The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

The God-Devil Qin was wronged, and it trembled slightly. It could also feel that its master was in a bad state at this time, but that was the last string, how could it give up!

As long as this string returns, it can restore the lost memory. Only when this string returns, can the spirit of the instrument be complete and have the possibility of being repaired. It is an ancient artifact of the God and Demon Qin, which came into being when the world first opened. Life, now broken and like waste, how could it be willing to do so!

"Owner……"

The thought of the God-Devil Qin had a bit of a cry. It wanted to persuade Bai Qinghua to wait until Bai Qinghua became stronger, but it was unwilling to do so. It was obviously very close to the strings.

"I'm fine."

Bai Qinghua replied with three words in his mind, then stopped talking and concentrated all his energy to suppress the violent emotions in his heart.

Not only did Shen Mo Qin not want to give up, but she didn't want to either. After experiencing so much, she could feel the bond between herself and Shen Mo Qin. In that battle tens of thousands of years ago, the woman in red whose face could not be seen clearly, And every fantasy made her feel the same way. She was not like a bystander, but more like a witness.

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In front of Bai Qinghua's march is a deep canyon. In the depth of the canyon is a dark and sticky magic spring. The center of the magic spring is rolling like boiling water, making a gurgling sound. In this area, It seemed unusually harsh in the quiet space.

There is a sword stuck in the center of the magic spring. The sword is sometimes solid and sometimes blurred. It is very eye-catching in this pitch black. There is a string as black as ink wrapped around the tip of the sword. One end of the strings is still connected to some remains of the piano body. You can see that every time the sword flashes, the magic spring stained on the strings will fade a little, but as the sword disappears, the magic spring will disappear again. They will be entangled again, over and over again, and it is impossible to see which side has the advantage.

Bai Qinghua suppressed the violent emotions in her heart and moved closer to the depths of the canyon. She had a hunch that Qinxian was not far away from her.

At the same time, two slender figures appeared in this space almost at the same time. One person ignored the sticky demonic energy and allowed the pure demonic energy to rush into his body, and his cultivation level was rising; the other person Aura protecting the body, the demon energy collided with his aura and they all retreated as if they had met their nemesis. The two people entered this space from different directions, but they walked in the same direction invariably.

Deep in the canyon, Bai Qinghua stopped beside the magic spring, his eyes attracted by the sword that kept flashing.

"This is... Xuanyuan Sword?"

Although the long sword in front of him looked bright and dark, the aura from the ancient times exuded from the sword was very similar to the divine and demonic harp, so Bai Qinghua couldn't help but utter doubts.

"It's not the real Xuanyuan Sword. This should just be a mark left by the Xuanyuan Sword's weapon spirit."

The voice of the divine demon Qin answered through divine consciousness.

"Mark?"

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"You finally came."

Just when Bai Qinghua was communicating with the God and Demon Qin, a strange young man's voice sounded. Bai Qinghua looked around in surprise, but in addition to the sword and the strings wrapped around the tip of the sword, there was also the magic spring below. There is nothing else here.

"Stop looking for it. I am Xuanyuan Sword. I have been waiting for you here for tens of thousands of years. Now it can finally be returned to its original owner."

The sound sounded again, and the Xuanyuan Sword that was originally inserted in the magic spring flashed several times quickly and transformed into a young man. He looked at Bai Qinghua with eyes full of surprise.

"you know me?"

Bai Qinghua looked at the illusive young man in front of him with a somewhat impatient expression.

"I...I don't remember. I've been waiting here for too long, but I can't remember the aura on your body. You are the one I want to wait for."

Confusion flashed in the young man's eyes, but he soon became determined again. He stretched out his hand to pick up the strings from the magic spring, and handed them to Bai Qinghua, with an innocent and harmless smile on his face.

"Hurry up and put it away. I'm about to dissipate. I can no longer protect it. Unfortunately, as my energy weakens, it is still polluted by the devil."

The young man transformed by Xuanyuan Sword looked at the string in his hand, a flash of remorse flashed in his eyes. He seemed to have failed to fulfill his master's instructions and protect the string.

"Demon source? This spring water you are talking about?"

Bai Qinghua endured the irritability in his heart and did not rush to pick up the strings. Instead, he pointed at the magic spring and asked.

"Yes, this is not a magic spring. This is the origin of the demon. It is the most turbid and dark thing in the world. It can pollute everything in the world. It can release a steady stream of pure demonic energy and can easily destroy an entire world. erosion."

The young man looked at the demon source with a flash of deep fear in his eyes. Xuanyuan Sword is a sword of light and a sword of protection, so it can not be affected by the filth of the demon source, but he was still consumed by him until it was about to dissipate.

"Have you been guarding this string?"

Bai Qinghua withdrew his gaze and looked at the string that was carefully held in the palm of the young man's hand. He almost unconsciously made a protective gesture.

"Yeah, I've been guarding it."

The young man smiled shyly.

"Why are you here to protect me?"

Bai Qinghua continued to ask.

"It's the master's order, but I don't remember who my master is or where he is. I may remember it when I return to my true body. Please put away the strings quickly. I'm about to dissipate."

The young man looked at Bai Qinghua with a somewhat anxious look.

When Bai Qinghua heard this, although her heart was still full of doubts, she still waved her hand and took the string into the ancient jade space. At this time, she didn't dare to let the string return to its place. Not to mention the magic source on it, it was the string itself. The memory she carried was not something she could bear now, but even though she had tried her best not to touch the strings, the moment she put the strings into the space, the contact still made her brain dizzy.

The dark source of magic was like a silk thread gnawing at the marrow of the tarsus. In just a moment of contact, a trace penetrated into Bai Qinghua's eyebrows. In an instant, the negative emotions could no longer be suppressed, and all the bad memories came one after another. Bai Qing The already red eyes in the painting instantly turned as red as blood, and black mist appeared all over the body. Strange black lines loomed on the face painted by Bai Qing.

"Ah! Die! Die! Die, all of you!"

In front of Bai Qinghua's eyes, the faces of Xian Ling and Mo Feng appeared alternately. Both of them had ferocious smiles on their faces. Indistinct sounds came out of their mouths. Bai Qinghua couldn't hear them clearly. But she felt it was extremely noisy. She covered her ears hard, her eyes were blood red, and she just wanted to tear the two faces in front of her into pieces.

"Qingqing, wake up, it's all fake!"

Yu Wushuang didn't know what Bai Qinghua saw at this time, so he could only remind him loudly in the sea of ​​consciousness.