After the divorce failed, I brought Long Ao Tianjuan to renovate the real world

Chapter 907: Murong Chu’s Snow Shang Sequence Can’t Be Completed in 5 Days

Seeing the Taoist being killed by Shang Shixu, all the soldiers did not dare to take a step forward and fell to their knees tremblingly one by one.

To them, Mr. Yang is a god-like existence, invincible in the world. They relied on him to break through the palace gate and destroy the prince and merchants. But now the god is dead and was pierced through the heart by Shang Shixu's sword.

No one dares to stop the timing.

Murong Chuxue jumped down from the city wall and landed with light steps. Looking at the Taoist lying on the ground with his eyes open, he sneered, his eyes full of coldness,

"Tiansuan Pavilion?"

"I even killed your ancestor, why are you still afraid of a junior?"

If Su Changluo hadn't stopped her, she would have wiped out all the sects in the Cangwu Fourteenth Continent.

All the soldiers were lying on the ground, no one dared to move.

Murong Chuxue waved her hand, and streaks of light green light came out of the Taoist's body, crossing the long river of life and death, turning into green lotuses and flowing away with the surging river.

Seeing this situation, the soldiers who didn't dare to move in the first place didn't dare to move anymore.

There is only one thought in their minds, that is... it's over!

With the blessing of spiritual power, Shang Shixu's road to rehabilitation went smoothly.

He cut through the mess with a sharp sword and killed the rebellious second prince with one sword. But at this moment, the situation in the sky changed and another thunder disaster struck.

Thick black clouds rolled in from the sky, and thunder rolled in the dark clouds, like the wrath of the sky.

Although there is still cause and effect for the Taoist cultivator to kill the royal family in the world, his fate has been completely changed since Murong Chuxue rescued him.

In the Jinluan Hall, the officials who were preparing to stand in line suddenly had no idea.

Originally, Shang Shixu should have been the hero for killing the second prince and helping his grandson ascend to the throne.

With his background, he could even take the position of his father, brother, or even grandfather in the court.

"It's a divine punishment!"

Someone shouted in fright,
"Even if the second prince plots rebellion, he is also a true dragon queen. How can he be killed by a minister!" Shang Shixu stood in the Jinluan Palace with a sword in his hand, and the wind howled, picking up his robes.

There is not much fear on the young man's face. The great revenge has been avenged, and even if it turns into ashes, he has no regrets.

It's just that he can't be with her anymore.

Finally, he looked at the woman standing in the snow not far away, wearing a thin plain dress that almost blended into the white snow.

At that time, Murong Chuxue was also looking at the accumulated calamity clouds.

The thunder fell and struck at the young man in the Jinluan Hall.

At the same time, Murong Chuxue took action, formed a bolt of lightning, directly blocked the sky thunder, and then struck it back.

The thunder roars, the sky thunders are angry, the clouds are thick, and eternal night will fall in the blue sky and daylight.

Murong Chuxue stood in the snow, raised her hand and saw white light burst out, and once again struck back at the calamity cloud, the white light enveloped the entire Shengjing City.

She spoke every word, her voice was cold,

"Even the sky cannot stop me, Murong Chuxue's disciple!"

No one can!

The thick calamity cloud was split into pieces by the white light, and then dispersed. The fluctuating light once again hung high in the sky, and daylight fell.

Shang Shixu's pupils trembled slightly as he watched this scene.

At this moment, she was his god.

At this time, all the courtiers in the court were even more shocked and could not recover for a long time.

In the past, the Jinluan Palace could produce flowers due to quarrels, but with so many people at this time, it was quiet inside the palace, with only the sound of the howling wind and falling snow outside.

Fighting against the sky, they saw the true gods.