Chapter 275

The news that the God Lord had picked up a little girl in the Sea of ​​Nothingness quickly spread throughout the ranks of the gods, and the next day everyone witnessed an unbelievable scene.

His usually aloof and cold face now had a slender figure sitting on his shoulder.

The man's imposing and tall figure contrasted sharply with the petite girl's, and as she approached from a distance, a faint smile could be seen on Wei Jue's lips.

But when you get closer, you can't see it anymore.

The girl's legs swung as she sat comfortably on his shoulder, whispering something in his ear.

At this moment, Wei Jue also noticed the intense gazes. He didn't feel embarrassed, but the way they were looking at Ying Ning made him feel a little uncomfortable.

“The remnants of the demonic forces in the Sea of ​​No Return are still on the run. You will split into three teams to pursue them.”

"Within three days, I will make the demon race completely disappear from the divine realm."

At Wei Jue's command, the scrutinizing gazes shifted away from him, and the divine realm's ranks dispersed in an orderly fashion.

He felt a slight itch on his neck, and when he looked up, he saw the girl on his shoulder reaching out her slender, white fingertips to secretly touch his neck.

Wei Jue grabbed her hand and saw that the marks on her upper arm were still red, and her eyes darted away.

"Little silly grass".

"Stop making a scene."

In the end, I still couldn't bear to touch her.

Having just entered the Divine Body stage, she might not be able to withstand it.

I just don't know if my appearance will scare her.

"I won't call myself Little Stupid Grass." Yingning lowered her head slightly, her voice tinged with frustration.

"So what's your name?"

She was also puzzled: "I don't know."

"In any case, it's definitely not called Little Stupid Grass." Her delicate fragrance wafted over, and since the two were so close, Wei Jue could feel the soft, supple texture of her body.

Bamboo shoots still lingered on his body.

For some reason, a sentence came to mind:

Ning Xin knows from afar that she is on the Moon Mirror Terrace.

"They're calling over there..."

"Ah Ning, please."

Ning means fragrant air.

Ah Ning.

It's his.

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"Ah Ning." The man's hand reached out, the end of his long whip gripping a strange beast.

"You need enough space between your fingers to unleash a faster and more powerful whip." Wei Jue held Ying Ning's hand, his voice less cold than usual.

Now, everyone in the divine realm knows that this ancient iron tree has finally blossomed.

"If someone finds a weakness in you."

"Don't panic."

To follow the momentum, he lashed out with a beautiful whip.

The other beast had no chance of escape.

"Wei Jue, look over there." Ying Ning, who was beside him, suddenly pointed in a direction where several streaks of fire flashed across the sky, and thousands of red threads flew out from them and fell to earth.

“That’s the Tree of Love.” Wei Jue recalled the rumors he had heard before.

“Every hundred years, the Love Tree will condense into countless threads of love, binding together pairs of destined lovers.”

This was also the first time that Jue had seen the Tree of Love. He had heard these rumors from Lingbao Tianzun when he was being whispered in his ear. He looked at Yingning and a thought struck him.

Under the vast sky, the magnificent Tree of Love stands tall.

There are tiny balls of thread on every branch, which will fall from the tree when the time is right and fly to the destined couple.

Looking at the Love Tree, he saw that the thousands of red threads had vanished, and its hundred-year maturation period had ended in an instant. He simply said:

"I'll bring you back in the next hundred years."

"Maybe it will be just the two of us then—"

*Smack*

The small ball of thread suddenly unfurled, and a red thread of love drifted from the branch into the palm of the hand that was about to part.

The love tree rustles softly.

This is a blessing from the sacred tree.

Wei Jue was taken aback. Looking at the love thread in his hand, his gaze finally settled on the face of Cang Yue. In recent days, her eyes and brows had become even more radiant.

When she smiles, the corners of her eyes curve.

"Why hasn't this love affair ended yet?" Yingning asked, looking up at her flawless white face.

He tied the love thread to his palm, then took her hand and placed the other end in her palm.

"because..."

