Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

"what……

In the ancient bronze mirror with a blurry picture, a roar like a beast suddenly sounded.

The momentum is deafening, as if to annihilate Tianyu.

The blurred picture of the ancient bronze mirror began to vibrate violently, as if the world was trembling because of this howling.

The dark bronze ancient mirror finally has a picture.

It was a picture of an incomparably bright Xuanhuang Shenhong, splashing away.

After that, the clarity is completely restored.

Outside Zhan Xian, the one-armed man embraced the little girl. The little girl had a look of fear on her face, but she was safe and sound.

As for that man, his body is full of scars, which are scars left by the rules of the source, eroded by the rules, and difficult to recover.

His whole body was blurred with blood, the blood of the emperor was flowing, and the scars were shocking, and white bones could be seen!

The ancient clock behind him became broken.

Among the ancient weapons, the extremely powerful imperial soldiers fought with men for many times. Now, after experiencing such an encounter again, the ancient bell no longer has the majesty of a fake fairy weapon.

This scene is unforgettable!

This scene, engraved into the heart, is endlessly shocking!

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Everyone was stunned at this moment.

They once thought that the Heavenly Emperor would never die, but that little girl would definitely die.

But they only discovered now that it seemed that they had misunderstood this man again.

The only descendant of such a dragon clan was so important in the heart of the Heavenly Emperor.

Since the Emperor of Heaven could survive, why would he not take his life to protect this little girl?

If he didn't die, how could the little girl die?

"One thing to say, Heavenly Emperor's entry into Xiantai this time to save the little girl means that he is impeccable to this little girl.

"I am also using my life to fulfill the last wish of the dragon princess! 35

A monk said.

These words obviously refuted Ye Chen's previous words.

Ye Chen's face was gloomy, not only because he felt the refutation of the monks.

It's more because this little girl didn't die when she entered Xiantai!

In an ancient bronze mirror.

The God of Heaven also came to Zhanxiantai with all his people.

Staring at the bloody man, there was a look of shock on his face.

The mighty gods and officials of the Heavenly Palace, at this moment, are incomparably silent!

No one would have thought that someone who entered the Immortal Slaying Stage would still be able to survive!

Those Heavenly Palace priests were dumbfounded.

And those generals of the Heavenly Palace showed reverence one by one.

Whether it is the courage to enter the immortal stage, or the immortality in and out of the immortal stage, all these belligerent generals ignited the blood in their hearts.

The status of this man in their hearts is getting higher and higher.

"...

When the little girl saw the bloody Gu Changqing, she burst into tears.

She wiped the blood on Gu Changqing's face, but found that it couldn't be wiped clean. Just wiped off, the blood came out again.

Her pure eyes were filled with worry and fear.

"fine.

Gu Changqing put the little girl down and looked at her with soft eyes: "What are you doing in Zhanxiantai? Didn't the big brother tell you not to run around and wait for me to come back?

At that moment, the little girl cried more and more with rain.

She shook her head guiltily: "No, I didn't disobey my elder brother."

"Yes Yes……"

The little girl searched in the crowd, but didn't see the person she was looking for, so she had to use them instead.

"They said that I am a bastard, I am a bastard without parents, a bastard who is neither dragon nor human...'

She choked with sadness, and her small body was sobbing: "They said, I am in the Heavenly Palace, and I will dust the Heavenly Palace..."

"They... also said that if you jump off the Immortal Slaying Platform, you can go back to the Dragon Clan, and you can go home."5

"I went, but I didn't expect to hurt big brother like this, I'm sorry big brother, I'm sorry..."

The little girl's mood completely collapsed, she hugged Gu Changqing tightly, it seemed that only the arms of this man could make her feel a little warm.

"who are they?"

Gu Changqing's eyes were soft, but his voice was extremely hoarse.

·0 Seeking flowers...

It was like an old beast on the verge of desperation whistling hoarsely, with endless anger mixed in its voice.

The little girl did not respond, she cried very sadly, her small body was shaking violently, whether it was because of fear or something else.

Gu Changqing turned his head and looked at the crowd.

At that moment, everyone couldn't help shivering, those eyes made people shudder!

Terrible!

It was a pair of eyes that wanted to kill, a pair of eyes that wanted to wash the world with blood.

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Seeing the cold light in those eyes, all of Qun Xiu's expressions changed.

The heart began to beat thumping, and boundless fear rose.

Such a terrifying gaze was something they had never felt before on the Emperor of Heaven. But they understand that if the Emperor of Heaven shows this kind of gaze, he will wash all living beings with blood!

It is to make the big day bloody!

Gu Changqing's gaze finally fell on Mu Nanzhi in the crowd.

Just looking at her like that, those eyes, cold, yet full of disappointment!

Mu Nanzhi shuddered, and for some reason, under those extremely disappointed eyes, her heart was stabbed.

Obviously, she didn't have much emotional intersection with this man.

"Big brother, I want to go home, I want to go back to the Dragon Clan."

The little girl's crisp voice sounded.

Break the suffocating atmosphere.

Gu Changqing's eyes finally softened and softened.

"I'm sorry. 35

He says.

He slowly got up and took the little girl's hand: "Big brother will take the girl home. 35

A man and a little girl walked away slowly holding hands like this.

There was boundless silence behind him, no one dared to stop, no one dared to say anything...

Everyone commented on the two figures.

In the West, the setting sun is like blood.

The golden brilliance shone down on this sacred place shrouded in fairy mist.

In that sea of ​​clouds, two figures, one big and one small, slowly moved forward.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Yola got longer.

Those two figures, it seems, are incomparably declining, incomparably lonely and lonely.