Qingyao mobilized all the strength in her body, the hand of God struck out, the Eye of Time activated, and she stepped out to the end of the world.
The three great magical powers resisted the three great holy arts.
After one blow, the world seemed to have turned gray, and the sky boat was lifted hundreds of thousands of miles away by this terrifying force.
Xiaoyi, Chu Liuli, and Liu Yongfei tried their best to inject power into the Tianzhou and activated the Tianzhou defense array, and then they could barely resist the aftermath.
Even so, the three of them were shocked to the point of vomiting blood.
When the fluctuation subsided, everyone looked towards the battlefield.
Qingyao's white clothes were stained with blood, her breath was low, and she was half-kneeling in the void.
She was seriously injured and unable to fight anymore.
Liu Xuan raised his hand and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He was actually injured by a saint!
His eyes were so cold that they could freeze people, and he stepped closer to Qingyao, his tone cold.
"You are indeed against the will of heaven, but unfortunately the gap between the two great realms is insurmountable after all, and everything should be over."
He raised his hand and slapped Qingyao with his palm.
At this moment, a figure in white fell in front of Qingyao, stretching out his arms to protect her behind him.
Looking at the woman in white, Liu Xuan's expression changed and he quickly stopped.
He breathed heavily and looked at Liu Yongfei in disbelief.
Liu Yongfei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that she had made the right bet.
Liu Yongfei revealed a restraint between his eyebrows, and said in a threatening tone:
"Let them go and I will go with you, otherwise I will trigger the restriction and my soul will be destroyed. Your plan to use me to sacrifice and resurrect the ancestors will fall short."
After listening to Liu Yongfei's words, the Holy King's face became uncertain.
They had sacrificed millions of branch disciples before, but in the end, they only revived a ray of the true god's breath.
If you want to truly resurrect the True God, you must have a bloodline that returns to your ancestors, the bloodline that is closest to the True God.
For the first time in the Liu family's hundreds of thousands of years, there was a disciple whose bloodline returned to his ancestors.
Her appearance made the True God's aura become restless, allowing them to see the only chance to completely revive their ancestors.
If she dies, it is still unclear whether a second one will be born in the future.
Liu Xuan's tone was cold, and his deep voice was like a devil from hell.
"Are you threatening this Holy King?"
Liu Yongfei chuckled and turned to look at Qingyao.
She turned her back to the Holy King and was not worried about his sneak attack.
That restriction could be activated with just one thought from her. She knew that as a Holy King, it was impossible not to know this.
She helped Qingyao up and said sadly:
"I don't have time to say goodbye to him. Qingyao, when he wakes up, don't tell him the truth. The Liu family is very powerful in Tianhuang Continent and he can't defeat it."
Watching Qingyao open her mouth, wanting to say something.
Liu Yongfei stretched out his fingers and blocked her lips.
"It's worth exchanging one of me for millions of people in Da Chu. Moreover, Senior Brother Zhou has been waiting for you to protect him for thirteen years."
Qingyao looked at the swaying Tianzhou a hundred thousand miles away and fell into silence.
When choosing between Zhou Qiankun and Liu Yongfei, she could only choose Zhou Qiankun after all.
Liu Yongfei smiled and said with some regret: "It's just that I will never have the chance to see the end of the spiritual wilderness. I believe you can go to the spiritual wilderness. When the time comes, see the end of the world for me."
Qingyao bit her lip, closed her eyes, and nodded.
"I will, I will see for you the end of the Spiritual Wilderness Realm, and the vastness of the Three Thousand Realms."
Liu Yongfei was stunned.
Three thousand realms?
She hadn't heard of it.
But she knew that it must be a more beautiful place.
Then, he turned around and looked at the Holy King with a calm tone.
"Qing Yao can also activate the divine weapon weapons. If you want to die with her, I won't stop you, but you can't bring me back. I bet the ancestor will sacrifice all your third main veins to the ancestors. You Do you dare to bet?"
Liu Yongfei's words made Liu Xuan and the three great saints turn pale.
They knew the ancestor's temper all too well.
If they fail, the entire third main line will lose value to that ancestor.
Things that are worthless will end up like those branches, becoming sacrifices for the resurrection of the true god.
Liu Xuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he looked at Qing Yao with hesitation in his eyes.
After a long time, Liu Xuan made a decision.
"Okay, this Holy King agrees to your request."
Between the future destruction of the Liu clan and the preservation of the third main line now, he chose now.
If Qingyao really rises in the future and brings the entire Liu clan with him, it will be much better than his third main line going alone.
The three great sages looked at the artifact and the heavenly boat with regret, then turned around and stepped onto the divine boat.
Liu Yongfei smiled in relief and flew towards the Void Divine Boat.
The kite that flew forever finally broke its wings at this moment.
At the speed of the Void Divine Boat, it would take at most twenty years to return to the Liu Clan.
On the Holy Spirit Continent, it would take three years for Zhou Qiankun to wake up and ten years to recover from his injuries.
It takes hundreds of years to travel quickly.
No one could save this kite with broken wings, and she eventually fell into the distance of her fate.
The moment Liu Yongfei set foot on the Shenzhou, his heart completely fell silent and his longing for the distant place was cut off.
This was the fate of the Liu family branch, and her ancestors did not escape it thousands of years ago.
Thousands of years later, she also embarked on the same path of no return.
He waved gently to everyone in the Holy Spirit Continent and showed a sad smile.
"Goodbye, never again."
The Void Divine Boat flew up and sank into the void, taking away a person and a dream.
The monks in the Holy Spirit Continent looked at the empty sky with dull and sad hearts.
They felt so powerless again, once again being saved by someone sacrificing themselves.
Qingyao vomited blood and fell into the void.
Huo Xi flew over and caught her.
Looking at her gray eyes, my heart hurt.
This is the first time it has seen Sister Qingyao so helpless and desperate.
"I am Qingtian, and I was born to fight to save the common people, but now why can't I defend anyone?"
She muttered to herself, her tone sad.
"When the gods come, I can only watch them fight hard and fall one by one. I can't do anything. In the end, I can only watch my lover die and fall asleep."
"And now, I still can't protect her, and I need her to sacrifice herself to protect me."
Qingyao laughed miserably, thinking of the last instructions from those powerful immortals in Yaochi.
"Is this me really worthy of Yaochi entrusting the fate of the entire spiritual wilderness to me?"
She was silent. She didn't know, could she really complete that mission?
Huo Xi just listened, it had no way of knowing what Qing Yao was carrying.
She said nothing and just suffered alone.
The only thing it could do was to use its back to tell her that Huo Xi was always by her side, supporting her.
Between heaven and earth, someone sighed leisurely.
Pastor Chen looked up at the sky. Under his black robe, there was endless melancholy.
"This is the price of growth. It is very heavy, but it is also the most precious. Qingyao, this is a calamity of the heart. I can't help you. Whether you can get out of it or not, you can only rely on yourself."
Pastor Chen's figure disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
