female fairy Yan Qingqiu

Chapter 73 Breaking Barriers ([-])

"You said Mo Chen descended from the lamp? Why doesn't it sound real?"

Yan Tong was sitting and chatting with Emperor Qingling at the banquet in Wenzheng Mansion, and Chu Hua and Heng Wenxingjun who were at the banquet also had the same reaction as him.

"It's absolutely true! This is an order from His Majesty Xidi himself."

Chu Hua put down the jade in his hands, and frowned: "His Majesty Xidi is not a temper that can be difficult for others, there should be something else hidden in it."

Dong Ling nodded, took a sip of his wine, and sighed, "Oh, I was punished for me..."

As he spoke, he told everyone about the cause and effect...

After hearing this, the three great gods had different reactions.

Chu Hua shook his head, and said, "Fairy Qiurong is no more than a seventh-class fairy, and she dares to accept the purple lantern by herself, she is really overestimated."

Hearing Chu Hua's words, Yan Tong was about to refute, but he didn't expect Hengwen Xingjun to speak before him.

Seeing Hengwen Xingjun's reaction, Yan Tong noticed that the two seemed to have known each other for a long time, and said: "I never thought that our Hengwen Xingjun would have such a high opinion of a seventh-class fairy!
Could it be that the two of you have some unknown experiences? "

Hengwen Xingjun smiled and said: "Yuzhang is just telling the truth." After taking a sip of tea, he said: "Speaking of which, Yan Tong, you invited me and Chu Hua just to make a cover."

Yan Tong's eyes flickered, he smiled awkwardly, and rubbed his nose: "My wife and Fairy Qiurong are like sisters, Kunlun Palace heard that Qiurong came down from the lamp, and specially invited me to hold a banquet, and specially invited a few of my colleagues ……Ha ha."

After all, he got up and punished himself, so strict with his wife, it made everyone laugh.

"Then Madam Fengruo, please rest assured, with Mo Chen present, it only takes half an hour for Shi Shiran, a Fairy Qiurong with a full beard and tail, to return to heaven."

Everyone thought it was true, and when they toasted and drank together, the last guest came late.

"Oh, the ancient city of Xu is not that simple."

The four of them looked out of the hall, and saw that the visitor had a dignified body and a dignified appearance, with a three-inch long lock on his chin, very elegant and unrestrained.

It was the Emperor Qing'er - Feng Hao.

"You guys are not very kind, and you didn't say to wait for me."

The three gods teased and joked with Feng Hao who was late, but Yan Tong paid attention to his words, and after he was seated, he asked again: "Feng Hao, what do you mean by that sentence?"

Feng Hao picked up the wine cup and showed a meaningful smile: "Everyone also knows that the map of Wanfang Jingkun is measured and marked by the underworld, and the underworld relies on the soul to lock the location, determine the location, and map the town.

But the underworld has not seen the soul of this city for thousands of years, so it is naturally excluded from the map of Kun Yu, so how can Wanfang Mirror accurately transmit the city that has been marked out. "

As he spoke, he looked at Emperor Qingling at the next table, and toasted him: "Dong Ling, did you see clearly at that time?"

Seeing Dong Ling's frown, everyone already had an answer.

"Why are you so clear about the underworld?"

"Thousands of years ago, when you went down to earth, I was in charge of part of your power. Forgot?

At that time, it was still the name of the place I marked out with my own hands. "

Dong Ling suddenly realized that thousands of years ago, he went down to earth with a group of immortals to save the people of Li who were devastated by the war at that time.

However, there was no information about the ancient city of Xu in the handover documents between Feng Hao and him, and he has not found any abnormalities.

Seeing that Dong Ling was still struggling, Feng Hao thought it was because he didn't remember, and added: "At that time, you sent a boy to the Palace of Misfortune, and I handed over all the documents I collected to him, don't you remember?"

Hearing what he said, Dong Ling's pupils shrank sharply, and turned to Feng Hao: "Isn't that your boy from the Palace of Disaster?"

Although it is common to miss one or two documents during the handover, they smelled another extraordinary thing from it.

"According to the two of you, there is a third party involved in the impersonation, but the paperwork report was also sent to the Forgiveness Palace. Could it be someone from Yaoyuan?"

