Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

All eyes were drawn to the far distance of the sky.

A figure slowly floated in amidst the lingering fairy music.

The light blue plain skirt fluttered in the wind. Although beautiful, it was simple and capable, without any burden.

The woman who came with the wind did not wear any makeup, but her facial features were as delicate as jade carvings.

More importantly, she exuded a breath of coolness.

Although she was not a man, she seemed to reveal a sharp edge and a majesty that people dared not touch easily.

"This, this fairy is...!"

Suddenly, Meng Yangqiu opened his eyes in astonishment, unable to believe what he saw.

The one coming from the sky was Shen Congshuang, one of the twelve holy envoys under the seat of the Qingyue Queen!

The reputation of the Xingluo Palace's Saint Envoy Congshuang has long been spread far and wide.

A strong man in the Pihai Realm, he swept across the world's demon gates with a Su Lou sword.

Drawing a sword will splash blood, but no one has ever seen the sword body of the Su Lou sword with their own eyes.

Because no one who could make Shen Congshuang draw the sword could survive.

Why did she come to the Netherworld Sect!

Meng Yangqiu was horrified.

The situation was beyond his understanding. At this moment, Meng Yangqiu did not dare to say a word.

Because the situation was no longer under control.

The strength of the Frost Saint Envoy was so terrifying that it was unimaginable. If she was really angry, I am afraid that even if the Netherworld Sect used all its strength, there would be no possibility of resistance.

But Qi Haomiao, who was already in a rage, did not take Shen Congshuang's appearance seriously.

The black mist filled his whole body.

In a blink of an eye, Qi Haomiao's figure expanded rapidly, and his body as solid as iron and stone even tore the clothes on the surface.

Two spiral sharp angles hung above his head, and his appearance was similar to the monster that Qi Mang had just transformed into.

But the difference was that the pressure emanating from Qi Haomiao was far more huge and terrifying.

He was already strong enough in the Xuanyuan Realm, and under the blessing of this strange beast, his strength had skyrocketed several times!

A strange hissing sound was heard, and in the black fog, Qi Haomiao's ferocious face rushed towards Nie Chen.

The power contained in it was unstoppable!

This was why Meng Yangqiu was afraid.

With Qi Haomiao's strong body in beast form, no one could withstand his attack.

The foul-smelling black fog quickly spread, and the strange and huge figure burst out with unparalleled speed, getting closer and closer to the ground.

"Hmph, stubborn."

Shen Congshuang's eyes were cold, and he gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

Draw the sword, put it away.

In just a blink of an eye, no one could even see the sword body clearly, and could only barely feel a hint of cold light flashing in the sky.

The next moment, Qi Haomiao's huge and strong figure came to an abrupt stop.

A huge wound went from his right shoulder to his abdomen, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

He seemed to want to resist, and after a large amount of blood spurted out of his mouth again, Qi Haomiao's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His skin and flesh were withered and in a miserable state.

Without any strength to struggle, Qi Haomiao's dry and wrinkled body fell from the sky and slammed to the ground.

In the pool of blood, there was no movement.

This sword not only cut off his flesh, but also destroyed his soul!

Killed with one sword!

There was silence in the Netherworld Sect.

Even if they had never heard of the name of Lushan Old Demon, the terrifying sense of oppression that Qi Haomiao exuded when he turned into a monster just now was enough to let everyone know how strong he was.

And facing such a monster with bones and muscles like tempered iron and stone, it was just a sword with a light touch, and they couldn't even see the action of drawing the sword clearly.

How strong is this Frost Saint Envoy?

What's more terrifying is that Frost Saint Envoy is only one of the twelve Saint Envoys.

And what a terrifying existence the Empress Qingyue, whom they submit to, would be!

In the past, these disciples did not realize these problems.

But now, after seeing the strength of the Holy Envoy with their own eyes, they only felt a chill on their backs and felt a little scared for their past actions.

They couldn't figure out how Nie Chen, who personally delivered the letter of challenge to Empress Qingyue, came back.

Killing Qi Haomiao with one sword seemed to be a trivial matter for Shen Congshuang.

Slowly falling to Nie Chen's side, the coldness and arrogance in her eyes had not yet dissipated, and her voice was cold and unruly:

"I am here to take you away on the orders of Empress Qingyue, come with me."

Nie Chen was stunned, he didn't expect things to happen so suddenly.

Didn't you agree with Qingyue to wait for another date? Why can't you wait to take yourself to Tianyun Palace today?

Besides, as a disciple of the Demon Sect, it should be difficult to get rid of the public opinion there.

But soon, he thought of cause and effect.

Just when Ke Ruoling showed her shy expression, the love stone happened to be connected.

So... it was the dignified empress who was jealous!

It was a big deal for his wife to be jealous. It seemed that he had to leave.

Nie Chen said immediately: "Let's go now without delay."

Shen Congshuang nodded approvingly, as if she was satisfied with Nie Chen's decisive answer.

She turned around and swept her cold eyes over the people of the Netherworld Sect, saying:

"Although Nie Chen was born in the Demon Sect, his nature is still there.

The Qingyue Empress has a keen eye for people and appreciates his ability and qualifications. She hereby recruited Nie Chen into the Tianyun Palace.

From now on, Nie Chen will have the honor of being a subordinate of the empress.

If you, the Netherworld Sect, are willing to surrender and reform.

If they pass the inspection, they may have a chance to be under the control of Xingluo Palace. "

This sentence was said in a condescending manner.

The implication was that even if the Nether Sect surrendered, they would not be qualified to be accepted by Empress Qingyue, and could only be treated as minions and enjoy the protection of Xingluo Palace.

Moreover, it seemed as if it was a great gift to them.

This made many disciples indignant.

The head of the sect had said more than once that the Nether Sect was a huge demon sect with a long history and its ancestors had once been glorious.

It was also the only one among the major demon sects that dared to issue a declaration of war to Empress Qingyue.

As a noble and arrogant person like the head of the sect, , how could the incomparable demon who despised all righteous cultivators surrender?

No matter how powerful the Queen Qingyue was, a great man like the head of the sect would rather die standing than kneeling!

Knowing that if he refused, he would face great risks.

All the expectant eyes were focused on Meng Yangqiu.

But in these eyes, Meng Yangqiu suddenly lost his former arrogant temperament.

He smiled flatteringly and said:

"Please accept our surrender, Lord Saint Envoy.

And..."

Meng Yangqiu smiled happily and patted Nie Chen: "Nie Chen, you have made great contributions. The position of deputy sect leader will be handed over to you in the future."