At this moment, what makes people wonder is, how could the Eastern Emperor be the Great Emperor Ji?

Or Qinglian’s Great Emperor Ji?

Even if it is just a name hanging on Qinglian without real power, it is enough to shock and drive countless people crazy.

Qingge’s Emperor Ji has the seal of the city, but Qingge hasn’t obtained it yet.

The Luoshen Palace built for her was temporarily taken over by Ye Ge.

It happened that the wind came and the green lotus appeared.

The light green green lotus can transform into a beast, the green lotus beast.

In the distance, a person wearing a green shirt came riding on a lotus beast, followed by Sui Linggui, elders of the seven clans and other high-ranking people.

The lotus beast came to the northern suburbs of Ding, and the aventurine looked indifferent, stepping on the night clouds.

Sui Linggui glared at Mo Xie angrily: "King of Ghosts, with our Qinglian clan here, how can we not allow your evil power to cause trouble?"

Mo Xie sat on the throne, tilted his head slightly, held the side of his face lightly with his long fingers, and looked at Sui Linggui in a playful manner.

The fit lips of the mask outlined a ruthless and cruel smile. In an instant, the wind surged, and the momentum was as strong as a bell. The hidden and restrained evil energy once again burst out like a volcano erupting and a river bursting its banks.

In just a moment, the dark evil energy spread to the ends of the sky and the earth, and the entire realm of the gods was filled with gray fear.

Countless people woke up at night, feeling the evil elements flowing in the air, and fear was derived from their bones.

Mo Xie was silent for a long time, then he laughed out loud: "How can a mere Qinglian be worthy of being my enemy?"

Aventurine stared at Mo Xie carefully.

He has long lost his past memories and does not know who is in front of him. He only knows that the ghost king has conquered the world and all evil forces will return.

Aventurine frowned lightly and stared at Mo Xie, with some mottled memories in his mind.

It was as if he was on a certain mountain, and he didn't know who he was fighting for. It seemed like he was in the second or third life. It sounded very childish.

It was clearly the evil force that Qinglian hated the most. However, when he saw the Ghost King, Aventurine felt a sense of intimacy that he had never felt before.

This kind of indescribable intimacy is something that Sui Linggui and other Qinglian people cannot give.

Aventurine came back to his senses, walked to Ye Ge, and looked at her indifferently: "How about the affairs of the Tianyu?"

Mo Xie laughed loudly: "King Qinglian, I'm afraid you don't know that Dr. Zhang and you Qinglian Fairy Chicken conspired to frame the Eastern Emperor of Tianyu. You said this girl looks like a human being and does things well.

Why is it so disgusting?"

"Sui Linggui, is this the style of a gentleman of your Qinglian clan?

Framing and framing, and then arresting innocent people in the name of Qinglian's justice.

Is it Qinglian or the people in Qinglian who is disgusting?

If everyone in your Qinglian clan is like this, it seems that this king can once again create justice and eliminate harm for the people."

Mo Xie said contemptuously, his words full of disdain for Qinglian.

And the Lin sisters also talk to each other.

Lin Mo scoffed coldly: "In the past, Qinglian, Taizu Emperor Ji Zhou Lao was there, bringing peace to innocent people trapped in fire and water.

The current Qinglian is just a flower stand with golden catkins on the outside and rotten catkins on the inside. The inside has long been rotten, and it is not even worthy of the name Qinglian.

How does such Qinglian qualify to be the head of a thousand clans and the lord of heaven and earth?"

"You Qinglian are right to frame me, and you are right to kill and set fires. Who calls you Qinglian's people?"

Lin Ziteng crossed her arms and looked at Ye Ge: "Is a person like this worthy of being the Qinglian Fairy?

What does she rely on, is it strength or background status?

Qinglian is really inferior to each other, and her vision in selecting people is really blind."

Lin Ziteng said.

The Lin sisters had been following Mo Xie for a long time, and they were obviously good at quarreling with others.

In the northern suburbs of Ding, there are at least 50,000 people in total, and there are tens of thousands of disciples in the huge pit.

She is like a rootless weed, swaying in the already wet soil, ready to be carried away by the wind of fate at any time.

It was the wind, the sky and the earth that covered her eyes so that she could never see herself clearly.

She looked at the aventurine that was so close, and stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the aventurine's shoulder.

Bang! A bamboo stick hit Ye Ge hard on the back of his hand.

