When the beautiful boy came to the feminist world

"The so-called holy king is nothing but a hypocrite with a false name!"

"When you are angry, don't be rude!" Among the six, the old man with the richest qualifications stopped him after feeling the anger of the sky: "If it wasn't for the holy king, I would have been beaten into the ninth grade by the Asura killing god. You will never enter reincarnation in Purgatory! But look at you, not only did you not..."

"But it is precisely because of this that we can only bow down to this dark world. With nothing to do, we can only watch the group of counterfeit people outside stand up to the prestige of our Time Clan. And we can only enter the world for ten years Once! Only one person can enter and exit once! What is the difference between such an ending and falling into the Nine Nether Purgatory!?"

Shi Nu's tone exploded even more: "The Holy Monarch didn't show up early, and he didn't show up later, after His Royal Highness was brutally tortured by Shura, and at the moment when my Shizhi clan was about to be wiped out, he appeared and fought with Shura for several months. A month later, the two disappeared at the same time, leaving behind Her Royal Highness the princess who was tortured by the torture of the soul alone, and us who were seriously injured and dying!"

"Elder, don't you think all this is too coincidental!?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out, except for the old man, the other four people all looked unwilling and angry.

In the past, they were all superpowers of the Megatron side, and they were the warriors of the strongest race in the universe, but now...Her Royal Highness was cruelly tortured by the torture of the soul, and they were clearly anxious, but they could only bow down With this dark and independent world, nothing can be done... How can they be satisfied with such an ending?

"..." The old man didn't speak, and his eyes gradually became cloudy. After a long time, he let out an old sigh: "Forget it, after fifteen days, it will be ten years. The only remaining treasure of my family of time will go to the extreme north of the universe within ten days, and replace our family of time, please ask that great power..."

"You mean..." Not only Shi Nu, but the eyes of all the remaining Warlords of Time brightened up at this moment.

"Hey... that's right, it's him." The old man let out a long sigh, and the memory in his mind flashed back to a hundred years ago, the figure bathed in a dark mist and controlling nothingness: "Although the concepts he controls are not as good as those in life, strength, but there is only a thin line of difference... If he intends to help, at least he can track down the whereabouts of Shengjun, but that powerful person has an extremely weird personality. If you see him, you must restrain your impulsive temper. Do not offend him!"

"..." Shi Nu's huge body trembled slightly because of excitement, he bent his body tremblingly, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and respectfully replied: "Yes!"

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(ps: Brother Bicheng~~~~~~ (crazy hint))

Chapter 411

It has been half a month since the holy dance was launched by the Qisheng Empire, but half a month ago, the supreme holy power and the almost substantive murderous aura that enveloped the entire Qisheng Continent still left an eternal life in the hearts of the people of the Qisheng Continent. Indelible fear.

Praying for saints, praying for battle, praying for blades, praying for demons, holy dance...

For a long time, the female emperors of these five empires have been the pinnacle of praying in the mainland. The people had to think about a question in panic——

The limit reached by human beings is the eighth level of cultivation, and after that, the master of elements is the ninth level of demigod realm, so... what about the level above the ninth level?

In the history of the Qisheng Continent, there was a ninth-level elemental master... that is already recognized as the strongest. If one day... unknown forces above the ninth level invade the Qisheng Continent, what is waiting for them...?

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Praying to the Atrium of the Continent—Praying to the Holy Kingdom, the Central Hall—

boom! !boom! !boom! ! !

In the past, the Central Church was the most sacred place in the entire Holy Theocracy. Every day, nuns with the best qualifications would come here to sing carols. Coupled with classic and exquisite castles, it was so peaceful and harmonious——

But... the peaceful scene in the past stopped half a month ago...

Outside the central church, ten praying priests knelt outside the door of the hall, their bright eyes staring at the closed door motionlessly with pain and concern.

The nun's chants were gone, replaced by bursts of non-stop thumping and the woman's faint cry of pain——

Half a month ago, after Luo Qingjun Xie Qisheng Jinyi returned from Shengwu, he kept himself locked in the central church, making heart-pounding pounding sounds continuously.

