It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

He mobilized his divine power and broke the immobilization spell after three breaths.

However, when he saw the situation again, he was stunned.

Duan Muyang and the Supreme God Tiansheng both withered away and passed away on the spot.

Only Lan Qingya was left looking at him coldly, as if she was looking at a dead person.

His attention was not on Lan Qingya. He muttered to himself with a pale face, "Brother gave you the divine power?"

"He gave you his power?"

"Can the Father God's divine power be given to anyone at will?"

"He would rather give it to you than give it to me."

"He would rather die than give it to me. Hahahaha..."

Zhaohua suddenly realized that he and his brother were completely different people.

"Don't use your narrow-minded and selfish thoughts to speculate about my master."

Lan Qingya received so much supplementation in a short period of time and was in peak condition.

She didn't waste any more words and directly took out the Shangxie Sword to fight with Zhao Hua.

The Supreme God Tiansheng has the divine power of the gods in heaven, and Lan Qingya has the divine power of Chiyou and Nuwa. With the blessing of the Samadhi True Fire and the Hongmeng Holy Fire, they are not at a disadvantage for a while.

Although it was just a fight between two people, it was fought with an overwhelming momentum.

The clouds and mist above the Ninth Heaven were thrown into chaos, and the sound of war drums stirred up by magic spells rumbled in the air.

Two nimble figures flew up and down in the clouds, and the sky was filled with the brilliance of magic and the shock of divine power from the fight.

Neither side gained any advantage, and the injuries they suffered were mostly minor.

Lan Qingya seized the opportunity and tapped her ankle lightly, and the Nine Nether Soul-Calming Bell that Qi Yanchen had given her rang out with a clear and pleasant sound.

Zhao Hua was shaken by the sound, and Lan Qingya found an opportunity and knocked him down from the air with great force.

The Wuji Tianlei Nail chased after him closely, breaking through his defensive shield and piercing his chest.

Emperor Zhaohua changed direction urgently to avoid being killed.

Then a look of hatred appeared on his face, and he cast a series of spells, surrounding Lan Qingya.

A bright light flashed, and a fox tail appeared on Lan Qingya's body, which helped her to remove most of the attacks and then disappeared.

When they landed, they were both in a mess.

He glared at the other person fiercely, and then used the last of his divine power to attack him.

Until both sides were exhausted, still gasping for breath and staring at each other fiercely.

Zhao Hua suddenly laughed out loud: "You can't kill me."

Lan Qingya had already discovered that the surging energy under the Ninth Heaven was slowly coming towards them.

She couldn't help shaking her head, and she was shaking with laughter.

"You can't kill me. How could Jun, who is such a perfect person, have such a super-strong brother like you?"

Zhaohua:?

Lan Qingya didn't care whether he understood or not, and forced herself to stand up: "You can't kill me, but I can kill you."

When Zhao Hua heard this, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

Lan Qingya was not annoyed: "Remember what you said, all living things are ants?"

"Hehe... The high and mighty Emperor Zhaohua would never have thought that it was the insignificant power of an ant that killed you in the end."

Zhao Hua frowned, not understanding what he meant.

Before Lan Qingya finished her words, the surging energy had already approached and poured directly into her body.

It was the power of merit accumulated by Empress Yuncang who made a golden statue for her and burned incense and prayed for her during her reign.

With the strong support of the empress, Lan Qingya became famous both inside and outside Yuncang, and her followers were spread all over the continent.

Although the power of these merits was not enough to bring her back to her peak condition, it was more than enough to kill Emperor Zhaohua.

Zhao Hua's face changed drastically.

However, before he could make a decision to go all in or die together, Lan Qingya had already transformed the power of merit into divine power and poured it over his head.

Emperor Zhaohua's Dharma body gradually dissipated under the impact of the dazzling and sharp divine light.

Only 50% of the Father God's divine power remained.

Lan Qingya absorbed 50% of the divine power and did not move for a long time.

As soon as Zhao Hua died, the dark clouds gathered by the violent energy dissipated instantly.

It seemed as if she was the only one left in the world.

There was blood everywhere, corpses everywhere, the earth was shaking, and all lives were lost.

The sky of the Ninth Heaven was like a torrential flood, collapsing and disintegrating unstoppably.

Lan Qingya stood there for a long time, recalling the hardships she had gone through in the past, recalling their expressions of greed, anger, infatuation and love, and then looked at the world with nostalgia.

Finally, a look of relief appeared on her face.

The Father God created her with his own hands, and in this life, she was also favored by the Father God.

She is not his daughter, but she is his daughter.

Everything he created, all the people in the six realms, were protected by her.

He made a hand print and divine power poured out like a vast ocean. The moment it left the body, it turned into mottled spots of light, floating up to the sky, out of the sky, and to every corner of the six realms.

As the light spots dissipated, the broken six realms were repaired, as if returning to their previous intact state.

Divine Art: Backlight Tracing Technique.

