The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Bai Qinghua naturally also noticed that something was wrong with the formation below. At this time, it was not just the elders who were holding the formation. The spiritual power and vitality of all the Wuji Palace disciples who were within the coverage of the Wuji Palace formation were being forcibly extracted, not to mention the spiritual veins below, which had experienced heavy consumption and were on the verge of exhaustion. And then there was Gong Wuji, whose cultivation was rising steadily. His body was gradually swelling up due to the influx of huge spiritual power. His skin was cracked, and his meridians were exposed with blood. However, he seemed to be unaware of the pain and was still constantly extracting spiritual power.

No one could have imagined that the protective formation of the Wuji Palace, the leader of the Eight Sects, would actually be such a bloody formation, using the lives of the entire sect to severely damage the opponent. Even if Yongye had the cultivation of a half-step demon god, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed from such a bloody and evil formation. But this person was smiling at her calmly at this moment, as if the no longer human-like Gong Wuji and the tragic scenes in the Wuji Palace below were not worthy of his attention. He just smiled and asked her to leave.

Bai Qinghua's heart was shocked. At this moment, she was sure that even if the person in front of her was different from Xiaoye, he was still Xiaoye, because there was only Xiaoye in the world. No matter what happened, he would only stand by her side. She was the only one in his heart and eyes. He used himself as the standard for all his good and evil, right and wrong. There was no other person like him in the world.

Bai Qinghua's eyes couldn't help but show a hazy light. Xiaoye was not dead, he didn't lie to her, nor was he comforting her. He could really come back.

"Fool, why are you still crying? What does this have to do with you? You can't take the blame on yourself just because they are weak and miserable. They almost took your life. If it weren't for your useless master who came in time, they would be even more miserable now. You saved them by not dying, and those two people only brought it upon themselves. It's not a pity that they died."

Yongye looked into Bai Qinghua's eyes and spoke very seriously and gently.

Even though the occasion was a little wrong and Puhua Daozu treated him as a transparent man, he still rubbed his eyes. He had certainly seen the Demon Lord before, but in this situation, he couldn't help but suspect that the Demon Lord in front of him was a fake.

And didn't he save people? Why was he still called useless? Puhua Daozu wanted to roll his eyes, but when he thought that the other party was the Demon Ancestor, whose cultivation was much higher than his, he held back, but he felt a little aggrieved in his heart.

"Ahem, um... Demon Ancestor, I'm useless and can't help much here, so I'd better protect my disciple..." Let's go first.

Taoist Puhua deliberately emphasized the word "disciple". The pride rising in his heart made him forget himself for a moment.

But before he could finish his words, he met Yongye's slightly narrowed phoenix eyes. Even Daoist Puhua couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. The extreme sense of crisis made his hair stand on end at that moment.

Well, it has been verified, it is true, and he is still the crazy demon lord who draws his sword when he disagrees with something.

Daozu Puhua could only roll his eyes in his heart, and at the same time, he reminded himself that this crazy advantage was not easy to take. He did not dare to look at Yongye again. Daozu Puhua shifted his gaze and looked at Gong Wuji, who was still relying on the formation to absorb energy. He had become half-human, half-ghost, and was staring at them viciously. He sighed lightly and swung his sword towards Gong Wuji without mercy.

What surprised Pu Hua was that Gong Wuji did not dodge or evade when facing his attack, and there was even a look of contempt in his blood-red eyes. And the sword that was almost fully exerted was, as expected, blocked by a curtain of light when it was about to hit Gong Wuji.

Hehe, Gong Wuji smiled creepily at Puhua, and looked at everyone present with the eyes of a dead person. When he has absorbed the spiritual power and vitality of all the creatures in the formation, his cultivation will very likely reach the half-step emperor realm. By then, everyone present will die, including Yongye, the half-step demon god. Who made him appear in the human domain? The spiritual energy here has some innate suppressing effect on demons like Yongye. As one gains, the other loses, and he will definitely make sure that the other party will be killed without a complete corpse!

