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The Eastern Wasteland and the Southern Territory are the Holy Land of Shaking Light.
The Holy Land of Shaking Light is located in a pure land, with endless palace buildings on steep mountains, surrounded by mist and clouds.
At this moment, the sky has darkened, but you can still see the fairy energy lingering among the mountains. The Holy Land of Shaking Light is just like the name of the stars. The starry sky above the sky under the night is extremely clear, and the essence of the stars is falling.
There are stars and moonlight flowing on many mountain peaks. It is the monks who practice the Avenue of Stars who are practicing with the help of stars. The breeze is gentle and surging, and occasionally a bright rainbow light passes through the sky.
This is just a scene in the outer realm, just the tip of the iceberg in the Holy Land of Shaking Light. It has green peaks and green valleys, gurgling clear springs, and lush vegetation. Many plants and trees seem to be psychic, with little bits of luster shining on their leaves.
And as the moonlight flows, in the inner domain, there are prosperous vegetation and many elixirs. A faint scent of medicinal fragrance rushes towards you. Among them, there are even elixirs that are tens of thousands of years old, swaying the leaves on the branches. , very green and full of vitality, this is a paradise on earth.
"Chichichi!"
Dozens of divine rainbows rushed in first to clear the way.
The nine-headed dragon-like ancient beast then galloped over and stopped under a towering mountain peak.
The sapphire and silver chariot was glittering and translucent, with thousands of auspicious colors and shimmering clouds. It was very extraordinary, and there were even shadows of four images flying in the chariot. A majestic divine light covered this divine peak and blocked the sky. This restriction could block the detection of divine thoughts.
The young man in green clothes driving the car was handsome, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slender figure, but bursts of dragon energy surged in his body, turning into a golden ring around his body. He was very extraordinary, like a god.
The young man in green with a respectful expression took possession of the person in the chariot and waited for him to land. Then he stood quietly at the foot of the mountain, waiting for his master's return.
A thin figure walked to the mountain gate. It was a middle-aged man with long hair shawl. He had a very sharp appearance, a protruding forehead, a short beard, and was very gorgeously dressed. He was embroidered with gold silk. A robe made of brocade and gold silk, with a bloody dragon clinging to it.
The man in golden clothes directly took out a piece of white stone, with a faint aura of chaos attached to it. The two bronze doors seemed to sense something and opened automatically.
The man stepped into the bronze door, then crossed the formation passage and walked into a bronze palace.
This is a very simple palace, made entirely of bronze. Palace lanterns are placed on both sides of the palace, but there is no fire or any sound. The palace is dark and quiet!
The man in golden clothes walked very calmly in the middle of the palace, and then took out the white stone mixed with chaotic energy again. This white stone exuded bursts of shimmer, was not exquisite, and looked like an ordinary stone.
After an unknown amount of time, an indifferent voice came from the depths of the Bronze Palace, alarming the space.
"What's the matter with you? Didn't you tell me not to disturb me?"
The man in gold robe looked cautious, kowtowed to the ground and said softly:
"Greetings to my ancestor, what my ancestor asked me to investigate last time has now become clear!"
"Say it."
"The Perfect Saint Weapon of the Green Dragon King of the Northern Territory is indeed the Chaos Holy Sword mentioned by our ancestors. It has the aura of the Chaos Stone in it, and it is indeed the Perfect Saint Weapon!
"There's another thing. His Royal Highness the Holy Son will be leaving seclusion in the next few days. I don't know who to choose as a protector..."
The Bronze Palace fell into a dead silence. After an unknown period of time, the indifferent voice seemed to gain some popularity and said with emotion:
"It seems that that lineage has completely died. I originally thought that the disappearance of the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar was their fault. Now it seems that I still think highly of them. They are just a group of household dogs.
"Let's inquire again and see which ancient royal family did it? The emperor's soldiers must have been involved in this matter, otherwise even if the ancestor king was born, he would not be able to get rid of Tu Tian so unknowingly.
"As for the guardian, let Li Daoqing arrange it by himself. From now on, you can decide on this matter yourself, and there is no need to report it to me."
"Yes! I'm resigning!"
The gold-robed monk knelt down and saluted very respectfully, then walked backward step by step and left the bronze palace, returning to his previous pampered state.
Flying into the distance on the dragon jade chariot, as the carriage left, the place instantly returned to clarity, and the stars reappeared in the sky, which could be seen from a distance.
In the silence, for an unknown amount of time, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly appeared in the deepest darkness of the Bronze Palace, very sinister.
"Who is the sky-swallowing magic jar...?"
The voice echoed in the cold palace, and those blood-red eyes fell into deep contemplation and did not close for a long time.
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In the magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, a piece of gauze was slightly blown by the breeze from the outside. A beautiful woman leaned on the railing and stared at the brilliant clouds in the sky.
"Ruyu, my uncle knows that this is too unfair to you, but His Highness Lingyu is the son of the ancient emperor. The power of his bloodline is unimaginable. He also possesses the ancient emperor's weapons and has a saint-level ancient ancestor king under his command.
"If we can make good friends with him, there will be an opportunity for our Qinglian lineage to revive!"
King Qinglian was dressed in black robes and said with a gentle expression. At this time, his face was rosy and his breath was peaceful. There was no trace of the original dryness.
"What kind of elixir His Highness Lingyu came up with, it actually made my uncle's injury better!"
Yan Ruyu turned her head slightly, moved her beautiful eyes slightly, and said without sadness or joy.
King Qinglian walked to Yan Ruyu, put his hands behind his back, and looked deeply at the red sun that was about to set. This sight of the sun setting over the western mountains made him think a lot.
"His Royal Highness Lingyu took out a bottle of the ancient forbidden sacred spring, and used the ancient emperor's soldiers to temporarily seal my body."
His tone was very calm, and then he looked at the blood-red clouds, seeming to recall the misfortune of the past, and his voice began to fluctuate.
"We have suffered so much humiliation over the years, and the face of our ancestors has been lost to us. As descendants of the Demon Emperor, have those Demon Kings ever truly respected us?
"The White Elephant King and the Tianshi King all despise our Qinglian lineage and even want to propose marriage to you. Hmph, who knows what their intentions are. They are just coveting the Qinglian Emperor Sutra. And where are their descendants? Worthy of our princess..."
King Qinglian calmed down, let out a long sigh, and then said to Yan Ruyu a little tiredly: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. These things are not what you should face."
Yan Ruyu smiled softly and suddenly bloomed like a fairy flower. It was so brilliant that the gorgeous clouds in the sky lost their color. It was extremely moving. She said softly:
"Why did my uncle say this? Only my uncle and I are left in the Qinglian lineage. This is what I should face."
"well!"
King Qinglian sighed again, looking at Yan Ruyu's flawless face and the experience of being in exile with him all these years, he felt a little guilty.
"It's a pity that my uncle was incompetent and ended up like this, otherwise he would never agree to such a request. His Highness Lingyu...
"I hope you will consider it carefully! After all, His Highness Lingyu is indeed the best choice. This is his gift to you!"
King Qinglian turned and left, leaving a jade bottle and a jade box on the table.