Emperor Lingzhen Yaoyuan belongs to the same lineage as Emperor Qingling and Emperor Qing'e, and the three of them are closely related. Originally, he was also the object of today's banquet. He came with Dongling, but he was summoned by the Northern Emperor on the way and was unable to attend the banquet.

Hearing Yan Tong's explanation, the two felt that it was reasonable, and decided to go back to the palace after the banquet to check whether there were any omissions.

The banquet continues...

Xu Ancient City

"Illusion?"

"Yes, the people of the demon race should set up formations in the city or sit in command with magic weapons.

Taking the ancient city of Xu as a circle, anyone who steps into the city and the magic happens will stay in the illusion, repeating the actions of that day forever, regardless of life or death. "

A Ling stood up in shock: "So the caravan is actually dead!"

Mr. Shu Guangxing nodded: "But don't worry, you have not been affected when you enter the city now, which means that the spell has a condition to activate, as long as you find it and destroy it, all the truth will be revealed."

A Ling nodded her head in a daze, she couldn't believe it, if it was all an illusion, wouldn't the people in the city...

Time is running out, Yan Qingqiu and the three decided to split their paths to find the magic weapon of the formation to improve efficiency.

A Ling's eyes were lowered, and she was walking in the deserted street in front of him in frustration.

"If the illusion is broken, everyone will die, and I will be left alone...

The truth...the truth..." Ah Ling kept murmuring, and at that moment, she was even more afraid of facing the scene of bones lying on the ground five years later.

I even thought in my heart that if the illusion is not broken, everyone will still be so simple and kind. As long as I stay in the illusion forever and become one of them, there will be no parting and no sadness.

Thinking this way in the woman's heart, she unconsciously arrived in front of the clock tower in the city, looking at the huge bronze bell hanging in the air, memories flooded her heart instantly.

Should we stay here and be immersed in a false illusion forever, or should we smash the virtual image and return to normal together.

"Xiangpo, Uncle Feng, Ah Yu...everyone, what should I do?"

Vaguely, she seemed to hear the ancient clock ringing again.Soon, Yan Qingqiu Shuguang Xingjun, who had searched the whole city, came to gather in front of the clock tower.

"Only the bell tower remains."

Yan Qingqiu helped up the kneeling woman on the ground: "It will be over soon."

"Sister, can you leave me in the illusion?"

"What?" Yan Qingqiu doubted his ears, and didn't quite believe what came out of her mouth.

Ah Ling repeated one sentence, Yan Qingqiu looked at the woman in the house with a complicated expression, it was really difficult for a single child of this age to bear this, and she surpassed her psychological defense.

I understand that she is afraid to face it, I understand that she has nothing to lose, and I especially cherish the warmth brought by the afterimage of the illusion.

But how can people be immersed in it, Yan Qingqiu comforted each sentence, but Ah Ling, who was immersed in emotions, didn't listen, no matter what she said, she didn't respond.

Seeing everything behind him, Xingjun Xingguang came over, with his thick arms resting heavily on Ah Ling's shoulders.

"Listen, your tears are worth nothing, and something so weak can neither avenge the dead nor serve as a blade to protect yourself.

The survivors captured by the demons urgently need to be rescued, but you can't stop crying, and even want to fall into a hallucination. Do you think this is what they want to see?

After you die, what face should you have to face them?Their upbringing is in exchange for your weakness, how distressed and disappointed it should be.

So cheer up now!Someone is still waiting for you. "

After a long silence, Yan Qingqiu felt a little unbelievable about Shuguang Xingjun's behavior, he actually said so many words.

The woman slowly raised her scarlet eyes, a glimmer of light appeared in her absent-minded eyes again, and her rough right hand pointed firmly at the bell tower in front of her.

"That clock, break it."

Without any hesitation, Yan Qingqiu stood up, made a seal with his hands on his chest, a gust of cold wind blew, and an ice lotus appeared in front of him.

Draw a circle with the fingers of the right hand, the lotus rotates accordingly, the blue light rises, and the ice condenses from the petals, bursting out.

"Boom!"

(End of this chapter)