The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Bai Qinghua stood on the flying sword, took Xiao Hei out of the space and held her in her arms, stroking its soft fur. Her thoughts drifted away again. In her previous life, she would never worry about these things. She looked at the things in her arms. Xiaohei and Bai Qinghua couldn't help but think of Huofeng again, that arrogant guy. Logically speaking, she would not escape death if Xianhua fell, but now that she has preserved her soul, I wonder if Huofeng will have a chance to survive. Thinking of this, Bai Qinghua Qing Hua's beautiful eyes were filled with sadness, but they were soon covered up by the deep murderous intention. The aura around her body also instantly became cold. The Du Ling behind her was almost unsteady under the pressure of this aura. .

"Son..."

Tu Ling called out to Bai Qinghua with difficulty.

Hearing Du Ling's hoarse voice, Bai Qinghua's breath suddenly converged, but his eyes were still frighteningly cold. After a moment, Bai Qinghua turned around and took a deep look in a certain direction behind him.

"Go there, it looks like a good place to kill someone."

Bai Qinghua looked at a densely forested mountain range below and said to Tu Ling behind him.

At the same time, in a gorgeous bedroom far away in God's Realm, the person who was sleeping peacefully suddenly screamed and then sat up suddenly.

"what happened to you?"

A lazy and hoarse voice sounded, and the other person slowly stood up on the large and gorgeous bed, and the quilt slipped down, revealing his strong chest.

"I...I dreamed...of my sister. She...she wanted to kill me."

Xian Ling was sweating profusely at this time, and was still breathing heavily when he spoke, looking like he was in shock. When he saw Mo Feng beside him, he quickly hugged him, as if this would make him safer.

"That was just a dream. Your sister is dead and will not come back. You are the empress of the Gods now. Who dares to kill you? Besides, I am still here. Don't be afraid."

Mo Feng hugged Xian Ling back gently and patted her back gently with one hand, but a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes where Xian Ling couldn't see.

……

There was no trace of light in the dense woods, and the sound of "bah" sounded, and a bunch of fire suddenly ignited in the original darkness. Bai Qing flicked his fingertips, and the flames that originally danced on his fingertips fell on the ground. Among the piles of dead branches, the surroundings became brighter. Xiao Hei also jumped to the fire, stretched out comfortably, then lay down and continued to sleep.

"Master, have they caught up with you?"

Tu Ling's spiritual consciousness had limited coverage and he hadn't found the person following him yet, so he had to ask Bai Qinghua.

"Yeah, almost."

Bai Qinghua took off the cold jade flute from his waist, put it to his lips, leaned against a big tree, and played it gently. The melodious flute sound floated far away in the silent wilderness, and Tu Ling could hear it. She was in a trance. This was a piece of music she had never heard before, but she seemed to be able to understand the sadness in the music. She really didn’t know what the master had gone through, to have such a deep murderous aura and such a sad music.

"You brat, you're in the mood to brag about that crap when you're about to die, stop it now, it's so disgusting!"

About a quarter of an hour later, a rough voice sounded in the forest. As the voice fell, seven men wearing different clothes appeared around Bai Qing Hua and Du Ling. The speaker was Mo Bao, Bai Qing The music in the painting was full of sadness, which always reminded him of some not-so-good things. The other six people also had ugly expressions on their faces, and they all looked at the two people surrounded in the middle with unkind expressions.

"You guys dare to be so arrogant in front of my young master."

Du Ling looked at the people surrounding them. The one with the highest level of cultivation was Mo Bao, who was at the peak of foundation building. But someone with such a level of cultivation actually had the guts to scream in front of her master. She really didn't know how to live or die.

"Little girl, even though you are wearing a mask, you should still be pretty. If you follow our brother properly, I can spare your life. Otherwise, haha..."

The skinny man next to Mo Bao let out an unpleasant laugh, looking at Du Ling up and down with very lewd eyes.

At this moment, the originally sad flute sound suddenly changed and became urgent. The seven men surrounding them felt that their spiritual power was out of control at the same time. The skinny man who had just spoken fell to his knees in pain. , covered his eyes with his hands, and screamed in pain. Blood surged out from the gaps in his hands, and his eyes went blind in an instant.

"Hmph! I'll take over your magic right now!"

Just when the big men fell to the ground with painful expressions on their faces, a powerful spiritual pressure came towards Bai Qinghua and Tu Ling. At the same time, an old man in blue with white beard and hair appeared in the forest. He quickly moved to lift several people to his side, and at the same time set up a spiritual barrier to block the impact of the sound of the flute on several people. However, despite the flash of spiritual light in the barrier, it could not affect Bai Qinghua's flute sound containing spiritual power from attacking several people. Several people were still howling in pain in the barrier, and the skinny man even exploded and died on the spot. Death.

But Bai Qinghua just turned his body slightly to resolve the old man's pressure.

The old man's eyes narrowed as he watched this scene, while the veins on his forehead pulsed. This kid killed someone in front of him, which was a naked provocation to him.