"Soldiers of Qingqiu! Thank you for your hard work!"

Zhiyang looked at the people in the audience, her heart was extremely stable, and her eyes burst out with a determined light. She was standing on the school field, welcoming the eyes of all the Qingqiu soldiers.

"I know that you fought for Qingqiu and while defending this land, you also received a lot of unequal treatment. Some came from Jiuchongtian and other tribes from all over the world... Here, I, Zhiyang

I deeply apologize to you all.”

Having said this, Zhiyang bowed deeply to the soldiers standing in the audience.

This bow contains too much, including the apology for the brothers who died tragically in the Nine Heavenly Sword thousands of years ago, the white eyes and ridicule that the group of soldiers in front of them usually receive, and the guilt for the people of Qingqiu...

"The monarch of Qingqiu never judges his superiority based on his status."

This is what the previous Fox Emperor told Zhiyang, and it is also what the Lord of Qingqiu has always followed.

Zhiyang has always kept these words in mind. Facing his soldiers, Zhiyang will never deliberately hide his mistakes and dares to show his true self to everyone.

At this moment, there was silence on the school ground. Zhiyang stood up, her face unchanged.

"Soldiers, every inch of Qingqiu's land carries your blood. We are soldiers and warriors guarding Qingqiu. We must bravely go to the battlefield for our mission and protect our wives, children, and friends.

, you are the most powerful warriors in Qingqiu. In the land of Qingqiu, no one can harm our home."

"Today, I, Zhiyang, hereby guarantee that I will protect the safety of the people of Qingqiu. No one who comes, no matter who they are, can even think of setting foot in Qingqiu!"

Zhiyang's sonorous and powerful words echoed throughout the school grounds. The unbeatable momentum shocked everyone deep in their hearts. It seemed that these soldiers could clearly feel that there was a mysterious power in their bodies.

Ignite and keep rising while burning.

"Long live the queen!"

"Long live the queen!"

After Zhiyang finished speaking, a moment later, the voice instantly spread throughout the school grounds.

In the hearts of the soldiers, Zhiyang has never been Qingqiu's sinner, but their patron saint and the strongest support in Qingqiu. Now that Zhiyang has returned to everyone, his heart is filled with excitement and deep support.

In Qingqiu, except Zhiyang, no one is their beloved queen.

Seeing that the soldiers were in such good condition, Zhiyang felt relieved. General Bai, who had been standing behind, stepped forward and stood beside Zhiyang.

"General Bai, thank you for your hard work for making my Qingqiu soldiers look so good."

"You're welcome, Madam. This is what a general should do."

With a slight smile on her face, Zhiyang looked at the soldiers again, then turned and left.

There is nothing major going on in the camp this time. I just want to take a look at the momentum of the officers and soldiers. In such a severe time, I want to give you a reassurance. No matter what happens, I will always stand in front of the people.

Compared to Qingqiu, the situation in Jiuchongtian seems to be more complicated and confusing.

Tianjun has not gone to court for five days. Outside the Chaoyang Palace, there are crowds of gods, big and small, all coming to Tianjun to find a solution for Zhiyang's matter.

"Xingjun, it's been five days, why hasn't Tianjun seen us?"

The Xingjun raised his eyes slightly, looked at Si Ming in front of him, and became very angry, "You ask me, how do I know!"

After that, no one saw Tianjun again. I was in the Zhaoyang Palace, not knowing what I was doing.

"What should we do? The witch Zhiyang has been back for so long. If something really happens, we can't bear it..."

The group of immortals from Jiuchongtian have been surrounding the Zhaoyang Palace all day long. I wonder if they have had a long leisurely life. They have not thought of any countermeasures. But now they start to look for them when something goes wrong.

Looking for an escape route, thinking of saving one's life.

While all the immortals were talking about it, the door of Chaoyang Palace slowly opened.

A ray of sunlight entered the hall. After a while, someone seemed to be standing in the hall and walked out slowly facing the sunlight.

Everyone looked at the light and shadow, which seemed to be the figure of a female fairy. When they looked carefully, a black and purple dress appeared in front of everyone, and Ying Su stood in front of everyone with a smile.

A female fairy came out of the Chaoyang Palace? This is something no one dares to imagine.

The door of Zhaoyang Palace was not opened five days ago. How did Ying Su in front of her get in?

She and Tianjun stayed in the palace for five whole days. No one knew what the man and the woman did.

Seeing Ying Su appear in Zhaoyang Hall, the immortals gathered outside the hall fell silent for an instant. They all stared at Ying Su quietly, but countless thoughts were rising in their hearts.

"You... are really fooling around!" Seeing Ying Su coming out, Xingjun's face instantly turned ugly. He naively thought that Tianjun was studying ways to deal with Zhiyang in the palace, but he didn't expect...

