time!"

Qin Li said weakly:

“We lack the most time.”

"People need to be sent to keep an eye on the undead outside the territory."

"And it is necessary to gather the talents of Qianyuan to innovate the "Xijing"."

Everyone took action.

Xia Yufei advised: "My husband, please take a rest."

"No need!" Qin Li raised his spirits, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "I have to go to the Gods and Demon Village."

Everyone frowned.

I couldn't help feeling distressed.

But I can't help, and it's very uncomfortable.

Qin Li understood their thoughts, so he smiled and suggested:

"Everyone, I have something to ask, that is, to protect the seven holy lights, and must not be extinguished until the antidote is born."

The old demon Dugu said in surprise: "What will happen if it is extinguished?"

Qin Li solemnly warned:

"If it is extinguished, the plague will break out."

"And I will be greatly backfired and resented by sentient beings."

"In the darkness, I give hope in the name of God Hua. This is the life-saving straw for the drowning people!"

"If I put out hope and fall into despair again, under such a blow, people's worship of me will all turn into hatred. From then on, I will no longer be the king of merits that the people want, and I will no longer be able to sacrifice and ask for the people."

hiss--

Everyone gasped.

After the lights go out, there will be a catastrophe.

The old demon Dugu directly threw out a set of formations and sealed the God-Sealing Platform.

"I will stay here for a few years of cultivation." Several saints also turned off their thoughts to go home to protect the holy lights.

Qin Li nodded.

Finally there is a bit of cooperation.

Although everyone has different interests, they are willing to contribute to Qianyuan.

"I'll be back soon!"

Qin Li took out the green leaves.

"etc!"

The Emperor of Heaven suddenly spoke:

"I want to go to the Demon Village, too."

Qin Li was stunned for a moment, a little reluctant.

If you take outsiders to the village privately, the village chief will definitely not be happy.

However, the Emperor of Heaven said: "I have been to this ancient village several times. I am quite familiar with the group of tragic gods, so I just sat down and talked."

"All right!"

Qin Li nodded.

The sword energy of the law activates the green leaves.

It rises in the wind and turns into a small boat.

Qin Li, Emperor Tian, ​​and Shi Wuming boarded the ship and tore the void.

call out.

A flash of green light.

They disappeared from the turbulent strata.

I don't know which direction I go, my speed is extraordinary.

Qin Li went deep into many time and space, and the merit pagoda collapsed, obviously away from the Qianyuan Great World.

After a long time.

The Emperor of Heaven noticed:

"Huludao is still like this!"

Qin Li showed his magical powers and peeked in all directions.

I vaguely saw a large yellow gourd in the distance.

In the past, my cultivation was low and I didn’t understand why. Now, the Eight Tribulation King can see the divine patterns on the gourd and transcend the great way, and is not a thing in the world.

call out!

The boat fell.

Qin Li returns to the village of Gods and Demons.

The Emperor of Heaven also collected the lawless umbrella.

"The Emperor of Heaven is here, and the old man is very frightened."

The old village chief floated in the air, and his old face showed extremely solemnity.

The Emperor of Heaven gave birth to lotus step by step and said lightly: "You guys solve the problem first, we are talking about other things."

"senior!"

Qin Ligong bowed:

"What the hell are they?"

The old village chief raised his hand and pointed: "You guys come with me."

Enter the village.

See many familiar faces.

After going around, I came to the temple in the village.

An ancient stone box is enshrined above, which is the object of destruction and the eye of the return of the ruins.

There were two beds below, lying Li Ping'an, Han Xinwu, unconscious, like a dead body.

"What's wrong?" Qin Li was surprised.

The old village chief waved his palm-leaf fan.

A divine wind storms all directions.

Li Ping'an, Han Xinwu's fist, slowly unfolded.

Two tears were revealed, nine colors were brilliant, mysterious and echoing each other.

"They went to the Sun and Moon Ancestral Land and found the last God-killing Pearl, but suddenly fell into a coma, triggering my protection mechanism and being teleported back."

Qin Li was silent.

Tears trembled above the fairy sword.

It seemed to have a sense, bursting out light, and was about to fly out.

"So you come to me, hoping that the three tears will merge, and maybe there will be a way to awaken them."

The old village chief nodded, his face full of dusty wrinkles, and there was helplessness: "We really have no choice, and Ping An must not make any mistakes."

"rest assured!"

Qin Li sat on the ground.

The fairy sword lies across the knees.

"I will definitely wake them up."

Three tears trembled, nine-colored divine lights gushing out, connecting a thread.

What follows is a difficult and easy-to-speak sadness, which is more miserable than a glacier that has been around for billions of years, and can extinguish the hottest blood.

“So cold!”

Qin Li's head was dizzy.

The divine light entered his mind, and he fell asleep.

The old village chief sighed: "There is a certain number in the dark!"
To be continued...