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Looking at the empty wine glass opposite him, Feng Yibai sneered.
Pretending.
He didn't believe Chang Xia would die so easily. Her inherent arrogance was exactly the same as Xie Fengxue's. Since she wouldn't use her life or death to force Zuo Qin and her senior brother, she wouldn't use her life or death to force the way of heaven.
She was so proud of herself that she would certainly have a final confrontation with her enemies.
Maybe tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, in the near future, she will bring her sword and unstoppable momentum to turn Cang Xuan upside down, but he will not be able to see it.
Feng Yibai stretched out his finger and drew out all the remaining liquid in the wine pot. He waved his finger in the air a few times, and the liquid was shaped into the shape of a person. Feng Yibai frowned, not looking very satisfied.
She looks more like him, but not like Zhao anymore.
While thinking about what to use to make a body for his son whom he had never met, Feng Yibai was suddenly stunned.
Changxia seemed to recognize him the first time he saw him.
She recognized the face.
This will no longer be a problem.
Feng Yibai supported his chin with one hand and used the other hand to boredly direct the half-finished pot of painting to form different shapes in the air.
He gave the child the body and the appearance, but if that's the case, then there's less of that which belongs to A Zhao in the child.
He might have to think of a way to preserve the things that Ah Zhao left for the child, such as the form of the mirage.
Furthermore, what if the child doesn't like this face, or even worse, simply doesn't like being a human being?
Forget it, just give him more room to choose. How he wants to grow up, whether to be a human or a monster, it all depends on him.
He and A Zhao had never been free in their lives, and they hoped that this child of theirs could grow up as he wished.
It’s okay to be a little wild.
Feng Yibai poured the wine into the cup and drank it in one gulp.
Ah Zhao's skills in creation were too poor. It was not easy for that child to preserve his true spirit for a thousand years. If he did not take action, it would probably dissipate soon.
The path of creation always involves the word creation. He has a lot of life energy in his hands, but he doesn't intend to use it.
This is his and A Zhao's child, so naturally he can only use his own vitality.
Feng Yibai pinched the magic spell and murmured, "You said that we would be together forever, sharing life and death. You merged into the Heavenly Dao and became immortal for billions of years, so you wouldn't let me die with you. But now the Heavenly Dao is almost gone, and you are going to disappear completely.
"I should have come to accompany you."
"No, I'm ahead of you this time... Ji Zhao, it's your turn to die with me."
——
"I'll plant a seed, using my spiritual energy, blood, and soul as nutrients. It will take root in this land, grow and flourish, and eventually connect the six realms." Lian Hua said as she peeled off the "nutrients" from her body, nurturing this seed. She must have been in great pain, but her face remained calm.
She even smiled at Yan Qiongfang opposite her.
"I originally just hoped that the girl who had so recklessly pushed open my pharmacy door would come back."
Since she can't come back, Lian Hua can only settle for the second best and hope that the girl's wish comes true.
Yan Qiongfang frowned: "You still have apprentices and Chen Mugu to take care of..."
Why not let her come?
Anyway, Han Zhu has grown up, and Master Jing of Baicao Garden has handled the affairs very well.
She is much more free and easy than Lian Hua.
"Qiong Fang."
Lian Hua's voice was gentle and firm.
She shouted again.
"Senior Sister."
That was a period of history that few people knew about. Her most carefree girlhood was spent learning about plants and trees together with Yan Qiongfang under the previous master of Baicao Garden.
You don’t have to think about anything, you don’t have to worry about anything. The most distressing thing is just the sudden test from the teacher.
But that was two thousand years ago.
She had been someone else's senior sister for twelve hundred years.
"Why can you ignore Baicao Garden, Hanzhu and Shijing, and come to gamble with me?"
"I'm your senior sister!"
"I am also her senior sister."
Lian Hua whispered, "You've known me for two thousand years, so you're more partial to me than Han Zhu and Shi Jing. I've known her for twelve hundred years, and at that time I wasn't even the head of Chenmu Valley. So naturally, I'm more partial to her than to Chenmu Valley."
"From now on, Ayang will be handed over to you. She's a good child. Please help me teach her. I'll also give you the Shenmu Valley. The cold bamboo is too cold and can't support plants. It's just right for you to come to my place and be a doctor."
She had arranged everything, as if she had fulfilled all her wishes, and her face was full of relief.
"Senior Sister, please."
Yan Qiongfang closed her eyes. The grass and trees had no tears, but the spiritual dew that came from nowhere flowed across her eyes.
What else could she say, she arranged it so well.
Half a moment later, the precious tree's brilliant light instantly broke through the entire cloud pavilion.
Above the clouds, Ji Sheng gave orders indifferently.
"Let's get started."
He finally understood that the last bit of divine soul was not the material he was looking for, but the horn of charge.
The Sky Realm Divine Tree connects the six realms, which means that parts of the six realms have turned into the branches and leaves of the divine tree.
The sacred tree is immortal, and the six realms are immortal.
In this way, even if the entire fairy world died, it would not cause Cang Xuan to collapse - there is still a part of it that is living well on the sacred tree.
Even that part is so small that only a leaf is left.
