As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

Chapter 102: Using a mortal body to rival gods
On this day, along with a purple-gold destiny that penetrated the sky and the earth, the terrifying aura that made the world tremble, which once suppressed the world but had been silent for many years, reappeared in the northern capital!

At this time, no one, including Bei Gongzhi, knew the price of awakening her.

In the faint scent of sandalwood, Li Changsheng slowly opened his eyes on the dragon couch.

"Did my unparalleled warrior still die on the Red Moon Battlefield in the end?"

She looked at the sandalwood that had only burned out for a short period, but she didn't know that the blazing spring and autumn just now was a dream?Is it true?
In the Scripture Collection Pavilion of the Dayan royal family, there are countless classics from all realms.

Li Changsheng once read a classic written by an Emperor Wu whose name was Shenji.

He believes that the cause and effect in this world is not that one cause produces one effect, but that one cause produces all effects.

The long river of time has countless branches.

Every moment, billions of branches are being born.

However, the creatures living in it can only see the current one.

Li Changsheng guessed that the dream just now might be another branch of the long river of time, which was projected into her dream for some unknown reason!
"But I don't know what happened next. Can I dream about it again?"

Li Changsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly as he recalled the terrifying atmosphere that arose in the palace at the last moment.

"In the eyes of King Shenxiao, I am probably already a heinous person!"

……

"Li Changsheng, how dare you deceive my husband and wife like this? Do you think that I, Shen Xiaoxue, cannot prove to be a saint and choose the emperor?"

In the palace of Prince Shenxiao, Shen Xiaoxue woke up from her dream and was indeed furious as never before. Above her head, there was a vague celestial phenomenon of burning the city for thousands of miles.

If you become a saint, even the emperors on earth will bow their heads.

If she reaches the realm of choosing an emperor, then everything in the entire world will lean towards her to help her become emperor.

In the dream, Li Changsheng dared to attack the holy places in Dayan because the highest level in Dayan was only the fourth-grade holy places, and there were no saints in the holy places.

The only one, the old saint of the Mountain and River Qi Alliance, is also of royal blood, and chooses to side with the royal family.

In Shen Xiaoxue's eyes, Li Changsheng in the dream was the one who deceived Shen Xiaoxue into declining her cultivation level, while Su Yan used a trap to take advantage of Su Yan again and again, leading to Su Yan's tragic death.

Although the ending of the dream may not be true, it affects future generations.

Shen Xiaoxue felt that in the real past life, Su Yan did not care whether he was alive or dead after going to the Red Moon Battlefield, but the news of his death must have been sent back to Beidu and told to him through Bei Gongzhi's mouth, just like the sudden sound of a beep in the middle of the night. A loud thunder shattered her dream into countless pieces, completely unable to be put back together.

Shen Xiaoxue still doesn't know what happened next, but she believes that if she could spend the rest of her life by Su Yan's side as that stupid princess in her previous life, then she and Su Yan would never be like this in this life.

After a while, when Shen Xiaoxue's anger subsided, the system's prompt sounded in her ears again.

"Ding, the system prompts, the task is to use the golden thread of bitterness to make wedding clothes for her. Let Dongcheng Caiyunxuan reopen. Reward: Su Yan's No. 18 memory fragments."

Shen Xiaoxue: "The task is just a task, you don't need to add any poems to it."

However, for the sake of memory fragments, Shen Xiaoxue returned to Caiyunxuan a few days later as Shen Xiuniang.

Over the past 30 years, Shen Xiaoxue has been taking time to practice ancient embroidery techniques. The finished products are filled with hundreds of Qiankun bags. At this time, her ancient embroidery techniques have reached the second level - Miaoshou Qiluo.

Shen Xiuniang's character card has also been upgraded from white to blue.

From a mortal woman, she became a martial artist.

The sun once again shines into this shop that has been closed for 30 years.

After Shen Xiaoxue finished sweeping, she hung out the fabrics she had collected over the years.

In her previous life, the felt hats she knitted were too ugly to look at, but in this life, her embroidery skills are already among the best in the world.

But what’s the point?

At that time, she just made a boot, and Su Yan was willing to put it on his head.

No matter how gorgeous the clothes are in this life, they can only be worn on Su Yan by someone else's hands.

Let them take her works to please Su Yan.

Therefore, that poem is actually true.Exactly, the endless bitterness and hatred pressed the golden thread to make wedding clothes for her.

After finishing her work, Shen Xiaoxue squatted down with a bag and opened the No. 18 memory fragment with some sadness.

Concubine Longque once told Shen Xiaoxue that there are two types of saints in this world.

A saint who uses his own power to become a saint. This kind of saint can change the color of the universe and make all spirits bow to him.

One foot has already entered the realm of electing emperors.

Open your eyes and shine with the sun and the moon, sweep away countless worlds with your wave of hands.

The second type is to become a saint through the source of opportunity.

have nothing to say.To put it harshly, it is just a matter of the great world's destiny and luck.

Of course, the Dragon Palace Divine Concubine is qualified to say this, because she is the only emperor-electing realm in the Shiyuan Realm in 500 million years.It doesn't mean that other people are qualified to say that.

But when Shen Xiaoxue opened her eyes and saw the Red Moon Battlefield in the memory fragments, she realized that Liu Hua, the newly born saint in the Fallen Heaven Realm, was probably the first type of saint mentioned by the Dragon Palace Divine Concubine!

The Red Moon Small World is an endless plain with only one mountain peak.

Last time, the mountain peak was behind Su Yan, but this time he was standing on the mountain.

Looking down with his gaze, Shen Xiaoxue's breath suddenly stopped.

Corpses, everywhere you look, are densely packed with corpses.

Looking all the way into the distance.

In the farthest distance, you can see the scattered huge limbs, and you can see that golden divine blood is still flowing out from the fracture.

Around them, tens of thousands of Gu Hong troops lay lying down.

There are different ways to die.

There is one half-glue, one that has been sucked dry, one that has been swallowed up by the earth, leaving only part of it outside, one that has turned into a sculpture, one that is facing itself with weapons... all kinds of death, to name a few.

You can imagine what kind of bloody battle they went through before their deaths.

Thousands of feet closer, there is a white wolf. From its body, countless wolf heads grow, varying in size, but all of them are pierced by countless arrows.

The largest wolf head had a black spear pierced through its throat.

Its owner is another sub-sage among the twelve generals of Gu Hong, except Li Zhemei.

But he saw that although his hand was still holding the black spear tightly, his body had already been torn apart by the wolf's claws.

There are several fragments of life lamps scattered on the ground, and they have been dead for a long time.

Five hundred feet closer, there was a dwarf wearing a bloody robe with a strange smile on his face. He was stabbed to death by a sword, but beside him lay the corpses of five Guhong Twelve Generals.

……

From the plain at the foot of the mountain all the way to the mountain, there are nine corpses of such terrifying existences.

The Ninth Club is already very close to the top of the mountain.

Shen Xiaoxue knew that all nine of them were treasure bodies refined by Liu Hua.

When the sub-sage lights nine life lamps and goes through the sea of ​​suffering, he needs to cast nine treasure rafts.

The sea of ​​suffering has no cliffs, flesh and blood is the raft, and the treasure raft is the treasure body.

The treasure rafts of many sub-sages and even saints are far inferior to the original body.

Because although the treasure raft is also me, it is not me after all.

When practicing, there is always a layer of separation.

But for the truly first-class saints who aspire to the imperial path, each treasure raft has martial arts, celestial phenomena, and magical powers that are no less than the original one.It also has a combat power that is not inferior to, or even surpasses, this deity.

(End of this chapter)