The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

The Wei family sent an elder on the day their clan members were killed. Anyone daring to openly massacre members of the Wei family was undoubtedly a provocation to the Wei family, and a blatant slap in the face, so the Wei family wanted to publicly execute the murderer, grind his bones and scatter his ashes in front of everyone to vent their hatred and save the Wei family's face. Therefore, the elder they sent had the cultivation level of the Tribulation Crossing Period, but this elder came in an arrogant manner, and failed to kill the murderer, but he died quickly and neatly.

The Wei family was shocked and angry, so they sent more cultivators to the scene. The result was predictable. Ten days later, they lost fifteen cities in a row, as well as many elite members of the clan, and even two supreme elders. The Wei family was severely damaged and finally panicked, and hurriedly asked for help from the capital of gods.

Mo Feng was angry when he heard that someone was rebelling in his own territory, but apart from being angry, he did not take it too seriously, because given the situation of the Mo family, it was not that there had been people who rebelled before, but in the end, these people died miserably. Mo Feng felt that the Wei family's message was too exaggerated, in order to cover up their own incompetence, so he casually assigned a Mahayana cultivator to lead a team of Divine Capital Guards. Although he did not take these rebels seriously, it did not mean that he could tolerate them living, so the rebels must die!

This Mahayana cultivator was a general of the Divine Capital Guard. This was not the first time he had quelled a rebellion like this, so he naturally understood the intentions of his superiors and did not think that this was a difficult task. However, when he rushed to the Far West, in just five days, the rebels in the Far West had advanced a thousand miles further. Moreover, along the way, he found that many families that had been suppressed by the God Clan had quietly entered the Far West. The momentum of the rebels in the Far West was growing stronger and stronger. Looking at the one thousand Divine Capital Guards behind him, this Mahayana cultivator suddenly had a bad premonition.

Not daring to delay, the Mahayana cultivator immediately polished the information he had collected along the way, fearing that the Lord of Gods would think he was afraid of death and be dissatisfied with him. He also exaggerated the strength of the rebels. After sending the news back to the capital of Gods, he stopped in a town 3,000 miles away from the rebels in the far west, waiting for the Lord of Gods' next instructions.

At this time, Bai Qinghua was sitting in the conference room, lost in thought as he looked at the eager eyes of the crowd below.

Not long ago, Lin Pei'an sneaked out of the Far West, and in the name of the master of the sacred artifact of the gods - the Divine Demon Harp, he secretly gathered the family forces that were suppressed by the Mo family. After hearing that the Divine Demon Harp that had disappeared after the ancient war had appeared in the world and had a contract with its master, a glimmer of hope was ignited in everyone's hearts. Although these people couldn't believe it, the families that were forced into desperate situations and those who could no longer tolerate the actions of the Mo family still ventured into the Far West. When they saw the intact Divine Demon Harp and Bai Qinghua, they felt at ease. When they saw the gradually restored order in the Far West, their eyes were inexplicably red. Among them, there were those with a long family heritage, and they felt familiar when they saw Bai Qinghua's face. They were too shocked and dared not speak for a while, but their eagerness increased a little.

If it is really as they think, then their family is destined to rise. The Mo family regards human life as worthless and plays with them like dogs, allowing them to be devoured bit by bit and watching them linger on. Now that it is time for them to take revenge, how can they not be burning with anger in their hearts!

So after the strength of the Far West grew rapidly and the scope expanded again, in order to recruit more families persecuted by the Mo family, they found Bai Qinghua together. They felt that the Far West now needed a name, they also needed a king, and their king, Bai Qinghua, the master of the Divine Demon Harp, needed a resounding name. For this name, they have been discussing here for a day, and now they all look at Bai Qinghua eagerly, waiting for Bai Qinghua's decision.

Bai Qinghua felt a headache when being stared at by these people, she really didn't know what to call herself. After reincarnating as Bai Qinghua, she felt that she had been severed from her past life. When she returned to the God Clan, she originally only wanted to find Mo Feng and Xian Ling to put an end to the entanglement between the three of them in their past lives, but after seeing the current state of the God Clan, she could no longer stay out of it. Now, in order to have a legitimate reason, she should have a name, but it was this name that made her feel troubled.

In fact, the best way is to use Hui Xianhua's identity to expose the truth that Mo Feng and Xian Ling harmed her. This way, she would be justified and could reduce a lot of unnecessary fights. But for some reason, when she thought about being Hui Xianhua, she felt a little resistant in her heart. So even though these people were arguing below, she never said a word.

"Holy Lord, please tell me what name you want to use. If you can't think of one yourself, then are there any names we just mentioned that satisfy you, Holy Lord?"

Because of the holy artifact, the Divine Demon Harp, everyone now respectfully calls Bai Qinghua the Holy Lord. Seeing her sitting at the top and not saying anything for a long time, someone with an impatient temper bravely asked.

"Please allow me to think about it. I'll let you know when I'm done."

Bai Qinghua was not angry when he heard the urging. He rubbed his swollen and painful forehead and said with his eyes lowered.

"This……"

"Yes."

Some people wanted to persuade him, but were stopped by the people next to them. They answered yes and left.

With someone taking the lead, the others, even if they were anxious, had to calm down and follow suit, paying their respects and leaving.

The Holy Lord in front of them had a stunning appearance, and looked as slender and delicate as an ordinary woman, but after spending some time with her, they all understood that this was a Lord who kept his word and was decisive in killing. Although she was gentle now, if they continued to disobey and made him angry, the aura from her would be something they could not bear. Now that the Holy Lord had said she would think about it, she had already given them face. If they were tactless and made the Holy Lord unhappy, it would be a loss.

Bai Qinghua heaved a sigh of relief after watching everyone in the room leave. Then he slumped down in the large soft chair, staring at the wooden roof above, and fell into deep thought.

"Why bother with drawing? If you want this title, take it. If you don't want it, forget it. I can just lead you to the capital and raze the Mo family to the ground. Wouldn't that save you a lot of trouble?"

Yongye's voice suddenly rang out in the quiet space. Before Bai Qinghua could react, he had already approached and naturally placed Bai Qinghua's head on his lap. Then he placed his bony hands, which had killed countless people, on both sides of Bai Qinghua's temples and gently massaged them. His beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of grievance and heartache.

Huahua has been ignored by those short-sighted gods for the whole day!