Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 2401 [The middle of the finale] The Lord of the Palace of Longevity on the other side of the galaxy. 5
"Because Shaoyi has never had you in his heart."

Zhuohua looked at Qiyue approaching like that, his thin lips parted lightly, and pronounced her next fate: "Shangshen Qiyue, disrespecting the teacher, murdering the goddess, the punishment of heaven, fire torture!"

"No, don't, no!" Qiyue's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and horror, her intuition told her that she was finished.

Undoubtedly, the man in front of him would not be sympathetic to her.

Zhuo Hua would really kill her!

Qiyue's gaze finally turned into pleading and trembling, she was terrified, unable to have the nobility and arrogance of the past, so she wailed spinelessly like that.

However, Zhuohua just leaned over, with a smile on his lips, and said cruelly: "Qiyue, if you want to kill a god, you should pay the price!"

After finishing speaking, under the horrified expression of the majestic God Qiyue, Zhuohua just moved his wrist lightly, and a ray of flame shot out of nowhere, directly sprinkled on her flowery and jade-like face.

Then, it began to spread at the speed of thunder, burning her into the raging fire without reservation.

Encirclement, erosion, will definitely bring Qiyue to death!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Qiyue, who killed herself, wailed in agony, causing the jaws of those who dared not to speak out to drop from their jaws.

However, most of the people still let out a sigh of relief, after all, Qiyue's death is extremely gratifying!

The Qiyue Shangshen, who used to call the wind and rain in the Protoss, howled in the fire like this, and turned into nothingness bit by bit.

In just 1 minute, everything is over!

The flame gradually extinguished, and then disappeared with Zhuohua waving his hand, and there was nothing left of Qiyue Shangshen who was in the raging fire a moment ago.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Zhuo Hua glanced at the gods who were still panicking, and said in a cold voice: "The way of heaven is clear, good and evil will be rewarded."

"Qiyue is evil, she should have died silently."

"Remember, those who insult the gods will perish!"

Every word and sentence is both a prophecy and a warning.

Fo Ling's blue hair, which was almost as long as her height, spread out in the wind, with the simple blue color, showing a sense of extreme yin and beauty.

She is in the sky and on the ground, and she is so gorgeous in the world.

Buddha Ling stood quietly at the entrance of the Hall of Longevity—it was a black door carved with simple patterns, which looked extremely heavy, and a powerful enchantment was poured on the door, with streamers flickering faintly.

The Palace of Eternal Life is hidden in the deepest place on the other side of the Milky Way in the 33rd Heaven.

Covering more than three hundred miles, it is almost isolated from the sky and the sun. The long bridge lies on the waves, and the cloud is full of dragons. There is a sense of majesty, majesty and solemnity everywhere.

There are sun, moon and stars twinkling on it, one after another dotted in the void, as if facing the vast starry sky, sacred and inviolable!
Memories are floating around, it has been tens of thousands of years.

She was originally the daughter of the ancestor god, conceived by the ancestor god Qingtian with the essence and blood as the lead, and lived with the nine heavens and ten earths, and coexisted with the heavens.

Later, the ancestor god returned to chaos, and she upheld the will of the ancestor god and became the only master of the heavens. Her existence was to hold up the heavens and not fall.

Fo Ling raised her eyes, a little dazed, the moment her jade-like fingers touched the door, her figure had disappeared from here.

Tens of thousands of years later, she returned to this place, but she was so sad that she never had the chance to cry again.

Without any hesitation, Fo Ling raised his footsteps again, and glanced thoughtfully. The ice pond was surrounded by fire and ice, and his eyes shone with subtle to imperceptible light.

She sighed deeply, with endless sadness in her expression, and finally she stopped hesitating, and the cold and silent figure pulled away, and stood directly in front of a small door.

(End of this chapter)