“This thread of fate has found its destined one,” he said softly.

This is his love story.

Therefore, Jue placed the other end on Yingning's side.

But in the blink of an eye, the other end of the love thread slipped from Yingning's palm. Wei Jue tried several more times, but she always managed to break free. No matter how he tied it, he couldn't succeed.

He only gave up when he saw red marks on her palm.

That's enough.

Let's ask Lingbao Tianzun about the method of binding love threads later.

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The second dream was extremely long. When Jue woke up from the dream, he was even momentarily bewildered, looking at the empty, desolate hall in front of him.

Inside the Wuyuan Ming Palace, the sound of the dragon-swishing chains echoed.

The pain all over my body reminded me that this was the real moment.

He smiled shakily, and blood flowed from his wound again.

The warmth in his arms had long since vanished. He clenched his fists, the dream scene still vividly etched in his mind.

It was a false illusion.

He dreamed that the divine realm had not fallen.

He dreamt that she took human form, and he dreamt that the two of them were entangled in the sea of ​​nothingness.

He dreamt that they had spent a very, very long time together, as if it were a lifetime.

The protective scales on his chest were faintly burning, and the Dragon Chain realized something was wrong with him. The sound of it shaking seemed to travel to some unknown distance.

At that moment, Wei Jue suddenly realized.

Whether it's a farewell or a final farewell.

Whether in a dream or in this moment.

He loved Aning.

So, Ah Ning....

The love of the gods, and you at this moment.

Should be able to handle it?

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A place of ethereal beauty.

Li Ziqing sensed a voice transmission talisman flying towards him. He stopped and immediately put the shadow-finding lamp back into his large hand.

A majestic voice came from the communication talisman; it was Elder Qingzhu:

"Ziqing, the Sword Sect's formation is complete, but someone needs to go to the Human Realm teleportation formation."

“I know you have been away from the sect for a long time, but this time, only you in the sect can do it.”

Li Ziqing said softly, without any emotion:

"I will not concern myself with matters of the Sword Sect."

"Ziqing, the matter of the Immortal Realm's array formation is a great thing that will benefit the entire realm."

"Your master, Daoist Qingjian, pursued nothing more than equality for all in the immortal realm, and the possibility for mortals to embark on his clear path to immortality!"

"Are you really going to go against his wishes?" Elder Qingzhu said earnestly.

"The formations in the human realm need someone to maintain them, and the mortals selected this time all possess considerable spiritual roots..."

"What does it have to do with me?"

After hearing Li Ziqing's words, Elder Qingzhu seemed to be unable to control his anger. Then, remembering something else, he calmed his voice:

"I know you've put a lot of effort into finding your little phoenix disciple."

"If you are willing to go to the human realm, I have a Yangyan Inner Core here."

"It was left behind by the ancient divine realm's thousand-year-old Yangyan Bird, and it is beneficial to the cultivation of the Phoenix Clan."

Li Ziqing twitched her fingertips but remained silent.

"Moreover, this Yangyan Inner Core is enough to forge a supreme sword. When you find your little disciple's reincarnation in the future, it would be good to give it as a gift." Elder Qingzhu's voice had a strange feeling to it.

He seemed eager to push forward the matter of mortals coming to the immortal realm.

Li Ziqing's expression softened, as if he had thought of something:

"Okay, I'll go to the human realm."

A trip to the human realm will inevitably result in the suppression of spiritual power by the realm.

People in the celestial realm are unwilling to go in their true form, in order to avoid encountering dangers in the mortal realm that their true form cannot withstand.

Maintaining the formation requires the user's physical body and strong spiritual power; there are very few people in the immortal realm who can do this.

Elder Qingzhu guessed that Li Ziqing would definitely agree, so he said again:

"This is your master's last wish."

“He will be very pleased if you can do it for him.”

The communication talisman went out.

Li Ziqing's deep eyes were cold as he once again channeled his spiritual power into the Shadow-Seeking Lamp.

The spotlight shone, and the direction it pointed—

That is, the human realm.