Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

However, even so, all the people are relieved.

No matter whether there are people from the top of the heaven or not, and the ancestor of Qingluo is in front of us, the crisis of the human world and the underworld can be safely lifted.

The Pluto gazed around the dead city. Unfortunately, there was no breath of cloud clearing.

Did Yunqing really fall?

His eyes were very complex. Looking at the woman standing in the air, his thin lips closed tightly and kept silent.

Qingluo's ancestor's hand slowly clenched the ribbon around her waist. Even if she started all her divine power, she didn't notice a trace of yunqingrang's breath.

It's like he's never been to this world.

Pressed down the doubt at the bottom of my heart, the ancestor of Qingluo stretched out his hands, his eyes like a clear spring rippled layer by layer, his fingers moved slightly, and drank softly, "go..."

Then, a green light came from her fingertips and went towards the human world like a meteor.

After a few breaths, waves came from the human world and the underworld.

The breath of peace of mind filled the two worlds in an instant.

Where the green meteor goes, countless vines spread.

After a moment, the whole sea market was surrounded.

The originally lifeless city is like an endless virgin forest, which is frightening, but full of vitality.

When the ancestor of Qingluo stamped his foot, the four leaf flowers under his feet burst into dazzling light, which was like running water and light colorful clouds. In the blink of an eye, he surrounded the dead city.

The large array that had just vibrated was quiet and silent. Countless white lights flew out of the eyes of the large array and went in the direction of the human world.

The ancestor of Qingluo recited the Dharma formula, and the pleasant voice like silk and bamboo loomed over the two realms. The turbid eyes of those eroded by soulless grass gradually appeared.

Black air rose in the air, and the vines surrounded in the sky were sucked away in an instant.

The sun poured in, and the ancestor of Qingluo was moved. The vines surrounding the whole city turned into clouds and floated over the city.

The air became moist, a gust of wind passed, and the intermittent drizzle began to rain.

The drizzle was like ox hair, but it drove away the last breath of soulless grass.

The human world has finally returned to normal.

In the villa near the sea, Xiao hei and a Bai disappeared with Yunqing.

I was at a loss to leave a good book.

Nangong Li's expression was like sadness and joy, and the narrow Fox's eyes seemed to be filled with a hazy mist.

The body suddenly turned into a streamer and came towards the underworld.

The ancestor of Qingluo looked at the lifting of the crisis in the human world. She stared at the direction of the wall of the dead city and looked at the emperor across the air.

The emperor's eyebrows slowly stretched out and smiled, "xiaoqingluo?"

The ancestor of Qingluo frowned slightly, nodded lightly and asked, "who erased my memory in the wasteland sea?"

The emperor was stunned, stretched out his hand and touched the white yarn on his eyes. He smiled and said, "should I know?"

"What about infernal hell?"

"That's the truth."

"Emperor, the right and wrong have their own judgment. I will give you an explanation in the endless hell, but I owe you a favor today. Do you have any request?"

The emperor looked at the ancestor of Qingluo and looked at her face as if she had no sorrow or joy. An uneasiness surged up from the bottom of her Inexplicable heart.

And this uneasiness is gradually expanding.