Qingge no longer kneaded his brows, and the little white cat felt it, and rubbed his little head against Qingge, purring happily again.

Qingge lowered her eyes and looked at the little white cat. For some reason, she felt a sudden pain in her heart.

She felt sorry for its cleverness and spirituality, as well as the loneliness and sadness in its eyes.

He is clearly a lazy cat, but he often looks out the window and into the distance melancholy, wondering what he has thought of.

Xi Ziyan looked at the little white cat curiously. He had never seen such a smart cat. Such complex eyes seemed to hide unknown sad stories, and he understood everything that humans said.

Yes, and clearly.

...Qingge and Xi Ziyan went to the Nine Realms.

The Nine Realms can be regarded as the ninth heaven, and its planes are above the dome of the heavens of the gods.

If you want to go to the nine realms, you must pass through the gate of nine kalpas.

After experiencing nine tribulations, the mortal body can be reborn, open up spiritual roots, connect to the original source, refine the power, and pass through the heavenly realm! The Nine Realms cannot enter the Qian Clan, and even have no majesty within the Qian Clan. The Qian Clan has always only worshiped Qinglian.

However, there are also the Blood Clan and the Zhongnan You Clan who are watching with eager eyes. This is the situation of heaven and earth.

No one knows that Qingge has come to the Nine Realms.

In the God's Domain, the God Lord sat alone in the deserted hall, with an unpredictable smile on his lips.

"East Emperor, try to become stronger, the stronger the better.

Use your talents to conquer the heavenly realms of the gods, and all of this will belong to me."

The Lord God lowered his head and laughed out loud.

The master of the Sword Sect came forward. The Divine Master noticed the noise and suppressed a smile. His golden mask hid all his expressions.

The Divine Master looked indifferently at the Master of the Sword Sect who walked into the main hall of the Divine Realm. The Master of the Sword Sect stepped on the bright red velvet carpet paving the way, his body as straight as a green pine, and walked slowly towards the Divine Master who was sitting on the dragon chair.

"Master God, the soldiers from the military sect are stationed in the northern suburbs to guard the imprisoned disciples of the three sects. Chu Changge seems to be restless recently..." the master of the sword sect said.

"Warn him."

The Lord God narrowed his eyes slightly: "Even if there is someone behind him, he must not be so arrogant. The matter of deciding the northern suburbs is of great importance. If Chu Changge is really fooling around, if you have no choice, capture him directly and let me handle it personally!"

"Master God... you have to think twice about burying the disciples of the three sects alive. Tens of thousands of innocent people are buried alive. I'm afraid it goes against the laws of nature and humanity and will be criticized by the people of the world."

The Master of the Sword Sect hesitated for a moment, looked at the Divine Master carefully, sighed, and then said.

The Divine Master's eyes were indifferent, as if covered with frost. After hearing the words, he looked at the Sword Sect Master calmly, with endless danger hidden in his eyes.

As the Son of Heaven, even if he is wrong, he will never admit it.

The Master of the Sword Sect was frightened, sweating profusely on his forehead, and cold sweat dripping down his back. Sensing the Divine Lord's anger, he suddenly knelt down, prostrated on the ground, and lowered his head: "I am guilty, and I beg the Divine Lord to punish me."

The Divine Master waved his hand casually: "You are not guilty, go ahead and pass on my order. Five days later, in the northern suburbs of Ding, all the disciples of the three sects will be buried alive. No one will be left alive."

"God Master..." The Master of the Sword Sect was extremely frightened. Finally, risking the God Master's wrath, he raised his head and persuaded: "God Master, this cannot be done..." "What, my words are of no use at all?"

?”

The Lord God said jokingly.

The Master of the Sword Sect prostrated on the ground again: "My lord...this is my Lord's order!"

Five days later, the news that tens of thousands of disciples from three sects in the northern suburbs were buried alive by the military sect spread all over the country in an instant like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Recently, almost everyone in the Realm of the Gods has been discussing this matter and feels it is incredible.

Since ancient times, there have indeed been tyrants who have done some cruel things.

But the Lord of God has always shown himself to be a wise ruler, so wouldn’t such behavior be damaging to his reputation?

Countless people are curious, why does the Lord God do this?

When Duan Yun and others in Ye Shen Palace heard the news, their faces turned pale and they had no strength to stand still.

Are the living lives buried in the loess like this?

It's not that his god-lord is cruel, it's that they are incompetent.

But they did not want to deal with the matter in Ye Shen Palace anymore, for fear of alarming the Eastern Emperor.