But these priests knelt motionless outside the church, not eating or drinking for half a month.

They understood the pain in Luo Qingjun's heart, but they didn't know how to comfort him.

As for the interior of the Holy Church at this moment, except for the tall holy image that is still intact, everything in sight... is almost all ruins.Whether it is the sacrificial altar made of the most precious jade in the world, or the jade steps dedicated to worshiping high-ranking officials...

The madness and restlessness of the perpetrators are clearly reflected in the dilapidated buildings——

In the center of the almost ruins, there is a woman panting continuously sitting on her knees.

A luxurious golden robe is already worn out, like dusty jade, a pair of fat-like jade hands are continuously flowing glaring blood, and the golden hair is messy, she just kneels like a rotten tree, the golden With the confusion of madness and pause, Meimou stared motionlessly at the only intact icon in front of her.

No one would believe that the woman in front of her eyes... is actually the most honorable holy king in the mainland.

Luo Qingjun is very confused now...for the first time in her life...her faith and love for herself have been shaken.

Half a month ago, after Tianyou fell into a coma, she didn't attack Feng Wu... Instead, she quietly left with millions of prayer golden clothes like a loser.

That's right... From Luo Qingjun's point of view, in the confrontation with Shengwu, she lost... and she lost very thoroughly.

What is the reason why the Prayer Empire is so powerful?

It is the almost extreme belief in the Holy Monarch.

Every praying people must have the consciousness of giving their lives for the holy king when they become the golden clothes of praying for the holy king. This is the case for the golden clothes. .

It is precisely because of such an extreme form that the terrifying concentration of the Prayer Empire has been created, and the Prayer Empire has become stronger than imagined——

...Half a month ago, under Yinhua's murderous aura covering the whole world, he clearly had the awareness to give everything for the Holy King...but among the millions of gold clothes, no one dared to take half a step forward...not even the courage to speak Then dissipated.Even if she is the Holy King of Prayer... that's the case.

From the moment when Su Qinglianyou and Yinhua faced each other...Luo Qingjun knew that she lost...lost very thoroughly.

The dark wind blew past, and in the shattered central church, besides the limp and confused Mr. Luo Qing, there was another figure.

Her figure is very petite, and she is dressed in a gray robe that is the opposite of Luo Qingjun's. Unlike her lovely face like white jade, she has an incomparably cold aura all over her body.

She is Hui'er who has been secretly guarding the Holy Empire.

Looking at Luo Qingjun's extremely embarrassed appearance, Hui'er's lifeless eyes fluctuated:

"Your Majesty, you don't have to blame yourself like this."

"Don't blame yourself so much?"

Luo Qingjun's tired golden eyes moved slowly, and looked at Hui'er in front of him without moving. Those golden eyes contained unwillingness, self-blame, and a trace of unrequited love, even if it was Hui'er who had long since died. Couldn't help shaking slightly.

Hui'er looked away slightly, she was different from other praying priests, she survived the longest, and was the only person in the praying empire who knew the true origin of Lord Luo Qing.

"Your Majesty, you are different from the Holy Dance Empress. The reason why the Holy Dance Empress has the courage to confront her is because of her ignorance, not because she has a deeper affection for the Holy King than you do. Your Majesty, you came to the Holy Empire and these things I know what I did in the past year. Even if the Holy King is not around, you still regard him as the only one in your heart..."

"Whether it is Empress Shengwu or the kings of other countries, the beginning of feelings for Shengjun...is all due to the holy face of Shengjun, and you...It is derived from the redemption of Shengjun to you at the beginning. At this point Come on, you've already won..."

Luo Qingjun's face didn't look relaxed at all, instead it was frighteningly flat: "So what...?"

"Your Majesty, you have witnessed the purgatory-like scene at that time with your own eyes, while the Holy Dancer Empress only felt a little of the coercion. The two are of different nature! If the Holy Dancer Empress also witnessed the scene at that time like Your Majesty, she would definitely not have the courage to share it with her." She insisted!"

boom! !

