Outside the ruined temple, the bright moon hung high and the cool breeze was blowing.
The prestige of midsummer in the world has not been weakened by the arrival of autumn, but it has been given three points of tenderness because of the arrival of night.
Ye Tanan slept peacefully in Xuanshangjun's arms. Her blue silk carried a faint fragrance, spread out on his shoulders, lingering, like a bay of wind and moon on this mid-autumn night.
Xuan Shangjun was afraid that mosquitoes would disturb her, so he picked a banana leaf and fanned her lightly.
She didn't know what she dreamed, and murmured: "Sister."
Xuan Shangjun frowned slightly, and said softly, "Is it only sister?"
Ye Tan rubbed against his arms and called, "You Qin."
Xuanshang Jun stretched his eyebrows, as if he was embraced by the world of mortals.
At this time, the heavens.
Because Lord Xuanshang left suddenly, Lord Qingheng had to assume the responsibility of guarding. He was dressed in armor and led the heavenly soldiers to patrol Penglai Jiangque.
Everything was normal at first, but all of a sudden, he felt that he was being controlled by an inexplicable force, and he couldn't control his hands and feet.
-How is this going? !
The magic weapon around his waist trembled in shock, and Mr. Qing Heng was even more shocked, but he couldn't speak when he wanted to speak. He watched his body move forward helplessly, desperately wanting to ask for help from the passing heavenly soldiers. But he couldn't even do something as simple as turning his head.
Not long after walking, Coriander came to meet him, saw him, and immediately said: "Mr. Qingheng!"
Qing Heng-Jun tried his best to let her find out something, but his body just nodded indifferently, and left straight away.
— Coriander, be warned! He shouted frantically in his heart, but the entire primordial spirit was like a bug sealed in a bottle, unable to affect the outside world at all.
He entered Penglai Jiangque without looking sideways, and of course no one dared to stop him all the way.
What's wrong with me? Where am I going
Qing Heng used all his strength to resist, but his primordial spirit seemed to be suppressed by a boulder. This inexplicable force was definitely not something he could resist.
He went through many guards and went straight into the inner hall of Penglai Jiangque, and no one warned him.
As far as the inner hall, the guards are Shaodian Xiaoyi's personal guards. Seeing him coming in, the guards said respectfully: "Mr. Qingheng! The Forbidden Palace of Penglai Jiangque is not allowed to enter unless your Majesty. Your Majesty, please go back."
Qing Heng tried his best to turn his eyes, but the general in front of him stood with his eyes downcast, not daring to look directly at him, and of course he couldn't see his expression.
There was a sharp sound in the air, Lord Qing Heng's magic weapon burst out of the sky, and a personal guard was strangled to death on the spot. Blood spattered on his face, but Qing Heng-Jun didn't feel it. Several other personal guards rushed forward with an angry roar, but an astonishing power erupted from Qing Heng-Jun's body. Several personal guards were vulnerable in front of him.
Seeing the twelve personal guards being killed in an instant, Mr. Qing Heng's fear finally reached its peak.
Who is manipulating himself? Has such terrifying strength? !
He stepped over the body of his personal guard and shattered the barrier of the Forbidden Hall with his palm. The door of the palace, which only the emperor of heaven can enter and leave, was opened to him. But his body was backlashed by the formation, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but Yuanshen didn't feel it at all.
He strode inside, and at a glance, he saw the thing placed in the middle of the Forbidden Hall - the fragment of the Pan Gu axe!
It was the fragment of the Pangu ax that Xuanshang Jun had just asked him to return to the heavens. But who would have thought that someone in the Four Realms would be so arrogant and go directly to the heavens to snatch it? !
Qing Heng-jun saw that he quickly raised his palm again, and the prohibition cracks that protected the fragments of the Pangu ax were clustered and crumbling. In the end, the entire restriction slammed into a loud bang and turned into smoke. Qing Heng stepped forward quickly, and stretched out his hand to the fragment of the Pan Gu axe.
Seeing that the shards were about to be obtained, at this moment, someone was one step ahead of him and snatched the shards away!
Lord Qing Heng moved his gaze inch by inch, and saw a thin girl holding the fragment, and said in surprise, "Who are you?!"
It's coriander! Qing Heng-jun's heart ached! Are you stupid to find out that it is wrong to call someone! Didn't he follow him to death? !
However, Coriander stared at Lord Qingheng closely, not only did she not think she was stupid, she also felt that she was very smart: "I saw your eyes, and I knew you were not Qinghengjun! Are you pretending to be him to steal fragments from heaven?!"
"..." Mr. Qing Heng felt powerless. Brainless coriander, you deserve to be shabu-shabu...
He wanted to speak, but he heard his own voice saying uncontrollably, "Give it to me."
Coriander looked at death like home: "This is a treasure from the heavens, I won't give it to you!"
Qing Heng-Jun felt that he raised his right hand, and he was about to slap him - with the strength of Coriander, with this slap, she couldn't even leave ash.
But he couldn't even say the word "run fast".
An inexplicable force condensed in the palm, and it was about to split the coriander into coriander sauce. Qing Heng-jun gritted his teeth tightly and poured out all the strength of his primordial spirit, only to hear a muffled sound in his chest, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, but his whole body burst out violently.