With Emperor Dong's temperament, he would definitely go to Dingbeijiao at all costs.

In that case, wouldn't it be a wolf entering the tiger's mouth?

Therefore, Duan Yun, Feng Qingyang and others quietly left Ye Shen Palace. They formed a small army and planned to go to the northern suburbs of Ding to rescue the disciples of the three sects.

Ninth Girl, the daughter of Master Yao, as well as Gillian and Feng Jin were among the team.

As we embarked on the journey to the northern suburbs of Ding, everyone felt extremely heavy.

At night, Miss Ninth ate dry food and cried while looking in the direction of Dingbeijiao, her eyes as scarlet as apricot blossoms.

It's not that far away from the northern suburbs of Ding. Across several mountains, it seems that the cries of innocent disciples can be heard.

God's will was issued, and they were lost lambs waiting to die.

Death is not terrible.

What is terrible is the gloomy days waiting for death.

"The brothers of the three sects are all citizens of the Divine Realm, and the Divine Lord is their heaven. How could they do such a tragic thing?"

Miss Jiu felt like chewing wax, swallowed the dry food she stuffed into her mouth, wiped away her tears, and looked away.

"This matter must be hidden from the kid Ge'er."

Duan Yun said.

The Grand Master said: "That kid once said that you can make people in the Divine Realm befriended without spending a single soldier."

"Her words of comfort were for us."

Duan Yun smiled bitterly: "She understands that we feel sorry for her, so she said this.

Is it possible without spending a single soldier?

Dongzhou is still in its infancy. As the Emperor of the East, Ge'er has to think twice about everything he says and does, and the current Dongzhou cannot withstand great turmoil for the time being.

Since this matter is a matter between the three sects, let us old guys solve it."

"..." When the God Lord issued the order to be buried alive, Qing Ge had already reached the ninth heaven.

Qing Ge went to the Nine Realms privately, so he shouldn't be too ostentatious.

The meeting with Uncle Luo was also done in secret.

After arriving in the Nine Realms, Qingge waited for Xi Ziyan in an old house.

Not long after, Xi Ziyan came quietly, took off his cloak, looked at Qing Ge and shook his head.

"Third uncle wants you to leave the Nine Realms as soon as possible. The Nine Realms are not peaceful. As for the meeting, he will never agree to it."

Xizi said.

Qingge pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time. After a moment, a cunning light flashed in her eyes.

Qingge took out a brocade bag and put it in Xi Ziyan's hand, "Let him see this."

Xi Ziyan took the brocade bag. The brocade bag was as big as a palm and felt a little heavy in his palm.

After thinking for a while, Xi Ziyan took the brocade bag and walked out.

The Nine Realms Luogong Mansion is majestic, ancient and solemn.

"Master Xi, why are you here again? Third uncle has gone to bed and refuses to see guests.

The third uncle just said that he is already very old and no longer wants to interfere with the internal affairs of the party.

Mr. Xi, please come back. You know how stubborn Third Uncle is. It's just a matter of three things. You've come here twice. Third Uncle didn't close the door and let the dogs out, which is the most benevolent and righteous thing to do.

Otherwise, if you anger Third Uncle, you will not be able to protect yourself."

The waiter from Luo Gong's Mansion stood in front of Xi Ziyan and said in a low voice.

Xi Ziyan remained silent, took out the brocade bag and handed it to the waiter.

The waiter was unwilling to accept the brocade bag and shook his head: "Master Xi, who do you think I am? I have followed my third uncle since I was a child and will never betray him. No matter what rare treasures you have in this bag,

I won’t rebel either.”

Xi Ziyan's face turned slightly dark, and he said helplessly: "My sister gave this to Uncle Luo San."

Hearing this, the waiter looked slightly embarrassed, but pushed Xi Ziyan's hand away: "Please go back, I'm not telling you, if you continue to make trouble, Third Uncle will definitely be angry."

"I don't see Third Uncle. Just give this to Third Uncle and let him take a look. If that doesn't work, I will go back home and stop bothering Third Uncle.

However, if this matter is delayed because of you and the third uncle misses the rare treasure that he dreams of, then it will be your fault.

You just need to bring this with you. I know that it is inevitable in the past few nights that you will not go to bed at this time."

Xi Ziyan smiled and said, "If you don't want to, that's okay, but you alone must bear the consequences of this matter."

Hearing this, the waiter's expression changed slightly, he looked at the brocade bag and asked tentatively: "What treasures are there?"

"If you are not afraid of death, then see, this is what Third Uncle wants."
To be continued...