Luo Qingjun's bloody jade hand hit the ground again, with such force that the entire central hall trembled violently, and the ear-piercing sound of bone cracks sounded, and Luo Qingjun, as if he couldn't feel the pain, turned towards Hui'er, even more He yelled loudly as if questioning himself:

"Do you think I'm a little girl!? Yes, Su Qing Wuxin did not see the scene of purgatory at that time, but have you ever thought about the feelings of the person who created that scene!?"

"It is a hell of death that even unintentional people will fall into madness when they see it! The whole galaxy is bloody and bloody that cannot be melted for a whole year! And you have seen Shura's attitude towards the master back then. Shura is definitely not That bloody person!"

Hui'er: "..."

Luo Qingjun raised his head, looked at the holy statue in front of him and showed a self-deprecating wry smile: "Don't comfort me with your feelings for the master..."

"In this world, who else loves him more than that god of killing galaxies...?"

Chapter 412 She Rou, Sacrifice Hatred with Blood

Fengwu City Flower Dancer.

After witnessing the head of the family, the Great Elder, was thrown into Jiuyou Purgatory by Yinhua, and with the sacrifice of 99 Wuqi, the entire Huawu family no longer presented the prosperous scene of the first family of the Shengwu Empire.

Located in Renchen, the head of the family collaborated with the elders to murder the husband of Shengwu Wang.Hua Jianyi, the death of Hua Wu Fengxin did not arouse Su Qing Lianyou's sympathy. After Tianyou and Yinhua disappeared into the void, Su Qing Lianyou executed all the elders above the sixth level of the Huawu family on the spot. Not seeing the existence of Hua Zhaoxue, it is estimated that the entire Huawu family will become a dead group half a month ago——

Since that time, the only surviving members of the Hua Wu family are no more than a few hundred people... After witnessing the scene of Su Qing Lianyou executing the elder Hua Wu half a month ago, the remaining younger generation of the Hua Wu family, headed by Hua Feihua , living in a corner of Fengwu City that no one cares about.

That loyalty to Su Qing Lianyou, after witnessing that incident, after falling from the clouds to the bottom, quickly turned into resentment and injustice——

Hua Zhaoxue sat quietly on the spot, leaning weakly against the cold wall behind her, her unfocused eyes staring blankly at the front, as if her soul had left her body.

She has held this position for several hours.

In this life, her own father was accused of unjust crimes, and was kicked out of the flower dance house during the war. The parting between life and death...

After the war, for many years, they settled in the frontier of the Holy Dance Empire...

In that small city without prayer power, she can completely rely on her own dance prayer power to oppress the city's people, stand on her own feet, don't talk about being famous, and at least she can live her life without worry.

But Hua Zhaoxue's nature is too gentle and kind. Years of warmth and coldness in the world have not changed her gentle temperament. She did not choose the easiest path but chose to become a solo artist, but she never charged any gold or silver from guests. Therefore, even though she is an oiran, Hua Zhaoxue's life is the poorest one.

A private room, a servant, and a group of adopted children became the whole of her life—although she was poor, she was very happy.

This kind of life, until that night, when the silver light appeared——

After that, all the experiences are without words.With his help, Hua Zhaoxue bid farewell to the poor life in the past, and started traveling with Tianyou.

She has always known how excellent the women around Tianyou are. She was the Empress Shengwu and the Holy King Qisheng before. The brilliance of these two alone may not be comparable to all the other empresses of the two countries combined.What's more, half a month ago, there was a woman who was [-]% similar to Tianyou who would fall into a dream just by seeing him——

She knows even more how ordinary she is among the women around Tianyou...no matter what aspect...

And what she could do before was to concentrate all the tenderness and docility towards the children on him alone, and there was nothing else besides that——

And half a month ago, when Hua Zhaoxue saw that woman who was [-]% similar to Tianyou, exuding a murderous aura, was wary of Tianyou...

Even such a woman is so obedient to him... In comparison, what is her tenderness and meekness...?

