The origin of the magic way of magpie stepping on the branch

Chapter 1 The Gods Are Stolen
That night.

On the Phantom Continent, on a remote cliff in Xingmiao Country.Donghuang Wujue was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and his expression struggling.

In the dream, a woman who looked similar to herself, but was obviously a little more mature than herself, was being tortured.The woman's lute bone, collarbone, wrists and ankles were pierced by several thick black iron chains. Blood oozed from her flesh, but none of it fell on the ground, because these iron chains were sucking the woman's blood!

Seeing such a tragic situation, Donghuang Wujue was terrified, she stepped forward quickly, and brushed the woman's hair wet with cold sweat behind her ear, "Miss, miss, wake up."

Donghuang Wujue took out his handkerchief, and carefully wiped the stains on the woman's face. Looking at the tortured pale face, she almost shed tears.

With a soft moan, the woman woke up leisurely, and the moment her originally dim eyes saw the Donghuang Wujue, they were instantly filled with brilliance. "Master, master, Que Ling finally called you..." After saying a word, the tears in Que Ling's eyes were like a flood breaking a bank, and big, big tears fell on Donghuang Wujue's hand .

"Magpie spirit? Magpie spirit?" Donghuang Wujue felt a sharp pain in her mind when she heard this name, and her face turned pale instantly due to the pain.

It seems that some memory wants to break the seal, but the seal is too strong to be broken.

Those memories could only hit the seal desperately, every time it hit, Donghuang Wujue's face turned pale.

"Master, master, before you wake up, don't think about these past events." Que Ling's thin palm covered the back of Donghuang Wujue's hand, and a burst of shining light shone, and Donghuang Wujue suddenly felt dizzy. The excruciating pain was gone.

I must rescue her out!

Although she didn't recover any memory, a voice in Donghuang Wujue told her that she had to save the woman in front of her!
In an instant, an ice sword appeared from his left hand, and Donghuang Wujue slashed at the black iron chain with all his strength. The ice sword shattered at the sound, but the iron chain was not damaged at all.

Que Ling smiled weakly, "Master, you don't need to waste your time, the current master still can't do anything about this black iron chain."

"Then what should I do?" Donghuang Wujue threw the freshly formed ice sword aside in despair, his face was covered with tears, his memory was still sealed, but his emotions could not be sealed, watching Que Ling being tortured like this , Donghuang Wujue's heart was twisted like a knife.

The chains that locked the magpie tightened suddenly, and the pain immediately spread to her limbs and bones.The already extremely pale face was even bloodless, tremblingly holding Donghuang Wujue's hand, the spirit said: "My lord, the Phoenix God stole your god, most of the spirit has been absorbed by her, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist for long. Lord, master must find the Phoenix God as soon as possible and take back the god!"

The blue spiritual power came from the end of the chain, and the magpie felt like an ice cellar in an instant, excruciatingly painful.

"Que Ling, Que Ling, I want to save you, I want to save you!" Donghuang Wujue had already collapsed, seeing Que Ling's pained appearance, she wished she could go up to replace her.

Like the flashback of a dying person, Que Ling suddenly clenched Donghuangwujue's hand, "My lord, the god of magic, shakes the world!" A red light erupted from her body, burning Donghuangwujue's hand. hand.

"Magpie spirit!" Donghuang Wujue yelled and sat up from the bed, gasping for breath in shock.Looking at the red burn marks on her hands, she wiped away the tears on her face, as if the tragic situation of the magpie spirit was still in front of her eyes.

Before she could make another move.

Suddenly, a small blue spot of light entered Donghuang Wujue's brain, and he fainted instantly.

Satisfied to see the sleeping state of Emperor Wujue in the middle east of the water mirror, the woman in a blue dress covered her face and smiled, "Little Que Ling, guess if I will let her remember you?"

Que Ling looked at the water mirror in despair and remained silent.

"So what if I call people over? She is just a mortal who hasn't awakened. Sooner or later, she will be mine." The woman's triumphant and vicious laughter spread to every corner of the hall.

(End of this chapter)