The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Nangong Chen, who had made up his mind, felt that he was ready to get to know Bai Qinghua again. However, when he saw the soul-nourishing tree in the center of the space that had regained its vitality, he couldn't help but feel complicated.

So there really was a soul-nourishing tree in the secret realm of Qingyun Kingdom, but the soul-nourishing tree fell into Bai Qinghua's hands, and because of the existence of space, he had no way of investigating it. Also, the secret realm was suddenly closed. Now thinking about it, it was also related to Bai Qinghua.

Therefore, Bai Qinghua was on guard against him from the beginning to the end and never believed him. This realization made Nangong Chen feel mixed emotions, annoyance, anger, resentment and resentment, but in the end it all turned into a sigh. He was even somewhat glad that he didn't know the truth at the time, otherwise he didn't know whether he would have done something robbery or not. He guessed... he would!

Therefore, when he saw the Divine Demon Harp wrapped in the Pure Lotus Divine Flame and the Nine Nether Demon Fire, there was no longer any wave in his heart. If he could become the host of the Xuan-Yuan Sword, then there was nothing surprising about Bai Qinghua becoming the host of the Divine Demon Harp. The only thing that surprised him was that in ancient times, the Divine Demon Harp belonged to the gods, but now it actually recognized the human race as its master.

Xuanyuan Sword, on the other hand, seemed extremely excited, like an old friend who had been reunited after a long separation. He kept circling around the Shenmoqin until a long sword with murderous aura jumped out from somewhere in the corner and blocked Xuanyuan Sword's way. As soon as the sword and the sword met, they burst into a battle of will...

"If you two dare to fight in my space, no matter who your masters are, I will kick you out and never let you come in again."

Tata appeared out of nowhere, looking at the two ancient artifacts with displeasure on his face, feeling annoyed to death. These two guys didn't want to fight at all, they were clearly preparing to tear down his house, and the one they were tearing down was his new home. This was totally intolerable!

The two ancient artifacts surrendered spinelessly under Tata's threatening gaze, and reluctantly suppressed their fighting spirit, but they were still unwilling to confront each other, as if whoever left first would lose.

"Tsk! Two childish ghosts!"

Tata rolled his eyes, turned around and left. As long as these two guys didn't cause trouble in the space, he didn't care about them!

Forty-nine days is just a flash of lightning for a cultivator, but for the Divine Demon Harp that has been broken for nearly ten thousand years, it is no less than a rebirth.

On this day, everyone in the ancient jade space gathered near the Divine Demon Harp, wanting to witness this moment. As the owner of the Divine Demon Harp, Bai Qinghua had arrived near the Divine Demon Harp seven days in advance and sat cross-legged. His spiritual consciousness was connected to the Divine Demon Harp, and he paid attention to its every move.

When the forty-nine-day period was up, the Pure Lotus Divine Flame and the Nine Nether Demonic Fire returned to their bodies at the same time, leaving behind the Divine Demon Harp wrapped in a cloud of mist. Along with a burst of pleasant and clanging harp sounds, a surge of spiritual energy surged in the ancient jade space, and all the spiritual plants in the space moved without wind, and then began to grow madly, increasing their spirituality by at least a hundred years in just a few breaths.

Then the pleasant sound of the piano changed. Bai Qinghua, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes and waved her hand. She and the Divine Demon Harp appeared in the void outside the ancient jade space. As the music of the Divine Demon Harp changed, the gravel and stars that were originally floating in the void turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the same few breaths of time, the surrounding gravel all turned into powder. Although the larger stars maintained their shape, their vitality declined, and they became gray and mottled.

This bizarre scene frightened everyone who followed Bai Qing in drawing the ancient jade space. This was the power of the ancient artifact, this was the God and Demon Harp. One thought could make one a god, and another a demon. Good and evil, right and wrong were all in one thought. How terrifying!

The sound of the harp stopped, and the body of the divine and demonic harp wrapped in mist finally revealed itself. A smooth, simple and restrained seven-stringed harp appeared in front of everyone. It fell in front of Bai Qinghua without Bai Qinghua making any movement, and arched in front of Bai Qinghua, showing its intimacy. Everyone seemed to see the shadow of a woman in red gently hugging Bai Qinghua in her arms, giggling.

Be it the Divine Demon Harp, the Blood Demon Sword, or even the Xuan-Yuan Sword, they were all damaged in the ancient war and consumed too much energy in the passage of time. Although they have been repaired now, it will take a long time for the spirit of the weapon to take shape, so even if it was just an illusion, the Divine Demon Harp only lasted for a moment before dissipating.

The main body of the Divine Demon Harp rubbed against Bai Qinghua's body a few more times affectionately before reluctantly returning to Bai Qinghua's sea of ​​consciousness. Of course, before leaving, she did not forget to roll her eyes at Yu Wushuang. She had not forgotten how this former ancient jade spirit looked down on her when she first met her master. Although he has now transformed into a divine flame and helped her repair the body of the harp, the Divine Demon Harp will never forget what she should remember!

"Congratulations Master for repairing the artifact!"

The four little ones immediately surrounded Bai Qinghua and congratulated him in unison.

They were all very happy that the Divine Demon Harp could be repaired, as this would mean that the master's strength would be taken to a new level. With the Divine Demon Harp in hand, with the master's current late Mahayana cultivation level, he would not be afraid of facing those in the Supreme Realm. They were connected to the master's life, so naturally, the better Bai Qinghua's painting was, the better they would be.

After the four little ones retreated, Yongye and Yu Wushuang came up to congratulate them separately. After forty-nine days of continuous Super Sky Divine Flame and Demonic Fire, Yongye couldn't see anything, but Yu Wushuang looked a little tired. So after a few simple words, Bai Qinghua asked Yu Wushuang to go to the valley in the space where the Divine Fire Crystals were stored. There, Yu Wushuang could recover as soon as possible.

“Painting is tiring, too.”

Seeing Yu Wushuang leaving, Nangong Chen wanted to go forward and talk to Bai Qinghua, but before he opened his mouth, Yong Ye leaned weakly on Bai Qinghua.

Seeing the dignified Demon Lord, a powerful warrior who was half a step away from the realm of Emperor, shamelessly leaning on Bai Qinghua's shoulder pretending to be weak, Nangong Chen's eyes twitched fiercely. His injuries had recovered long ago, but in order to stay in the ancient jade space, he had been pretending that his injuries had not healed. However, for forty-nine days, this guy in front of him didn't let him get close to Bai Qinghua at all, and Yu Wushuang didn't like him either. He had not been happy these days. Today, the Divine Demon Harp had reached Nirvana, and he finally saw someone, but this guy didn't even want to give him the chance to say congratulations!

"Qingqing..."

Nangong Chen gritted his teeth and wanted to open his mouth.

"I feel dizzy. I wonder if it's because I've consumed too much spiritual energy."

As soon as Nangong Chen opened his mouth, his voice was drowned out by Yongye's.