"Su Qinghe!" she whispered.

"Your Majesty!" Su Qinghe appeared silently.

Xie Ziying sighed: "What did the father stay during his lifetime?"

Su Qinghe hesitated for a moment and said softly: "The Emperor once said that if His Majesty has something to do with, he can activate the magical artifact of the country. There is no need to worry, and there is no need to be as restricted as the Emperor, just use it boldly!"

"The Father really said that?"

"I dare not speak out."

"A magic weapon for the country..." Xie Ziying sighed and looked up at Mingyue.

She felt that the moonlight was cold at this time, no longer the flawlessness and hazyness of the past, brightness and beauty.

Su Qinghe took a step back and remained silent.

"I am actually a useless person." Xie Ziying sighed softly.

The sigh floated a few steps into the night before dissipating.

"Your Majesty, why did you say this?" Su Qinghe said softly: "Your Majesty is the daughter of heaven, and you cannot speak for yourself!"

Xie Ziying shook her head gently.

Without Song Yunge's assistance, he would not have done it at all. When he recalled the scenes during the day, he felt that it was not me.

She was very puzzled how she could survive and how she could do that. She would never make those things and make so many decisions in her daily life.

This is not the one you are familiar with, it becomes very strange.

Su Qinghe lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and had kind eyes.

Seeing Xie Ziying like this, he felt soft and said softly: "Your Majesty is the most important thing. Proficient in the way of controlling people is his greatest ability. Who in the world can control Song Yunge? How many people can help Song Yunge?"

"Su Qinghe, you can speak!" Xie Ziying glanced at Su Qinghe.

This is true. Song Yunge was originally their enemy. He could turn the enemy into friends and attract them to help him, but others could not do it!

Thinking of this, she smiled.

Su Qinghe smiled and lowered his head.

Xie Ziying stood quietly on the steps, her cloak could not block the frost that was gradually rising, and her hair was dyed with white frost.

Su Qinghe advised her to come to the palace to wait, but Xie Ziying didn't listen, so he didn't dare to persuade her anymore, so he could only stand by and accompany her.

A blue shadow flashed, and Song Yunge appeared in front of the two of them.

Xie Ziying hurriedly said, "What's wrong?"

Song Yunge smiled and said, "The mission is done."

"Everything was eliminated?" Xie Ziying looked at him in surprise.

Song Yunge nodded.

Xie Ziying looked at him in disbelief.

With so many spiritual souls outside the sky and scattered to so many places, how could it be found by one person?

Song Yunge said: "I can sense the existence of spiritual spirits outside the sky. It is easy to destroy them when they fail to wake up. It's a pity that those dead are too unfair!... Hey, what a Yuxiaotian!"

His face was extremely gloomy and he was not happy at all.

"What is Yu Xiaotian doing?" Xie Ziying snorted: "As soon as he descends, he will come to so many sons of God!"

"Son of the God of Yuxiao..." Song Yunge said slowly: "They are not dead at all. When they meet them, they only have one word, kill!"

"Well, kill!" Xie Ziying snorted: "Gu Xian, I am ready to activate all the magical artifacts in the country!"

Song Yunge frowned.

Xie Ziying said: "The current situation does not use the magic weapon in the country. When will it be used? Don't wait until you want to use it!"

"Wait a little longer." Song Yunge said.

Xie Ziying frowned and looked at him.

Song Yunge said: "Wait a little longer, can it be enabled or not."

"...Okay." Xie Ziying agreed happily.

Song Yunge looked up at the sky.

The bright moon is bright and the clear light is slowly.

"Stay here tonight." Xie Ziying said: "Don't leave the palace."

Song Yunge nodded.

Su Qinghe waved the silver whisk, and a little eunuch bowed over and respectfully led Song Yunge to the hall next to him to rest.

Song Yunge sat on the bed in the side hall, thinking cross-legged.

The lights in the hall were all gone, and the moonlight shone in through the open windows.

The sound of insects echoed one after another, as if they looked at him, called for a while, stopped for a while, and shouted for a while, exuding caution.

Song Yunge extracted all the memories of his soul in his mind, analyzed the memories of these God Son of Yuxiao one by one, and looked for ways to break the deadlock.

Through the memories of the Gods of Yuxiao, he learned about the situation of Yuxiaotian.

There are many sects in Yuxiaotian, which is similar to this world. Xie Sheng opened a channel with the magical technique of praying for heaven.

This passage is the Hantian Sect leading to Yuxiaotian.

There are eighteen such passages in the Hantian Sect, leading to the eighteen worlds, and each world is a trial field for the Hantian Sect.

The newly-entered disciples came to these trial venues and fought each other, and finally had a ranking.

After leaving the trial venue, you will receive rewards according to this ranking.

It is either cultivation or treasure, so every disciple is eyeing it and insisting on fighting to the death.

These treasures are of great importance to their cultivation and strength, which is enough to make them jealous. What's more, dying in the trial venue is only a loss of spiritual soul. After practicing for a year or two, or a jade dew green lotus can be compensated.

The Son of Yuxiao, the Lord of Yuxiao, the Lord of Yuxiao...

For this world, the extremely powerful God Son of Yuxiao is just the lowest level disciple of the Hantian Sect.

This news is extremely shocking.

The bad news is that the Son of God Yuxiao will continue to come and will not stop.

The good news is that only the Son of God Yuxiao will come.

If the Lord Yuxiao and above arrive, it will cost too much, and they can only retain the same power as the Son of Yuxiao, which will not be worth the loss.

No matter how many Sons of Yuxiao were killed here, he could not stop the Son of Yuxiao from coming.

The more Sons of Yuxiao killed here, the more they won’t be afraid, they will only make the Sons of Yuxiao more excited, regard it as a rare challenge, and rush in with more ambitiousness.

Why did so many suddenly come this time? It is because of this.

They regard it as a game and as a trial field, but this world is truly dead and chaotic.

A cold light flashed across his eyes, reflecting the hall.

I have absorbed their souls, so I am extremely sensitive to them. As long as I come, I can sense them.

Let’s see if they come or kill more by themselves!

His eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and a white light flew out of his sleeves.

The white light walked out of the window, and at the palace gate two hundred meters away, a little eunuch bent was penetrated by the white light.

The white light turned his head and shot back, and shook the blood in the middle and returned to his flawlessness, and crawled back into his sleeve.

As his cultivation level increased, the Yukong Divine Sword became incredible. The sword and his heart and soul were united, like an arm and finger.

This range continues to expand as his soul increases.

He came to the window and looked at Duanhe Temple.

The Duanhe Palace was brightly lit, and it was obvious that Xie Ziying was guarding the soul, and Xie Sheng's body stayed for three days before being buried.

The tomb has been repaired and it will not appear in a hurry.

Song Yunge turned around and returned to the couch to continue to enter the meditation, closed his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, it was the morning of the next day.

When he came to Duanhe Palace in the morning sun, he saw the haggard Xie Ziying.

Xie Ziying drooped her head. When she saw him, she waved her hand and felt weak.

"What's wrong?"

"I've been dreaming and can't sleep well."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that countless sons of Yuxiao came, and the entire capital turned into the son of Yuxiao."
Chapter completed!