Guide to the Empress becoming a God

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

The two scarlet lights are like demonic eyes, getting closer and closer, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Even though he ran back with all his strength, the two scarlet lights were like tarsal maggots, tightly entwined on the soul, no matter how much he begged, he couldn't be begged off by struggling.

Could it be that the cultivation of the God Transformation Realm cannot be entrusted to the entanglement of fate?

A sad and desperate question came from the bottom of my heart, and before I could shout out the question in my heart, two scarlet and coquettish lights had completely covered it.

Spiritual consciousness, physical body...everything was swallowed up in an instant, leaving only bloody red in front of my eyes.

The last feeling is the suffocation of death.

"what!"

Yan Yan suddenly sat up, breathing heavily.

Her gaze rested on the opposite wall.

In the evening, like a beauty who has put off her make-up, she casts a graceful figure on the pink and white wall, especially unwilling to stare at the bustling streets and alleys, as if looking forward to her return.

The orange light was reflected by the wall and shone into Yanyan's eyes, gradually erasing the aftertaste of fear inside, and the light inside finally calmed down again.

"despair!"

A pawn falls into the game.

Yanyan felt that her heart also fell into her chest with this crisp voice.

She turned her head and looked gratefully at Mr. Yumei.

Mr. Yumei didn't know when he came in. He obviously used his magical powers to help her meditate on the chess piece just now.

Yanyan got up and got out of bed, walked to the coffee table and sat cross-legged, before boiling water, she took a few mouthfuls of cold tea first.

"It's been a long time since I had a nightmare."

The cold tea rushed all the way into the stomach with a hint of coolness, suppressing the dryness and annoyance caused by the emotions in the dream a lot, Yanyan sighed comfortably.

Mr. Yumei asked curiously: "Or is it that dream you always had?"

Mr. Yumei already knew everything about Yanyan, including her origin and her nightmare.

Yan Yan thought for a while, then frowned: "I don't know if the time interval is too long. Now in my dream, William no longer has a clear face, only the pair of red eyes."

"But I think the pair of red eyes seem to be more intense. I don't know if it's because of the dream or something else."

But Yanyan can be sure that she has not forgotten William's appearance.

How could I forget!
"Maybe you've been too nervous recently." Mr. Yumei explained.

The white steam in the beam-lifting pot bounced against the lid and made a cheerful sound. Yanyan made tea and shared a cup with each of them.

Mr. Yumei held up the lamp, respected Yanyan first, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you actually hurt the emperor's golden body, it's really amazing."

Yanyan laughed loudly: "Sir, don't make fun of me. That's called an injury? There's a hole on the little finger the size of a needle's nose, it's not embarrassing enough to say it."

But Mr. Yumei didn't smile: "That's Dongfang Qingdi, even if the skin is scratched a little, it's a great event."

"I remember when I was traveling with my master when I was a child, I encountered a very deep cliff. I could go all the way down, and I could see the fiery red magma from the gap at the bottom of the cliff."

"No one goes to such a hot place. There are only a few big monks with spiritual roots of the fire element who meditate there all the year round. Do you know how the cliff that penetrates into the center of the earth came from?"

Yan Yan shook her head.

Mr. Yumei: "A long time ago, the Canghua Emperor's body had not yet fully grown, and he had to shed his scales every few years. from."

Yan Yan was surprised: "So evil? It's a rumor."

Mr. Yumei shook his head: "There are clear scratches on both sides of the cliff, as neat as a knife cut, and the emperor himself admitted it."

"Xi God is recorded in the book of Genesis: the firmness of the heaven and the earth is the Tao, and the softness of the heaven and the earth is the Tao. The combination of hardness and softness is the universe. The nine lines use the dragon as a metaphor, and the combination of the nine dragons is the elephant of the universe. "

Mr. Yumei finished talking about the handwriting left by God Xi in "Genesis", looked at Yan Yan and said with a smile: "God Xi has already made it very clear that the one who unites the nine dragons is the emperor, and the emperor is almost as good as Tao. .”

Canghua symbolizes the Tao from the most rigid to the soft. His body is so strong that no one can be invincible in the world of mountains and seas.

Back then, the Shi'e clan used all their strength to build the dragon-slaying platform to deal with Canghua, but what was cut off was only Canghua's spiritual consciousness, and his physical body could not be broken at all.

Yan Yan fell silent.

She was suddenly very proud of herself.

Canghua can fight, mainly because he is too strong.

So if others do it, others can't touch him.

When it was his turn to act, the others died.

That's right, that's probably how Canghua Neng Da came about.

Yan Yan looked down at her arm.

Several cuts have not healed.

Although soaked in Lie Shanding for many days, the two wounds were too deep, and the bones were broken into slag.

Her losses are in the Sumeru Realm, even the broken cells can be retrieved for her.In the end, after being refined and spelled by Lie Shanding, put it on her body and put it back on.

So these two wounds will take extra effort to heal.

"After this period of time, the emperor personally tempered your body, and your strength should have reached the peak strength of the realm of transforming gods. You should be confident now, right?"

Mr. Yumei looked at Yanyan with a smile and asked.

Yanyan let out a sigh of relief, looked at Mr. Yumei and laughed: "It's really too much, it's not that I don't have confidence, it's that I'm not sure."

Mr. Yumei nodded: "It is indeed a lot, but you also have a lot of bacon."

Yan Yan gritted her teeth, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Sir, you can see it!"

Mr. Yumei: "Your two chiefs are very capable, and they can fully understand your intentions. They directly gave it to the people in the whole city, so that the possibility of some bacon being taken out of the city by distributors was eliminated."

"This shows that they have figured out your intentions and distributed the bacon to the people living in the city as much as possible. In this way, they indirectly left all the bacon in the city. They are two extremely smart little guys."

When mentioning the leaders of the caravan, Yan Yan felt joyful in her heart and nodded: "The leaders of mine each have their own personalities, but they are equally capable."

While the two were talking, the red lanterns of restaurants and teahouses on the street became brighter and brighter.

The brighter the lantern, the darker the light.

In the room, Yanyan and Mr. Yumei didn't know when they stopped talking.

Yan Yan looked at the noisy street outside the window, the street lamps reflected her face.

Mr. Yumei's eyes were fixed on the chess board, and he read a white piece on his fingertips, but it didn't land.

"Zhongkun has gone?"

Yan Yan asked in a low voice, her eyes still fixed on a certain place in Ye Xia Dacheng.

"went."

Mr. Yumei replied calmly.

Yan Yan lowered her gaze, and gently covered the two wounds on her forearm with her palm.

There is a strong green wood power circulating in it, which is the wound Cang Hua left on her body.

It was hurt, but also Canghua's encouragement to her.

Facing the dark night world outside the window, Yan Yan slowly stood up...