The Sky-Breaking Arrow carried the Shura Clan's tens of thousands of years of resentment that Cai Shou had absorbed in Chi Zhouhai, burning a dark hole in the Immortal Realm. The vast immortal power poured out like a released hourglass, and then covered the entire Cang Xuan sword formation, being absorbed as nutrients. Song Jia's phantom was in the center of the formation, slowly dissipating "Him"'s power.
Qian Xiangyi was wandering around the eastern territory, looking at the doomsday scene and exclaimed, "Wow!"
"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years. Even an immortal like this can fight back and forth even if he's in the Spiritual Transformation stage."
Xi Jiang said: "Cai Shou is burning the luck of the immortal world, reducing their immortal power by two or three levels. Moreover, the two attacks on the heavens have not only caused heavy losses to us."
There is one more thing he didn't say.
Do immortals really like such peaceful and tranquil years?
For them, all they have left is time; even death is a luxury.
No liberation.
The resentment and hatred between mortals and immortals collided, and the blood spilled added bright colors to this world, which was very magnificent.
The sun was high in the sky. At this special moment when mortals were defying heaven, Xijiang finally dared to look directly into the ancient eyes in the sky.
Still no waves.
Just like the past thousands of years.
He suddenly remembered a question asked by the unattainable Zuo Shanzhu after his senior sister left.
"If controlling your own destiny results in destruction, then what's wrong with indulging in the gentle paradise I've woven for you?"
From God's perspective, mortals are foolish and short-sighted, always making inappropriate choices. They always care about momentary impulses and ruin their long-term future.
If he had been willing to endure his anger for a while and been blessed by heaven, Cang Xuan would not have lived such a hard life for more than ten thousand years.
In His calculations, sooner or later, mortals will be weakened by these little disputes over personal feelings and eventually perish.
In the end, Xijiang did not answer, and Zuoqin had no intention of listening to his answer.
Those who have different ideals cannot work together.
At this moment, Ji Sheng looked up at the blue sky with a gloomy gaze.
The people of the Four Realms are harvesting the Immortal Realm, and as for his enemies—
Eight hundred years ago, the "heaven" he attacked was the fairyland, but he failed.
This time he was not sure of a complete victory.
But so what? After all, every story must have an ending, whether good or bad. His life was as brilliant as fireworks, but after the bloom, it should turn into ashes and be blown away by the wind.
Now it's just residual heat.
"He is manipulating fate." Ji Sheng sneered and turned to Zhao Ming, "But we are no longer in fate."
There is no past, no present, and no future.
"Are you ready to draw your sword against Him? Even if you risk everything, it might all be in vain."
Zhaoming threw the weapons in his hands to the ground, and the thousands of soldiers on the ghost ship did the same.
They knelt on one knee, performing the highest etiquette that subjects had shown to the Emperor eight hundred years ago. Then Zhao Ming asked his master, "Are you ready, Your Majesty?"
Ji Sheng said: "I am always ready."
The next moment, a voice as bright as a bell pierced the sky: "Your Highness and I agree."
Shen Siyan stood by and watched this scene. It was a strange feeling, he was neither a monarch nor a minister, like an outsider.
What’s even more bizarre is that to Cang Xuan, he is also an outsider.
The kite suddenly vibrated at an inopportune time. Shen Siyan didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, so he went back into the cabin and opened it.
News from Linjiang.
——Don’t go to Chi Zhouhai!
Shen Siyan smiled and spread out his palms. A small golden sword and a piece of peach wood talisman paper lay quietly in his palms.
A circle of dark words floated on the sword body, which was Chang Xia's handwriting, and the words on the peach wood talisman were Xie Fengxue's.
——Chi Zhouhai is the next one.
He said softly, "I'm sorry for letting you down."
Formation runes emerged at the soles of his feet, and he extended his index finger to touch his brow bone.
Everything his father, the previous Demon King, left him was inside.
"Father God, if there is a next life, please let me become a mortal."
He could give up blood, strength, and honor as long as he could be at the foot of Yunting Mountain and see his old friends on the mountain well.
That's all.
Qian Xiangyi was lying in a rocking chair in the tent in the East Territory, closing his already narrow eyes.
Tinglan asked: "Aren't you going to find him? You've already asked Zuo Shanzhu for the array plate that can trap the demon god, haven't you?"
When the war began, the power of the Human Emperor that was sealed by the Immortal Realm began to return to her body. She could feel that every inch of mountains and rivers in the land of Cang Xuan naturally knew that a powerful existence had left.
Qian Xiangyi didn't even open his eyes.
"Your Majesty, you should have plenty of ways to keep your lover."
He tilted his head and glanced at the queen with empty eyes. The young man like a white crane beside her was gone.
The fleeting light is like a dream or bubble, and the things we wish for are unlikely to last long.
It is common to have disappointments in life.
"He has his own things to do." The queen pulled out a hairpin from her hair, drew a few strokes in the air, and a thousand ingenious mechanisms appeared out of thin air.
She took it in her hand and turned it gently.
"Instead of thinking about these things, it is better to kill more immortals."
"If their lives can be used to fill the gap, Chi Zhouhai naturally doesn't need to be sacrificed."
The colored glaze on the Human Emperor Palace peeled off one after another, gathering into a giant dragon made of iron and wood.
For a moment, the dragon's roar shook the mountains and seas.
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