Eighteen layers of hell

The White Lotus was very frightened, just because a noble lady in the icicle woke up, she had a phoenix crown and a xia belt, no matter how she looked at it, she looked like the legendary character. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe scene was silent, and both of them looked at each other unkindly.

"Who are you?"

"You're afraid of me?"

In the icicle, Yao Chi didn't speak, but the quasi-saint's divine thoughts were enough to talk to her.

White Lotus took a deep breath, not afraid to be surprised, but there were already too many things that shocked her in just one day. Until now, she had wondered if she was dreaming, but the cold of her tentacles let her know that she had indeed committed a great sin.

"You're the Queen Mother?"

The empty ice cave, her voice echoed inside, Yao Chi stared at her unkindly, and said, "Mortal, although I am trapped here, I still have the strength to kill you."

"Everything you have done to Haotian has made everyone hate it. ”

"That's right!"

"I am his wife, Yao Chi, the Queen Mother as you call it. The Three Realms suffered this catastrophe, the Jade Emperor and Dao Ancestor were reincarnated, and they should have taken on the task of reviving the Three Realms, but because of you, the Heavenly Court suffered heavy casualties in the first battle of Weishui Lake, and Dao Ancestor was even more killed. White Lotus, you really damn it!".

Yao Chi was angry, and despite the distance, the murderous aura in his words was chilling.

They have a deep love for husband and wife, and their hearts are connected, and Haotian will inevitably wake up from the pain in Yaochi's heart when he encounters great difficulties. Looking at the culprit, Yaochi also had a murderous intention, she was not only the queen mother but also a wife.

The white lotus knelt on the ground, crying silently.

"I don't know, really... I don't know... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."Tears slipped down and dripped on the hard ice, but even though she had kowtowed here for 10,000 years, it could not offset the cause and effect of her slapping the Jade Emperor.

can't offset the hatred in Yao Chi's heart.

Room

The flood was so great that it washed away an unknown number of houses and destroyed many lives.

The boundless weak water, coupled with the waves of the southeast, northwest, and seas, swept the entire earth. Compared with all the immortals and gods of the Three Realms during the Zhulu period, all the immortals gathered and went all out to relieve the disaster, but Wutian was helpless at this time. If you want soldiers without soldiers, if you want people without people, it is useless to have a strong strength.

Disaster relief is not done by one person

"Luck...."

In the nine heavens, Wutian saw his luck disappear, his fists clenched, and his whole body trembled with anger, but there was nothing he could do.

Wutian was pitted, and it stands to reason that the main responsibility for the suffering in the world lies with the weak water and the dragon incense. But these two people's bodies are too special, and Heavenly Dao doesn't dare to offend, so they naturally settle the account on Wutian. The original three hundred years of luck are slowly passing, and I am afraid that it will not be long before even half of it is left.

There is only one way, disaster relief!

But he didn't have a way to help the disaster, the immortals of the Three Realms were almost dead, and the living ones were all in the Netherworld.

The 10 million demon soldiers were originally his, but Long Xiang was favored by the Great Dao, so naturally he didn't want to come back. Now in addition to him, there are a total of four people in the black robe, the giant scorpion, and the winning demon, how to rescue the disaster?

"Lawless!"

Long Xiang rode a heavenly horse and stepped into the air, sneering in his heart when he saw them looking bitter.

"Aren't you the Demon Emperor? Why don't you go to disaster relief? Every time the disaster in the world is serious, the less luck you have. Haha, I don't think you have to wait for Hongjun to come back, you should leave in a few years, hahaha!" Long Xiang laughed, she suddenly did a great deed herself.

Wutian's face was very stinky, and the three black-robed people on the side didn't dare to speak.

"What do you want?"

“.......”

Long Xiang stopped smiling, looked at the gloomy faces of several people in Wutian, and said: "I only have one request, you get out of Heaven for me, I don't care if you go back to the Demon Realm or go somewhere else, but Heavenly Court, you are not qualified to stay here!"

"Dragon Incense!!"

Wutian's face was gloomy, and he was scolded by someone pointing his nose like this, he, the Lord of the Three Realms, was really enough.

Seeing his angry look, Long Xiang knew that it was impossible for Wutian to leave. Then she stopped talking nonsense and sneered: "Then you can help the disaster yourself!" After speaking, she rode the Pegasus and turned around and flew away, and the winning demon wanted to chase but was stopped by Wutian, shook her head and turned around with a gloomy expression.

Heaven can't afford to offend, do you want to offend the Dao?

Lawless is not stupid

It's just that he couldn't help but grow his head when he looked at the empty heavenly court and the disasters in the world. If he could, he really didn't want to be this demon emperor! But now that it's hard to ride a tiger, what can he do but provide disaster relief?

"Let's go!"

"I don't believe it, I can't save the world without law!"

As soon as the words fell, one after another lawless figures appeared in the Heavenly Court, and soon three thousand people stood in the Lingxiao Palace. The black robe, the giant scorpion, the winning demon and the others glanced at each other, and their hearts were complicated, they really wanted to go to the disaster? I saw that three thousand rays of light flew to the human world and landed in different regions to start a disaster relief operation.

The black-robed three sighed, and could only join the mighty disaster relief cause.

No one is invincible

Hongjun is not, and neither is Wutian!

At this time, Haotian was standing in a forest, and the one hundred and seven tombs of the Zhao Mansion were surrounded by weak water, and in the rough waves, they were not damaged at all. Zhao Sanyan and Li were buried together, looking at the tail book on the stele and daughter-in-law Zhu Yingtai. Haotian is also warm in her heart, but it also hurts her.

"Dad, mother, Tian'er is back!"

"I'm sorry..."

"I don't know, you guys... Suffering from this catastrophe, I...."As he spoke, Haotian tilted his head, tears kept falling. Eighteen years of nurturing grace, eighteen years of hard work, eighteen years of laughter, eighteen years of warmth.

Although compared to more than 100,000 years, this is a drop in the ocean.

But for Haotian, the value of this relationship is irreplaceable, with parents, but the loss of parents. Haotian's tears fell onto his shirt, his fists clenched, and his body kept shaking. At this moment, a stream of water flew from his side and turned into weak water, and she looked at her lover with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you!"

Haotian turned around and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him with a far-fetched smile.

On the contrary, the weak water shook his head, looked at the tombstone in front of him and said: "They are your parents, that is, my in-laws, and the weak water will not hurt here even if it floods the world."

"What are your plans?"

"Me?"

Haotian was slightly stunned, looked at the floods around him and said: "The world is in trouble, at least within eighteen years, before the master grows up, Wutian is a flawless clone." Although I don't have mana, I can still feel the disappearance of the Weatherless Luck, and I believe that this time I can end the Tribulation."

"What can I do?"

"Continue to look for the master, anyway, where there is water now, there is you, even if the sky comes, you can protect me, right?"

"Of course!"

Weak water looked up proudly, very proud, these years of penance, even if she can't beat the lawless, but with the weak water three thousand, she is not afraid of anyone. Seeing that she looked like a calf, Haotian smiled and gently held the weak water in his arms. The two hugged each other quietly, and after half a ring, Haotian pressed against her forehead and said:

"Thank you!"

Weak Water didn't answer, but hugged him tightly. (To be continued.) )