Not only that……

Even though he was lamenting and suffering, Tianyou had already been taken away by her half a month ago—he didn't know where——

After two days of not eating, Hua Zhaoxue didn't feel any sense of hunger. When the sun withdrew its last ray of sunlight and completely set, Hua Zhaoxue's blue hair flicked, and slowly raised her sad head.

{East, south, west, three directions, a total of 15 people, have been watching you. }

Dry lips moved lightly: "For...what?"

Because of Tianyou's existence, coupled with the incidents that happened one after another, Hua Zhaoxue had no time to practice praying power at all, but at any rate, she also had the strength of Wuqi at the fifth level, so she could naturally feel that it was not far away. Sight and breath in the dark.

She also knew that these auras were none other than the remnants of the younger generation of the Huawu family.

{……}

The voice in my head paused for a while, as if hesitating or fearing something: {Half a month ago, although the silver-haired woman was terrifying, what she said was very reasonable. }

Human feelings and human hearts are always the most difficult things to understand in this world.

{Most people are egoists, especially for these young and inexperienced juniors. They have no national interests in their hearts, and no responsibilities between monarchs and ministers. They may have worshiped the Empress before, but this Admiration and adoration are products based on a wealthy life. }

{Once you fall from the clouds to the mortal world, under such a contrast, what's so strange about turning into a demon? }

{People always deceive themselves, especially for downcast people. They need to find a reason. In desperation, they can only transfer the reason to Tianyou and the people around Tianyou.The Holy Dancer Empress and the others can't compete, so who do you think their target will fall on? }

Hua Zhaoxue: "..."

boom! ! !

In this unoccupied corner of Fengwu City, there was a sudden violent shock, and dozens of mysterious lights containing elemental prayer power directly attacked Hua Zhaoxue as if they came from a cracked abyss.

Hua Zhaoxue's face melted, although she noticed that someone was watching, but the dozens of mysterious lights were too sudden, she didn't even have time to raise her hands before she was hit by the mysterious light.

boom! !

The surrounding houses all collapsed, and in the collapsed buildings, Hua Zhaoxue's face was as white as paper, a scarlet line of blood spewed out from her lips, like catkins in a strong wind, flying away far away.

At this moment, five female figures flashed in the night sky behind Hua Zhaoxue, but in an instant, they pressed Hua Zhaoxue's slender limbs to the ground desperately. When she recovered, Hua Zhaoxue was forced to kiss her lips Touch the ground, bow down to the dust—

"Okay, did you get it?"

Unable to move her limbs, Hua Zhaoxue could only feel the blood rushing upwards, Ruhua's delicate face turned paler, at this moment, she heard a panicked voice, Hua Zhaoxue raised her head with difficulty, and slowly looked towards the source of the voice .

"Flowers...not...flowers..."

Hua Zhaoxue looked at the man in colorful clothes in front of her, her pretty face was pale, her only ten fingers that could be moved barely opened and closed, her tightly biting red lips stopped talking, and she didn't even utter a painful grunt.

"You still have the face to call me by my name!?"

Seeing Hua Zhaoxue being restrained, Hua Feihua's handsome face instantly became crazy: "When my mother learned of your father's betrayal, not only did she not take heavy responsibility, but she let your father and daughter live! A man who came from nowhere slapped my flower dancer in the face of the holy dance competition!"

"It's all right now, my mother is dead, the elder Huawu is dead, the reason why my Huawu family has become what it is now is because of that man! It's all because of the holy dance competition two years ago!"

Hua Feihua, once the number one son of Fengwu City, was also one of the only three male cultivators in Fengwu City, but at this moment, in the face of the death of his mother and the collapse of his family, there seemed to be a bird in his heart and soul. The devil was struggling and raging, roaring and roaring, devouring all his sanity.

Finally, looking at the immobile Hua Zhaoxue, two ghostly shadows appeared in his eyes...

"He's gone... We have to settle the accounts between us..."

Chapter 413 She Rou, Sacrifice Hatred with Blood

It doesn't matter the era, it doesn't matter which galaxy.

As long as there are people in the world, there must be the word world.