Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

The morning light in the spiritual world always carries a golden warmth. The brocade flowers all over the mountains form a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers. Clear springs gurgle on the jade-paved stream bed. Cranes will shake off a few fairy-like feathers when flying over the green mountains.

But at this moment, this fairyland-like peace was completely torn apart by the dark color surging in the sky - that was not dark clouds, but the dark and dense formation of the Netherworld Army, with billowing black smoke wrapped in a wind tempered by death.

The wind blew the brocade petals down, and even the clear spring was rippling with gray.

The two immortal servants guarding the South Heaven Gate were fiddling with the jade tokens on their waists and joking. When they caught a glimpse of the scene that covered the sky, the smiles on their faces instantly froze like wax figures.

The whisk in the hand of the green-robed immortal servant on the left fell to the ground with a "clack". The crisp sound of the wooden handle hitting the white jade floor tiles was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

The older man on the right, his Adam's apple rolling violently, finally squeezed out broken syllables from his throat, and then burst into a heart-wrenching roar:

"The Netherworld is coming—be on guard!!"

At the front of the black fog, Quan Jiuxi was leaning on the black iron throne, suspended in the air by several bone dragons.

Today she wore a dark-patterned robe, the hem of which was embroidered with billowing netherworld flames. When she moved, it emitted tiny silver lights, as if shattered galaxies were sewn into the fabric of the garment.

Her black hair was loosely tied into a bun, with a few curls scattered on the sides of her neck, swaying gently with the bone dragon's breathing.

She raised her hand to block the dazzling morning light in the spiritual world. Her fingertips were painted with crimson nail polish, which shone with an enchanting luster in the sunlight.

When the peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, the red mole at the end of the eye looked like blood dripping on the snow. His gaze swept over the mountains, rivers and plants in the spiritual world, and his brows frowned almost imperceptibly.

It’s still this sweet and greasy fairy air that still makes people’s stomachs tighten even after hundreds of years.

"Master, these two bastards are disturbing your eyes." Yu Luo's voice was like ice. He stood beside Quan Jiuxi, his silver hair tied behind his head with a black hairband, and his white fingertips were wrapped with a very thin silver thread.

Without waiting for Quan Jiuxi's response, the silver thread shot out with a "whoosh", so fast that only a shadow was left, and the next second it accurately wrapped around the necks of the two immortal servants.

He lightly retracted his fingertips, and the silver thread instantly cut into the flesh. Accompanied by two short muffled groans, the two immortal servants didn't even have time to escape with their souls.

It turned into two pools of scarlet blood, seeping into the cracks of the white jade floor tiles.

Quan Jiuxi retracted his gaze, his tone as calm as if he was talking about today's weather: "Don't kill innocent people."

Yu Luo looked up suddenly, and shock showed in his gilded pupils for the first time.

He had followed Quan Jiuxi for three thousand years, witnessed her crush the thirty-three heavens with his own eyes, and crushed the souls of millions of immortal soldiers with his own hands. When had he ever had any mercy on the word "innocent"?

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was blocked by Quan Jiuxi's nonchalant look.

"Next time I'll send you on a trip to the Three Thousand Worlds."

She bent her fingers and tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne. The skull patterns on the black iron seemed to come alive, making a tiny grinding sound.

Yu Luo lowered his eyes, hiding the confusion in his eyes, and knelt on one knee: "I obey your command."

But my heart is beating fast——

Three thousand world?

What are we going to do in those places where mortals are born, grow old, get sick and die?

Although the two immortal servants were dead, their cries before death had already exploded like thunder in every inch of land in the Spirit Heaven Realm.

However, in the blink of an eye, a huge crowd of people poured out of the South Heaven Gate. Hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers wore uniform moon-white armor, held silver spears, and formed neat square formations. The cold light reflected from the spear tips almost pierced through the darkness brought by the underworld.

At the front of the square formation, Ji Rong stood in mid-air, stepping on a shining long sword.

She was dressed in scarlet battle armor, outlining her tall and agile figure. Her black hair was tied up in a high bun and fixed with a red gold hairpin. The phoenix on the hairpin held a pigeon blood ruby ​​in its mouth, which swayed gently with her breathing.

The moment she saw Quan Jiuxi, her hand holding the spear suddenly tightened, her knuckles turned white, and the dragon pattern on the spear shaft seemed to let out a mournful cry as she pinched it.

"Quan Jiuxi...you are finally here." Her voice was filled with anger that had been suppressed for hundreds of years, and her eyes were slightly red, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

The person whom she hated so much and whom she regarded as her only rival finally appeared before her again.

Quan Jiuxi's gaze fell on her, his peach blossom eyes half-closed, with a bit of laziness and carelessness.

