for a moment.

All three of them were frozen in the air.

But since they dared to come, how could they not be prepared, and after a flash of brilliance on their bodies, they regained their freedom.

But at this moment, after a clanging of armor sounded on their sides, the three of them fell into the siege of the Que Divine Guard.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Empress Miaohua gently rolled towards Sima Yuan, and he disappeared.

Then she set her gaze on the evil god, her gaze was complicated, and she said softly, "Why bother?"

The evil god chuckled, looked around, and flicked his sleeves slightly.

There seemed to be a great power pouring out of his sleeves.

After this great power was unleashed, the entire shrine shook slightly.

The expressions of more than 100 spirits around have changed greatly, some people seem to have woken up, and their eyes are full of awe, complexity and apprehension when they look at the evil gods, and some people have complex expressions, but now they are not what they used to be, things are not people, and it is difficult to change their positions.

More people were indifferent, and there was even a hint of heat and greed, and the divine weapons in their hands did not hesitate to fight at the evil god.

The mighty power of the evil god collided with the divine weapons of more than a hundred spirit gods, and the entire divine palace was swept away by the mighty power of this earth-shattering shock.

At the same time, in front of more than 10,000 demigod heavenly soldiers, there were several vast figures.

The moment the evil god appeared, they all moved in unison, and after a dodge, they appeared above the evil god's head.

Between breaths, a total of four figures surrounded the three of them.

They either hold a lute, or a disc in both hands, or an axe and a horse, or an umbrella to discharge, and so on.

Its mana is amazing, and it is not comparable to ordinary gods.

Even Sima Yuan, who had now reached the peak of the Spirit God Heaven Realm, was difficult to match.

But looking at its breath, it seems that it is still in the Heavenly God Realm, as if it is between the upper realm and the divine realm.

At this time, there were four strong hands to determine, more than 100 spirit gods to strangle, and the periphery was surrounded by more than 10,000 demigods.

It's as if they're doomed.

High in the sky, Miaohua stands with his sleeves in his sleeves, dignified temperament, graceful and luxurious.

Even the simple single clothes can't hide its peerless elegance, which can be called a national beauty.

Her eyes drooped, and when she saw that the big thing was decided, she wanted to leave.

However, at this moment, a hoarse voice full of affection sounded in her head:

"Senior sister, junior brother misses you so much. ”

The voice is soft and gentle, like the warm sun of early spring, like the cool breeze of midsummer, and like the sunset of late autumn, it is more like the warmth of midwinter.

The voice seemed to be the self-talk of a madman, and the soft murmur of a lover.