With the flip of his fingers, an intricate and mysterious seal rose, the light became more and more intense, and the white light became more and more converging with the passage of time, and in the evening, a restrained and mysterious black sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

Di Qinghuan stroked the word "Zhige" depicted on the end of the sword, and his expression was in a trance.

Poof, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his body was shaky, and his still ruddy face was instantly miserable.

"In vain, I will recall you from the divine realm. ”

The Zhige Excalibur buzzed, as if in response.

The black and white sword suddenly appeared in Emperor Qinghuan's hand, and when this sword appeared, the famous Zhige Divine Sword was actually trembling with fear, prostrate on the ground, as if he was a minister.

The palm of his hand flipped over, and a sword cut off the connection with the Zhige Divine Sword.

Xu hurt his soul, and Di Qinghuan's face became more and more embarrassed.

"Go ahead. ”

When the words fell, the Zhige Divine Sword disappeared into the forbidden land of the back mountain with a whoosh, and everywhere it went, it actually caused thunder and lightning.

Di Qinghuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and didn't pay attention to the sharp pain of his soul, and stood there quietly until dawn.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shone on Di Qinghuan's face through the leaves, casting a layer of brilliance on the white skin, and it even more obvious that the complexion was white and transparent.

The stiff body moved slightly, and Di Qinghuan opened his eyes, as before, his eyes were deep and calm.

In the Jiuxiao Palace, singing and dancing everywhere are leveling, the sleeves are fluttering, the bell is ringing, and the music is melodious. The sandalwood lit on the pedestal was smoky. Deep palace, erosion and drunkenness, the decay of human nature.

The wedding with colorful lights, the stone carvings of Nuoda should be replaced with dragons and phoenixes, everywhere they went, they were all beaming, and even everyone had a smile on their faces, as if this was such a happy thing.

"Where is the little ancestor?" Qing Ling was anxious.

Since last night, they have been looking for the little master all night, but they still haven't found anyone, and they see that the auspicious time is approaching, but there is no trace of the little master ancestor.

"I've already sent someone to look for it, but I can't do it, so I'll return to the Supreme Master Ancestor immediately. Gu Heng pondered.

It is a ridiculous thing for a master and apprentice to become a parent, but this wedding that violates ethics and morals has to be carried out in a big way, which makes Gu Heng, who already cares about rules and etiquette, almost mad.

"I'll go!" Qing Ling said in a deep voice.

A crisp voice echoed in the main hall. "Where are you going?"

Qing Yan looked at the white figure that came over, his face tightened, and said, "Supreme Master Ancestor, Little Master Ancestor......

"He's coming. Di Qinghuan interrupted.

Qingling and the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Tai Ancestor, do you need to change your clothes? The disciple has already sent someone to prepare a dress. ”

Di Qinghuan looked at the white clothes on his body, and finally shook his head. "Not necessarily. ”

"Yes. All the major sects have arrived, and even the emperor of the mortal world has arrived. Qing Ling replied.

"Emperor?" Emperor Qinghuan frowned.

"When I heard that the Supreme Master had married, the emperor told him that he must come. Qingling said.

Di Qinghuan nodded slowly and said, "Hmm." ”

Looking at the indifferent expression, Qing Ling was uneasy on the side, and he wanted to stop talking.

"Say something if you have something. ”

Qing Ling said in a deep voice, "Back to the Taishang Ancestor, yesterday Senior Brother Aoyun went to the mortal world to deal with the Li family, and by then, it has been found that the Li family has no longer live, it seems that it was done by a person who cultivates immortals, and it is all a one-stroke death, the disciple has not yet found out who did it, and I also ask the Taishang Ancestor to forgive his sins." ”

Di Qinghuan's expression froze slightly when he heard this, the person who had bullied him for ten years was actually dead? It was better to die, so that she would not have to bear the sin again.

"No problem. ”

"Master Tai Zu, the hour is almost up. Qingling reminded.

Di Qinghuan looked at the sun hanging high and strolled out, and the people of the Ancient Sword Sect followed closely and hugged him.

When the goddess above the nine palaces appeared, everyone was shocked.

The delicate figure that can't be hidden by the fluttering figure, the black hair under the long flow, the silver elegant hairpin is pulled up at will, the corners of the mouth are elegantly smiling, there is no trace of rouge on the face, and the dark eyes are like black holes, bottomless, making people guess that they can't think of anything.

"See Supreme Master Ancestor. The crowd saluted and shouted.

"Well, go ahead. Emperor Qing Huan bowed.

Then he sat down in front of the chair on the high platform, Qing Ling saw this scene, he raised his hand, sang and danced, and the woman with a good face danced in the center, and the soft and charming dance attracted many people's attention.

"Master, my disciple of the Hehuan Sect is good, right?"

Di Qinghuan looked sideways, looked at the invited fox Yao, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, picked up the white fox and put it in his arms, and stroked the soft fur.

"Very good. ”

Loved by his master, Hu Yao narrowed his eyes even more happily, and his smug appearance made Di Qinghuan very familiar.

This was the case with gluttony in the past......

Di Qinghuan hid the memories of the bobtail cat, and looked at the obedient and well-behaved Hu Yao in front of him, his eyes were full of softness.

As time passed, the blazing sun scorched the earth, and the white snow-capped mountains had begun to melt, bringing a trace of coolness.

The meal at the feast was changed and the tea was added, but the bridegroom was still not seen.

Everyone looked at the indifferent woman with strange eyes, even if they were full of emotional ridicule in their hearts, they didn't dare to show half of it.

During this period, Qing Ling cautiously asked a few times, and even secretly sent a lot of people to find Qin Huai, and as time passed, the people of the Ancient Sword Sect became even more anxious.

No matter how beautiful the song and dance, no matter how beautiful the sound of the piano, it is difficult to suppress the fear of Di Qinghuan.

No matter how anxious and panicked it was, the night was still falling, the sun was slowly setting, the singing and dancing that had long stopped, the large square, the crowd was bustling but there was no sound, and the silence was terrifying.

"Supreme Master Ancestor, there is still a quarter of an hour until the early hours of the morning. Qing Ling stepped forward and whispered.

Di Qinghuan finally moved, his slender body stood up, and his voice came out through layers of obstacles.

"I'll give you a quarter of an hour. ”

The arena was so silent that the sound of frightened breathing could be faintly heard.

"Half an hour. A clear voice came out again.

The passage of time made Di Qinghuan's complexion change slightly, and a black figure finally appeared in the square in this half an hour.

The long hair was scattered like ink on the black clothes, and it was even deeper in the dark night, and the whole body exuded the same cold temperament as his sword, the three-dimensional facial features carved like a sharp knife exuded a cold aura, the thin lips were slightly pursed, and the bottomless eyes were shooting at the blade, staring at the woman on the high platform vigilantly.

"Let's get started. Di Qinghuan said calmly.

In this strange picture, Di Qinghuan walked down the altar step by step and walked in front of the man.

The man's sword pointed at Emperor Qinghuan, the cold sword blade was only a finger away from the heart, and the word Zhi Ge on the sword blade was clearly visible.

Di Qinghuan's face was expressionless, ignoring the vigilant killing intent, and stretched out his hand.

"Give it to me. ”

The clear voice made Qin Huai stunned, "What?"

"Golden crown. The voice was slightly helpless, and there was an indescribable pampering meaning.

Xu was shocked by that tone, Qin Huai obediently took out a well-maintained gold crown from the storage ring, this gold crown was still worn by Emperor Qinghuan during his Yuan Infant Ceremony.