Under Lan Qingya's correction, except for Zhao Hua, Fuzhi, Wu Jie and other villains who disappeared forever between heaven and earth, the six realms are returning to their previous state.

When her divine power was used up, her body turned into energy to continue supporting the operation of the divine arts.

The six realms were restored to their original state, and her body gradually dissipated.

Ji Wushang and Hua Xiangrong sat up from the crystal coffin with confused looks on their faces.

In the square of Zhaohua Temple, Duan Muyang, Gong Yijue, Qi Yanchen, Tu Shanwei, Song Yanche, Ying Zhao, Fu Feng, Bai Churan, Xu Xianyuan, Nuba, Lin Tingxiu, Tang Zhenting, and Tang Jiao all came back to life.

The Three Pure Ones, the Six Imperial Lords, the Five Great Emperors, and the gods of the stars have each returned to their positions.

Every flower and tree seemed to have never experienced the devastating war that had just taken place.

Everyone stood up and searched around, but the person they were looking for was nowhere to be found.

At the last moment, she released all the contracts, and no one was harmed by her death.

What the Holy God saw when he regained consciousness was Lan Qingya's eyes which finally turned into points of light.

He has ninety-and-a-half percent of the Father God’s divine power in his body.

In the air, the golden light that could repair everything had not yet completely dissipated.

Some of them fell on everyone, as if Lan Qingya was saying goodbye to them.

"God, where is the little girl?" Ying Zhao asked with some panic.

Although everyone had guesses in their minds, no one wanted to admit this fact.

"Alan used all his skills and body to perform the Light Reversal Technique, saving the six realms and us as well."

All the gods present fell silent.

After a long time, some people sighed and some shed tears.

Tang Jiao threw herself into her father's arms and cried.

"God, will we never see her again?" Duan Muyang looked towards Tiansheng with a pale face.

The latter picked up the jade bracelet, storage ring and other items she had left behind: "Not necessarily. If I can have a part of her body, perhaps I can refine her body again and call her back."

Gong Yijue's amber eyes flickered, and he immediately took out a strand of black hair she had given him from his arms: "Master, is this okay?"

A thousand years later.

Within the territory of Wuyun Sacred Mountain, the vegetation is lush, the mountains are clear and the water is beautiful, the children of the Colorful Crane Tribe are playing, the students are eager to study, and the whole place is joyful and prosperous.

The old man from the colorful crane tribe was sitting under a tree telling stories to the children, and his voice was full of vicissitudes of life.

"Grandpa Lin, is what you said true? Is the Goddess Miaoqing really in our sacred mountain?" a little girl asked with some curiosity.

"Yes."

"I want to become very powerful in the future and become the ruler of the six realms." A little boy said firmly.

Grandpa Lin smiled: "Being the leader of the six realms is not something that can be done just by being powerful."

Little boy: "What else?"

"You must have a compassionate heart, care about all living things, sacrifice your small self for the greater good, and have the merit of saving the six realms."

Several children looked confused. They didn't quite understand what was said, but they felt it was powerful.

Grandpa Lin stroked his beard and said, "So, the Supreme God Miaoqing is the common ruler of the six realms and the ruler of heaven recognized by the Supreme God Tiansheng. He will come back sooner or later."

A little girl whispered, "I wish she would come back now."

Before she finished her words, a golden light suddenly appeared around them.

The light was so tiny and faint that no one noticed it.

"Okay, that's all for today's story. Let's go play!"

The children surrounding him listened with fascination and grumbled in dissatisfaction when they heard the words.

They dispersed laughingly only after the old man promised to continue the story tomorrow.

On the main peak of Wuyun Divine Mountain, one tenth of the Father God’s divine power supported the soul-summoning formation.

In the crystal coffin within the formation, a stunningly beautiful woman with a serene, calm and cold face was lying inside.

The Holy God of Heaven spent ten years helping her rebuild her Dharma body, and 50% of his divine power nourished her body.

But the soul never came back.

For these thousand years, Xu Xianyuan has always stayed here and never left.

To this day, he is pestered by the younger generations of the clan to pick up the kites that they accidentally drop.

"Brother Xianyuan, over there!"

Xu Xianyuan climbed up the Bodhi tree on the top of the mountain, took down the kite and threw it to the little boy.

The little boy received the kite, thanked the little girl, and continued to play with her.

Xu Xianyuan discovered several golden spots of light in the gaps between the bushes.

A thousand years ago.

He had thought from the beginning that she had returned from every clue, but now he has remained calm.

He didn't care and jumped down the Bodhi tree to attend the full moon banquet of Lin Feng's sixteenth child.

After Xu Xianyuan left, the golden light spots gathered more and more, forming a spectacular light band, which poured into Lan Qingya's Dharma body.

The moment the soul and body merged, the soul-summoning formation dissipated with a loud bang, and one tenth of the divine power that maintained the formation instantly poured into the body.

There was a flash of light, and the woman who had been sleeping for a thousand years suddenly opened her eyes.