Ye Ge jerked his hand back as if he was electrocuted, and looked at the cold and aloof elder of the Seven Clans.

"My Lady Fairy, the king has mysophobia."

These eight concise and concise words were enough to pierce Yege's heart.

The Seventh Clan always kill without blood, and the implication is simply saying that Yege is dirty and unworthy of touching aventurine.

The hit-and-miss truth made Yege miserable and filled with tears in her eyes.

"Seven clan elders."

Aventurine stands with his hands behind his back, his face covered with cold frost, and the mole at the end of his eye does not show melancholy, but more murderous! "I'm here!"

The old man from the Seven Clan bowed his head and bowed his head. He was indeed respectful in front of King Qinglian.

Aventurine closed his eyes: "I'll give you half a day to thoroughly investigate this matter."

"yes!"

The elders of the seven tribes brought people over and looked at the Qinglian soldiers beside Yege: "You still don't bow to my king when you see me, do you want to be accused of treason?"

The Qinglian soldiers, who were still stunned, knelt down in fear and kowtowed, their bodies prostrate and close to the ground.

The elder of the Seven Clans looked indifferent and full of momentum, and led the people to investigate the causes and consequences of this matter.

"Is this the prisoner?"

The old man of the seven tribes stood in front of the prisoner, and Ye Qingyi replied: "Yes."

"Take it."

After the elder of the seven tribes finished speaking, the guards he brought took down the prisoner, and then looked at Luo Sangong: "Where is Xiao Richen's body?"

"Nine Realms."

Luo Sangong.

"Go to the Nine Realms and bring the body."

The elder of the seven clans picked up the broken letter: "Invite people from the Eighteenth Hall of Shenyue City to come, and then invite the Great Master Qinglian, and also go to the Nine Realms Sanqing Ruins to check whether Luo Sangong has been registered, and the East Emperor

Have you been to the Nine Realms, and have you met with Duke Zhang and Duke Luo?"

"yes!"

The guards divided the work in an extremely orderly manner. Some stepped on the black clouds to go to the Eighteenth Hall of Shenyue City, some went to the Nine Realms Sanqing Ruins, some went to carry the corpse, and some returned to Qinglian to ask for help... The elders of the seven clans

He was once an iron-blooded and majestic general. Even though he was immersed in the grief of losing his beloved wife for many years and never asked about Qinglian's affairs, now he handles matters with vigor and resoluteness, and is as cold and sharp as before.

While the elders of the seven clans were dealing with the matter, Qing Ge stood in the giant pit and turned his eyes from Aventurine Cod and Mo Xie.

That year in Luohua City, the two of them were extremely naive, and they almost got into a fight because of some unfounded matters.

At this moment, Qing Ge suddenly felt like a dream, and he couldn't tell whether he was in the Heaven Realm or returning to the Four Stars.

Four Stars is a beauty that she can only recall occasionally, because in life she has to look forward, never stop, and swim against the current.

Beautiful things always stay in the deepest and first place of memory.

At dawn after early morning, a cold wind started blowing. Aventurine took off his cloak and was about to walk towards Qingge, when he saw a figure coming from the throne of vines.

A milky white fluffy cloak was draped over Qingge's body. Mo Xie tied it for Qingge and gently rubbed her head.

At the break of dawn, Qingge raised her head, and the dawn reflected on her cheeks, which was particularly beautiful and holy.

Seeing this, Sui Linggui narrowed his eyes slightly.

It is incredible that the Ghost King, who is rumored to be moody and the most difficult to deal with, can be so gentle.

The wind blew slightly, blowing up the silver-white hair, and the small cheeks were particularly bright, and they were particularly charming under the fluffy cloak.

It was like a sudden spring breeze, just like that, suddenly blowing in my face.

"The girl looks really like an old friend of mine."

Mo Xie sighed and said, "Like my little daughter-in-law who hasn't married yet."

Qingge: "..." The routine has been popular since ancient times, but the old evil has learned it badly.

On the other side, Aventurine pretended not to know, and calmly put his cloak on the elder of the Seven Clans.

The seven tribesmen were all flattered. Their faces turned red and they were no longer as domineering as before. They looked at Aventurine Cod in surprise.

"Olds of the Seventh Clan, you are old and the wind is cold. Don't suffer from the cold."

Aventurine is serious.
To be continued...