Let the system try to save the world

Yao Niang giggled, her sleeves fluttering, and when Qin Xu opened her eyes again, the floor tiles under her feet had turned into fertile black soil.

"The Goddess Yaoguang cast a spell to save millions of lives when the sky collapsed. Do you think a short-sighted little dragon like you can make such a boast?" Yao Niang's eyes were filled with anger.

"She gave me intelligence, and she is my biological parent. As a son of a human being, how can I allow you to slander her at will?"

"You are so arrogant that you treat the gods of heaven and earth as if they are nothing." Yao Niang twisted her hands, and the peach petals beside her turned into a long sword that shone with mysterious light. Looking closely, it was somewhat similar to Lu Yujun. "In my painting, I am a god."

"Step forward and let me see if your arrogance matches your strength."

Qin Xu suddenly felt the spiritual energy around him disappear. Everything in the scroll began to reject him, even the air between his mouth and nose betrayed him.

Almost within a few minutes, Qin Xu felt suffocated.

There is naturally a huge gap between Yao Niang and the so-called gods.

But there is one thing she said that is correct, she is the real master of this world.

She can make water flow backwards, freeze fire, and burn ice and snow.

If ordinary monsters rashly invade, they will naturally become the ordinary monsters that Qin Xu had killed before, and be sucked into the scroll by Yao Niang and become puppets.

Fortunately, the dragon race has always been blessed with natural advantages.

Qin Xu closed her eyes, and he revealed his true form in an instant. Strong winds were howling beside the white dragon, and half of the spring-like painting turned into a winter scene. The dragon's body danced in the ice and snow, like a god in the ice and snow.

This place was very close to that thing, and Qin Xu was able to get rid of some of the suppression of the way of heaven. The white dragon roared, and raging flames spewed out of its mouth, dyeing the sky red.

The dragon's tail swung like an iron whip, lashing towards Yao Niang fiercely.

Yao Niang was very agile, dodging the white dragon's attack like flowing water. As she waved the long sword in her hand, the sword light was like lightning, cutting through the sky and slashing towards the dragon's body.

The white dragon roared angrily and grabbed Yao Niang with its claws. A violent storm swept up the peach blossoms on the tree.

Yao Niang's figure flashed and turned into a phantom, easily avoiding the dragon's claw.

She leaped into the air, and her sword streaked across the night sky like a meteor, stabbing towards the white dragon's head.

The white dragon twisted its body violently to avoid Yao Niang's attack, and its tail lashed at Yao Niang again.

Yao Niang's eyes were determined, and she turned her body to evade the attack of the dragon's tail. She swung her sword again, and the sword light was like a rainbow, slashing at the white dragon's abdomen.

The white dragon's eyes were wide open, and blazing flames spewed out of its mouth, enveloping Yao Niang, while countless ice swords condensed beside Qin Xu.

These ice swords were not afraid of the heat of the dragon's breath. The sword beams gathered together, rolling like a second ice dragon, cutting through the cold wind and surrounding Yao Niang.

The white dragon breathing flames and the ice dragon merged perfectly together and turned into a ray of white light. The white light was like a crescent moon, slashing straight forward with an unstoppable momentum.

Although the fairy in the painting is a demon that has cultivated into a human, its true form is still a painting, and it is most afraid of fire and water.

Like the sound of a broken string, the world in the painting was split into two.

The sky was spinning and the earth was spinning. The silken threads of the zither were "spitted out" by the painting. An ancient painting hanging in the archives of the Psychic Bureau broke with a sound, and half of the yellowed rice paper fell to the ground.

The woman in the scroll has disappeared, leaving behind a wonderful picture of snow falling from the sky and fire burning on the ground, with only an old peach tree standing in a corner of the picture.

Qin Xu turned into a human form again. He did not retract the two horns on his head and the tail behind him. He raised his hand and pointed to the old peach tree.

Recipe, Shining.

"Yao" (yao) is the same as "yao", and peach trees are trees that are prone to becoming spirits. It is not surprising to see a peach tree in this painting.

One flower, one world; one tree, one bodhi.

Qin Xu concentrated her attention on this painting that had lost its owner. What flowed on every petal and leaf of the old peach tree were not sepals and veins, but a large number of tiny words.

The real secrets of the Psychic Bureau are hidden here.

The dragon clan's huge spiritual sense swept across the petals and leaves, and finally found the one that Qin Xu wanted.

Qin Xu pulled it out of the painting, and the lifelike peach leaf automatically stretched out after being separated from the scroll, becoming a thin piece of red paper.

It’s not quite accurate to say it’s red paper, it’s an “invitation card”.

"Hello! I will hold my wedding on the morning of November 11, x year in the Gregorian calendar. I welcome you and your family to join me. I will prepare some drinks for you and look forward to your presence. I wish you a peaceful life!

Groom Lu He & Mo Jinglan cordially invite"

After reading the words above, Qin Xu chuckled, folded the invitation and put it in her arms.

It was the original scanned copy that Xitong saw at Xihe Base.

There is nothing wrong with the wording and pattern of the invitation. Its special feature can only be seen when you hold it in your hand.

The ink used to write this invitation is the same as the ink used to paint the fairy in the painting.

This is exactly the purpose of Qin Xu's trip. Lu He and Mo Jinglan are not actually husband and wife, so this invitation is naturally not a wedding invitation.

This is an invitation to participate in a siege.

The target of the encirclement and suppression is Zhu Jiuyin, the former guardian of the earth veins who lost his mind sixteen years ago.

Since the Goddess Yaoguang and others had thought of creating another world of dust and smoke to encircle and suppress the extraterritorial demons, Lu He, who borrowed the pen of Lord Lu Yu to write this invitation, would naturally think of creating another space to encircle and suppress Zhulong.

The winter that disappeared for no reason sixteen years ago is in this thin invitation.

"Take out what's in your arms."

"Shen Anzhi." Qin Xu pronounced the name meaningfully. He had found himself being tricked by those human cubs these days. "My Lord Demon, have you really gone astray?"

Shen Anzhi's eyes are deep and bright, his facial features are clear, and on his jade-white forehead, a bright red orchid makes him exude a unique temperament.

"Oh my god, kid, you've learned bad things." Qin Xu couldn't help but complain, "In our area, it's been popular for demon cultivators to put tattoos on their foreheads for hundreds of years."

"This is a birthmark." Shen Anzhi corrected, lightly touching the orchid between her eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, birthmark." Qin Xu didn't argue with him, "Little brother Demon Lord, what lies have you prepared to make me happy this time?"

"No lies." Shen Anzhi's face was grim. He took the starting position of the basic body refining technique. "I am very angry today."

"I'm here to beat you up."

"Today is different from last time." Qin Xu's expression turned a little colder. "Last time I just wanted to find the newborn Xiaolong in Ningcheng, and I didn't intend to hurt anyone's life."

"If you stand in my way today, you will die, okay?" Qin Xu pointed at the half-broken painting on the ground with her ice sword and said, "The spirit in this painting was just killed by my sword. It will probably take a few hundred years of cultivation before it can condense into a human form again."

"She was born more years ago than you are three times your age, and you have eaten less rice than she has eaten more salt."

"Human cub, there's still time to make way."

"Eating too much salt will only cause swelling in your lower limbs." Shen Anzhi said coldly, "There is no point in saying more. If I want to beat you up, I will beat you up. Do I have to choose an auspicious day?"