The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

"I'm back, Tata."

At this moment, memories of past and present lives are intertwined like the tide.

The scenes of war and killing are intertwined, the battlefield between gods and demons is covered with blood and body parts. The battle was too brutal, and both gods and demons came out in full force. The gods wanted to defend their homes and the pure land behind them, while the demons wanted to overthrow the rule of the gods and become the masters of this world. At that time, the demons were still weak, and humans had just awakened to their own tradition. Without the protection of the gods, the demons would become meat and humans would once again become slaves.

The gods fought bloody battles but were isolated and helpless. The demons each occupied a mountain and became king, each with their own thoughts. The human race was still weak and huddled in their own world, watching the war tremblingly and waiting for the decision of fate.

Seeing the people she used to know fall one by one, the pain was beyond words. Her beloved brother died on the battlefield and no trace was left. Her most respected father God dragged the Demon Lord to death together. He used his soul to return to heaven and earth to protect the last chance of life in this world. She also wanted to fight for a glimmer of hope for her people and family. Her former best friend was unwilling to meet her on the battlefield, so she exposed her divine weapon and body. Pain was useless, tears were useless, and she could only fight to the end. The girl in red stood between heaven and earth, as if she was tireless. The Divine Demon Harp clanged in her hands, never stopping for a moment. Her divine power was exhausted, but she still had flesh and blood and soul. At the end of the battle, the girl in her prime had turned into an octogenarian old woman with white hair. The Divine Demon Harp that was radiating divine light had no luster, and the body of the harp was covered with cracks. She looked at the devastated scene, and a tear fell from her eyes. In the end, she led the remaining gods and all the remaining demons into the Holy Light City, and exposed her own Divine Demon Harp, and her soul flew away!

The last world in her eyes was full of scarlet, a dazzling scarlet all over the sky...

Bai Qinghua knew that was her first life. In that life, she was the saint of the gods and the host of the Divine and Demon Harp, one of the four great artifacts. The gods in that life were true gods. They were born cultivators, possessed the strongest bodies, and the ultimate fire control ability. Spirit flames would crawl at their feet. All races were under their rule. The gods were powerful but liked a peaceful life the most. All races under the rule of the gods lived in comfort and peace. However, things in the world are always fair. The gods possessed powerful strength, but it was extremely difficult for them to breed offspring. Therefore, the gods were scarce, and a Holy Light City accommodated all of them. This was also the reason why the gods were so tragic during the later war between gods and demons. Even if the gods could fight one thousand against one, they could not stop the thousands of demons from coming one after another.

After her death, her soul was scattered between heaven and earth and would have completely dissipated in a short time. It was her mother who used her own blood to summon her soul. After going through great pains to gather her remaining soul, she set up a formation to reverse life and death on the top floor of the nine-story pagoda. Her mother sacrificed herself in exchange for her afterlife. Her brother, who only had a soul left, gave up the chance of reincarnation in order to be able to accompany her. He signed a contract with the ancient jade and became the spirit of the ancient jade. From then on, he forgot his past and lost himself. She was taken into the Tower of Babel by the ancient jade and nurtured by the spirit of the tower.

The memories of three lives awakened, Bai Qinghua's head was splitting with pain, and he curled up into a ball as if he was immersed in pain.

This familiar scene frightened Tata, as if he saw the soul that could have shattered at any time, curled up like this. Thinking that the little remnant soul he raised had finally grown into a beautiful woman, he was really afraid that she would die accidentally. Then would he have to send her to reincarnate again?

No, no, no. Thinking of that little boy, Tata shook his head wildly.

Wuuu, no, he has waited so long for this little girl, he doesn’t want to wait again, the time is too long, he wants to be with the little girl forever, never to be separated again.

Thinking of this, Tata suddenly looked at the ancient jade in the center of the formation that had already merged with Bai Qing's painting, and a determination flashed in his eyes.

All the monks who were still training in the Tower of Babel felt the vibration of the Tower of Babel, followed by a powerful suction force. After their eyes went dark, they were all thrown out of the Tower of Babel. Then, in the shocked eyes of everyone, the Tower of Babel, which had stood in the Tongtian Secret Realm for who knows how many years, suddenly disappeared after a violent tremor!

It actually disappeared!

Wow! Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene. After the deathly silence, there was an uproar.

"The tower... the tower disappeared."

"The Tower of Babel is gone."

"Where is the Tower of Babel?"

After countless people asked their soul-searching questions, they frantically searched for the Tower of Babel in their surroundings. However, no matter whether they flew into the sky or hid underground, they could not see the Tower of Babel. Everyone suddenly became a little panicked.

"Could it be that the Tower of Babel has recognized its master?"

Someone in the crowd murmured as he looked at the original location of the Tower of Babel.

But as soon as he finished speaking, someone nearby who happened to hear him shouted back:

"How is it possible! That is the Tower of Babel. The Secret Realm of Babel has existed for nearly ten thousand years. How could it suddenly recognize its master?"

"Then where did the Tower of Babel go? How could it disappear for no reason?"

The person who was shouting was speechless, but still unwilling to believe this result. The people around him fell silent again because of this sentence.

What you said is absolutely right. The Tower of Babel will not disappear for no reason. The most likely possibility is that the Tower of Babel recognized its owner and was taken away by the owner. But except for those people who were thrown out of the Tower of Babel, there was nothing at the scene. Then who is the owner of the Tower of Babel?

Everyone focused their attention on the monks who were thrown out of the Tower of Babel, which made those monks feel horrified.

"We were all teleported here by force, so how could we be the masters of the Tower of Babel?"

Someone couldn't help but argue loudly.

"Who knows if you were forced? What if one of you is pretending?"

Someone in the crowd immediately objected.

"We were just thrown out suddenly, there's no need to pretend."

Some people argued, but while they were arguing, they also began to look at the people around them with suspicion.

"Haha, we can tell whether it is a disguise or not by checking the sea of ​​consciousness. This is related to the Tower of Babel and we cannot be careless."

Someone in the crowd made a sinister sound. No one knew the origin of the Tower of Babel, but it was very likely to be as valuable as the four ancient artifacts, or even more precious. Not to mention the treasures in the Tower of Babel, they were enough to be coveted by the cultivators of the four races of humans, gods, demons and monsters present. Such a thing could actually recognize its master, how could it be let go!

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes changed. It sounds easy to explore the sea of ​​consciousness, but who would let others explore their sea of ​​consciousness?

This is a desire to kill them, what a vicious mind!

"Isn't it more likely than their man who made it through the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Babel?"

Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme and the war was about to break out, a lazy voice came again.

Yongye shook the luminous cup in his hand with a wicked smile, as if he was just saying it casually.