Xing Jun stood at the front, pointing at Ying Su. His whole heart was filled with fire, and he could not speak for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Ying Su just smiled contemptuously. She looked at Xingjun standing in front of her. At this moment, it was no longer enough, and the ambition in her eyes had already outweighed it.

What is benefit and inferiority? At this moment, Yingsu is the Lord of the Nine Heavens.

"Xingjun, I'm afraid you are getting old and will pass away. Why can't you even speak now?"

Ying Su walked towards Xingjun, holding his hand that was pointing at her with one hand. The next moment, her face suddenly appeared in front of Xingjun, with charming and evil red lips between her eyebrows.

With a hook and a push of his hand, Xingjun fell backwards.

"Xingjun!"

At this moment, the expression on Ying Su's face suddenly disappeared. She raised her head slightly and looked down upon the panicked immortal below. There was no mercy in her eyes. Everything was just a game to her.

"Tianjun is unable to speak due to illness. From today on, I will take over all matters big and small in the Nine Heavens!"

This sentence seemed to be like a stone hitting a clear spring. While stirring up thousands of waves, a huge sound was heard. The originally panicked people fell silent instantly. Before anyone could react, there was doubt in their eyes.

, can’t believe this is true.

"How could Tianjun let you take over the affairs of the Nine Heavens? I don't believe it. I want to see Tianjun in person!"

Following Xingjun's question, more and more immortals joined in the questioning.

More and more people questioned, and their voices became louder and louder. They began to press closer to the Chaoyang Palace, not paying attention to Ying Su at all.

"Who dares to act nonsense!"

The light of the sword flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and Ying Su stood in front of the Zhaoyang Palace holding the sword. Someone's blood was stained on the sword, and it was falling to the ground drop by drop.

"Xingjun!"

When everyone reacted, Xingjun's eyes were stunned, his pupils gradually dilated, and he fell stiffly.

A trace of blood fell on Xing Jun's neck, and he fell to the ground, no longer breathing, but his eyes were wide open, leaving a shocked expression.

Yingsu killed Xingjun!

Ying Su actually killed Xing Jun!

Everyone looked at Ying Su holding the sword in shock. The original resentment and doubts were gradually disappearing, and instead, the fear of surrender melted into everyone's eyes.

"Who else wants to question it?"

Ying Su's voice was low, the ruthlessness and indifference in her eyes instantly swept over everyone, and she curled her lips sarcastically.

"Remember, don't disobey me, this is your fate."

The purple-black skirt was flowing, and with the long sword in her hand, she looked like an immortal. Ying Su showed a sarcastic smile. Although this face was beautiful, at this moment, it was more bloodthirsty and killing.

Zhiyang, who is far away in Qingqiu, is not aware of the great changes in Jiuchongtian.

The moon hangs in the sky, illuminating the silent and deserted Lengfu Mountain.

Zhiyang was lying on the peach blossom tree, still holding the peach blossom stuffed wine from before.

Since returning to Qizhidian at night, she has not seen Luo Yuan, hiding alone on the top of Lengfu Mountain.

"Good wine..."

Under the moonlight, there were several empty wine bottles scattered under the tree. Accompanied by the evening breeze fragrant with peach blossoms, the wine seemed no longer intoxicating.

Zhiyang looked at the moon hanging in the sky, with a touch of pink on her pretty fair face. Quietly, the ten tails quietly emerged behind her, swaying in the evening breeze.

What a picture of beauty under the moon!

Zhiyang closed her eyes slightly, resting her arms on her pillow, smelling the fragrance of peach blossoms floating on the tip of her nose. As the last bottle of wine fell to the ground, her mood gradually calmed down and she gradually fell asleep.

The moon is hanging high, and the moonlight falls on Zhiyang's body. Dressed in Tsing Yi, the whole person is as beautiful as a picture. Her handsome face and elegant temperament make people indulge in it.

A gust of night wind blew by, lifting Zhiyang's long hair. There was a touch of sadness on her delicate and picturesque face at this moment, and there was a hint of pain and struggle hidden between her eyebrows.

A fair and slender hand was gently stroking Zhiyang's hair at this moment, as if wanting to dissipate her sorrow.

Suddenly, the movement of the hand slowly stopped, and then slowly moved to Zhiyang's cheek, and his very movements gently brushed Zhiyang's face, and just when he stopped the next movement, Zhiyang

Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.

At this moment, Zhiyang's eyes were crystal clear, without any distracting thoughts. They seemed like a pool of spring water, pure and clear, but containing endless emotions.

Zhiyang stared at the person in front of her quietly. At this moment, she seemed unable to tell whether this was a dream or reality.

"Luoyuan?" Zhiyang's voice was soft and melodious, making people nostalgic.

"Well, it's me."

Luoyuan's warm voice reached Zhiyang's ears. For a moment, Zhiyang was surrounded by the warmth on his body. The eyes that were originally staring at Luoyuan seemed to be deeply trapped in it and could not move away.

"No...no, how can you come out? Your body is not healed yet..."
Chapter completed!