After failing to hit the target, Daoist Master Puhua narrowed his eyes and made a decision in his heart. With his hand gestures, the air centered on him was filled with long swords condensed by spiritual power. However, this time the sword tips were not pointing at Gong Wuji. Instead, they all hung down, pointing at the formation below and the Wuji Palace covered by the formation.

"Master Puhua, what are you going to do?"

Because of the protection of the Xuan-Yuan Sword, Nangong Chen was the only Wuji Palace disciple present whose spiritual energy was not drained by the formation. Looking at the miserable condition of the disciples in the Wuji Palace below and then at his respected master, Nangong Chen's mind went blank. He tried to wake up Gong Wuji, but Gong Wuji just looked at him coldly and ignored him. When he saw that Daozu Puhua actually directed his attack at the Wuji Palace below, Nangong Chen roared uncontrollably.

Puhua Daozu's move was so powerful that most of the sky above Wuji Palace was covered by long swords. Each long sword exuded a terrifying might. If such a terrible move fell, could the already shaky formation below really withstand it? If it couldn't withstand the Wuji Palace below, Nangong Chen simply couldn't imagine the scene. By then, the entire Wuji Palace would be razed to the ground. How could he not be anxious?

But facing Nangong Chen's shock and anger, Puhua Daozu seemed a little indifferent. He even smiled before speaking:

"Nangong Chen, you've stopped the wrong person. Even if I don't take action and let your master continue, do you think the disciples and creatures in the Wuji Palace below will still have a chance of survival? They all want to destroy the Wuji Palace. If I destroy it earlier, those disciples below may have a chance of survival if they are lucky. If you let your master continue, then not only the people in your Wuji Palace, but the entire human domain will be affected, with countless casualties. What do you want to choose, Nangong friend?"

Daozu Puhua looked at Nangong Chen and asked seemingly very seriously.

He had a smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes. Don't think he didn't know that the reason why his disciple was involved in these things was because of the kid in front of him. He was the number one son of the human domain and the number one genius in the continent. He was able to make the Xuanyuan Sword recognize him as its master. He did have extraordinary qualities, but that couldn't change the fact that his looks were a source of disaster. After today, no matter what the reason for these things, as long as they caused such consequences, his disciple would be criticized by the world. His apprentice cherished this little disciple so much, he would be mad to death. He was very angry!

No one will have an easy life like this!

Puhua Daozu's words made Nangong Chen stand there in a daze. How to choose? He didn't know how to choose. It seemed that no matter what he chose, it would be wrong. Nangong Chen held the Xuanyuan Sword tightly. Because he was too strong, the veins on the back of his hand bulged. Looking at the Wuji Palace below, his resolute facial features twisted for a moment, as if he had made some kind of determination. He closed his eyes fiercely, raised the Xuanyuan Sword with one hand, and held the blade of the Xuanyuan Sword with the other hand. Blood flowed instantly, but he seemed to feel no pain. His palm slowly moved across every part of the blade.

After absorbing the blood of its master, the Xuanyuan Sword began to hum and the sword light shone brightly. A majestic and ancient aura emanated from the Xuanyuan Sword. The Divine Demon Harp in Bai Qinghua's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be attracted by this aura and became restless. Bai Qinghua frowned and had to calm it down.

The same scene also happened in Yongye's sea of ​​consciousness, but Yongye's approach seemed much more violent. He did not appease, but only ruthlessly suppressed. The Blood Demon Blade made an unwilling humming sound, but it was broken and was no match for its master.

Nangong Chen was unaware of the restlessness of the other two divine weapons. At this moment, he was holding the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword and looking at his former master.

As if he knew what Nangong Chen was going to do next, the eyes of Gong Wuji, who had been calm all along, finally showed fear.

"Chen'er, do you want to kill your master?"