It was this bland, almost indifferent look that made Ji Rong's heart jump suddenly, and a chill ran up his spine.

Not right.

Quan Jiuxi is different.

Hundreds of years ago, her eyes were always filled with cold murderous intent, like a poisoned blade, and every time they looked into one's eyes, it could make one's soul tremble.

But now, the murderous intent is still there, but it seems to be wrapped in a thin layer of ice. There seems to be something more complicated hidden under the ice, which is difficult to see through and makes people more fearful.

Ji Rong took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the spear.

This "Burning Sky Spear" is a divine weapon that she has refined with three hundred years of cultivation. The tip of the spear can burn everything, and the spear barrel can withstand ancient magic weapons.

For hundreds of years, she has been practicing day and night, so that one day she can stand in front of Quan Jiuxi with dignity and use this gun to seek justice for the immortal soldiers who died at her hands.

But Quan Jiuxi's next words were like a basin of ice water, pouring over her from head to toe, completely chilling all her fighting spirit.

"What's your name?"

Quan Jiuxi tilted his head, his tone filled with genuine confusion, as if he was trying to remember some insignificant trivial matter.

Ji Rong's face flushed purple-red, and the hand holding the Burning Heaven Spear almost lost its grip. The tip of the spear made a buzzing sound and almost flew out of his hand.

She was shaking with anger, and the flame patterns on her crimson armor became scorching hot because of her anger: "You!!"

"What are you?"

Quan Jiuxi raised an eyebrow, the red mole at the end of his eye shimmering seductively in the morning light. "You don't even dare to say your name?"

"My name is Ji Rong! Ji Rong, the war god of the Spiritual Heaven Realm!"

She roared, suddenly raised the Burning Heaven Spear, and the tip of the spear instantly ignited a blazing fire.

"Today I will enforce justice on the behalf of Heaven and kill you, you witch!"

Before she finished speaking, she swooped down on her long sword, and the Burning Heaven Spear, with the momentum of destroying the world, pierced Quan Jiuxi's face.

Hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers saw this and simultaneously raised their silver spears, shouting in unison: "Slay the demons and monsters! Defend Lingtian!"

The shouts shook the clouds.

A burst of sneers suddenly rang out from the Netherworld Legion.

These immortal soldiers must have forgotten who they were facing—the ancient underworld god who dared to devour the chaotic energy since birth and demolished half of the Emperor of Heaven's Lingxiao Palace before he reached adulthood.

Quan Jiuxi didn't even stand up, but just raised his hand lazily.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor dazzling divine light, only a breathtakingly powerful divine power gushing out from her palms, like an invisible giant net, instantly covering the entire Nantianmen.

Ji Rong's Burning Heaven Spear stopped three feet away from Quan Jiuxi, and the raging fire at the tip of the spear was extinguished instantly as if it was doused with ice water.

She felt a huge force pressing down on her, her bones were creaking, and it was difficult for her to even move a finger, let alone stab it.

She struggled to look up and saw Quan Jiuxi looking at her as if she were an ant. There was no contempt or murderous intent in his eyes, only pure indifference.

It was as if her struggle and her anger were meaningless in the other person's eyes.

With a "thump", Ji Rong fell off the sword and hit the white jade floor tiles heavily, splashing a cloud of dust.

She struggled to get up, but found that her limbs seemed to be falling apart, and she couldn't even mobilize a trace of spiritual energy.

The immortal soldiers around were not much better off.

The divine power forced them to kneel on the ground, their silver spears fell to the ground, and their spines under the moon-white armor seemed to be broken at any time.

Some people were unwilling to give up and tried to stand up, but the moment they raised their heads, blood gushed out of all their orifices and they fell to the ground with a scream.

The Netherworld Army erupted in thunderous cheers: "The Lord of the Underworld is mighty!"

"The Lord of the Underworld will live forever!"

Their eyes were as fanatical as if they were worshipping a faith, and their gazes at Quan Jiuxi were full of awe and admiration.

Old Turtle was leaning on a black tortoise shell cane, standing behind the group of bone dragons, a hint of relief flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He has lived for ninety thousand years and watched Quan Jiuxi grow from a little kid who could only shatter the Nether Mountains with his crying to what he is today.

This child has been cold since he was young, as if there is a piece of ice in his heart that has been frozen for thousands of years. Not to mention having mercy on others, he only gives orders to his subordinates.

But this time, after returning from the Three Thousand Worlds, the layer of ice on her body seemed to have cracked.

The sentence just now, "Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately", was the most unlike thing Quan Jiuxi had ever said to him in tens of thousands of years.

What on earth did she experience in the Three Thousand Worlds?

Was it because she saw the separation and death of mortals, or... did she meet someone who changed her?