The magma was in the ocean, like the sun-falling Huanghuang Shrine, the owner of those beautiful eyes suddenly closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, there was a faint sigh in the hall.
"Is this an unalterable fate? Sure enough, the will of the heavens cannot be replaced... If my family is destined to suffer ups and downs, the deity will wait for that day to come."
She raised her hand, and a flame appeared, quickly shrinking inward, and condensing into a jade slip.
hum—
The space around the jade slip vibrated, engulfing it like a wave of water.
On this day, the will from the Supreme Sun spreads throughout the entire ethnic group, and it only contains one message—turmoil is coming!
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The incomparably huge star seems to be formed by the fusion of dozens of stars. It is so huge that it casts a large shadow that cannot be seen on the back of the endless starry sky.
On the sunny side of the star, there are mountains that stretch like giant dragons, and the majestic atmosphere fills the sky and the earth, and large palace buildings are located on the mountains.
In a certain hall of Dragon Head, hundreds of figures gathered together, sitting on large stone chairs, each with a solemn expression.
"Your will, you all already know, it seems that the thing you and I are most worried about has finally happened." The low voice resounded through the hall, revealing endless oppression. burning flame.
"I know that the scourge must not be left behind. They should all be killed in the past, and there will be no future troubles!"
"It is indeed a mortal sin to tarnish the blood of the ethnic group, but her identity is too special, you and I agreed with it back then."
"It's useless to argue about this now. Since the adults have given a warning, there will be a storm in our clan in the future!"
"Humph! With the adults here, who would dare to touch our clan even if the scourge is not dead, even if the scourge is not dead, it will not be able to make waves!"
The red long-haired old man lightly moved his crutches, and the ground made a muffled sound of "dong", and the hall was suddenly quiet, "My family is sheltered by the scorching sun, and after hundreds of millions of years, it will not wither, but unexpected storms, if they can be avoided, naturally It could not be better."
"The old man proposes to dispatch the clan cleaners to search the eight desolate worlds and the world to find the source of the turmoil and kill him."
"agree!"
"agree!"
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The little world of magic.
Holy Palace.
Qin Yu leaned against the soft couch, covered with a soft blanket, his face was slightly pale, and his breath showed weakness.
On the opposite side, Ximen Gucheng, who was treating him, opened his eyes with a solemn expression, "What exactly did you experience while you were in a coma? Your soul has become so weak that it is on the verge of collapse."
Qin Yu smiled and shook his head, "I can't figure it out myself, so don't ask more."
He really couldn't figure out what was hidden in the indifferent, cruel and beautiful eyes of the young self who wanted to kill him in the dream.
Ximen Gucheng shook his head, looked at Qin Yu and sighed, "How many secrets do you have!" Saying these words means that he has already and no longer wants to find out more.
But there is one thing that Ximen Gucheng is very clear about, Qin Yu must be hiding some great secret.
In the distorted space, the aura released by the eyes that emerged is so powerful that it is unimaginable that even if I think about it now, I will instantly break out in a cold sweat... It is definitely a power that does not belong to this world!
Qin Yu took a breath, "Okay, let's get down to business. How long will it take for me to recover from my current injury."
Ximen Gucheng knew what he was thinking, and he frowned for a few breaths of silence, "You should know how your soul is injured, and it's not a one-time thing to recover... Moreover, the most difficult thing is that your current soul, I can't bear too much power, otherwise, it will not only be useless, but will be extremely harmful."
Qin Yu said slowly: "You mean, I can't use external force, I can only let my soul recover on its own?"
Seeing Ximen Gucheng nodding, Qin Yu's face turned gloomy. As the former said, he knew his own injury.
Without external help, it would take at least decades, or even longer, for Qin Yu to recover from his soul injury.
For the monks in the robbery of the fairyland, decades or even hundreds of years are nothing at all, and a long-term retreat is more than this time.
But Qin Yu is different.
Ning Ling used the power of darkness to temporarily delay the arrival of death, which could only last for two hundred years at most... He didn't have much time to spend on his soul injury.
"Ximen, is there any way for me to recover?"
"no."
Qin Yu shook his head, "I don't believe it."
Ximen Gucheng said in a deep voice: "Qin Yu, I know what you think, but I want to remind you that Ning Ling can only wake up if you live safely. If something happens to you, no one can save her. You have to keep it firmly in mind!"
Qin Yu said lightly: "You are so excited, I think there is a way to help me recover from my soul injury. It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me, as the Holy Emperor of the Demon Dao, as long as I want, I will be able to find it."
He closed his eyes, "Simon, you should understand that there are always one or two people in this world, the ones you are willing to cherish, protect, and save at all costs."
"As far as you are concerned, this is the case with your sister-in-law and nephew. As far as I am concerned, it is the same with Ning Ling. I won't force you to tell me what to do, but I will definitely know.
Ximen Gucheng's face was sinking like water, and he roared: "Yes, His Majesty the Holy Emperor is very wise, and there is indeed a method in the world that can restore your soul injury to the original in a short period of time - this method is called embers and ashes, which is like Stimulate the last heat in the bonfire after burning, although it is exchanged for a moment of light and heat, when it burns to the end, it will usher in eternal silence!"
"Qin Yu, this is what this seat has said. How to choose is up to you... This seat only hopes that you can calm down and not regret it!"
Ximen Gucheng walked away, his back was angry, watching him leave Qin Yu with a dull expression, he knew that because they were already friends, Ximen Gucheng would be angry, and if it was an irrelevant person, who would care about your life and death.
"Ximen, you and I are the same people. Since you already know my choice, why bother with this meaningless annoyance."
"Are embers flying ashes? The name is quite sad, but Qin has always had good luck in his life... I can't wait, but I will never die."
As Qin Yu said, it is very simple to get the jade slip of the embers flying ashes in the name of the holy emperor of the devil.
You Ji came to the soft couch, looked at the jade slip on the round table, was silent for a few breaths, and reached out to help Qin Yu cover the blanket.
"Your Majesty, your decision to concubine does not stop you. I just hope that Your Majesty can take care of yourself. Don't forget that you have a woman besides your sister."
Qin Yu opened his eyes with guilt in his eyes, "You Ji, I'm sorry for you..."
You Ji shook her head, tears flowed out, and lay on top of him, "I don't want to hear it, as long as Your Majesty can be well, I don't care about anything else."
Qin Yu raised his hand and stroked her black hair, "Don't worry, I promise you, there will be no accident." In the depths of his eyes, a deep flash of darkness flashed through his eyes. He had already kept in mind the secret technique of embers flying ashes. If it lasted too long, he had to find a way to save Ning Ling and himself before his soul power was exhausted.
Qin Yu didn't know if he could do it, but he knew now that he had no choice.
Live to the death, let go... That's it!