"Xie Changli, what are you risking your life for?"
The tip of Yun Zhao's sword was pressed against his heart, where half of the Sky Mending Stone that was supposed to kill her was beating.
When she fell as the God of Judgment three hundred years ago, she would never have thought that the biggest disaster after her rebirth would be this promiscuous senior brother who always mixed marriage letters into sword manuals.
Heaven is rotting.
The tribulation monks died suddenly one after another, and ancient monsters that should have been extinct crawled out of the Nine Nether Secret Realm. Yun Zhao discovered that the hearts of those elders who died tragically had the same golden sin mark as her soul engraved on their hearts.
Xie Changli wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slapped the blood-stained marriage contract on the god-killing table: "I bet you won't let me be a widower."
He smiled mischievously, but the Phoenix Feather Sword in his hand split the sky, revealing the dense chains of heaven behind him: "Little junior sister, I will win both in killing gods and in marrying you."
In this unfavorable situation:
Every time she used her divine power, her white hair would wrap around his heart;
Every time he cut off a shackle, his soul fell into her nightmare.
Until that day, Yun Zhao saw the general kneeling under the throne of God three hundred years ago in the depths of Xie Changli's sea of consciousness——
The man held the broken model of the mountains and rivers in his hands and allowed her to inflict heavenly punishment, but before it disappeared into ashes, he chuckled: "Next time we meet again, it will be me who judges you."
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Intention: The true way of heaven is the courage to judge the rules, the friendship to live in the face of death, and the heart of the torch bearer who can even burn the sky to an ant.