The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Chapter 535: The Chance to Choose Destiny

"The dojo of the Divine King Jijun? Unfortunately, I've also taken a fancy to this place."

The woman had already fallen to the ground at this time, and the Turing people around her automatically made way for her so that she could walk to the front of the messenger of God.

"you dare!"

Seeing the woman walking towards him step by step, the messenger of God who had been so arrogant just now showed a look of fear in his eyes, and roared in a rather cowardly manner.

"Just try it and you'll know."

Bai Qinghua smiled when he heard that and raised his finger slightly. The messenger of God fell to his knees on the ground with a thud as if he were crushed by a mountain. He wanted to resist but found it was in vain. His hideous and distorted face turned red, which was very similar to the Turing man just now.

Seeing the painful expression of the annoying guy in front of her, Bai Qinghua's bad mood finally improved. She had just survived the nine-nine thunder tribulations and before she had time to catch her breath, Tata was yelling in her sea of ​​consciousness, saying that the damned messenger of God had come to the Black Soil Realm and was wantonly abusing the Turing people. Bai Qinghua didn't care about anything else, but the Turing people were the ones she chose to take care of the medicine garden for her, so how could she let this guy bring harm to them? So she came with a breath of thunder and lightning that had not yet dissipated.

How can I be in a good mood when I’m in such a hurry!

"I... I am... the man of the Divine King Jijun... How dare you... treat me like this!"

Although this divine envoy had no power to resist in front of Bai Qinghua, his attitude did not soften. As the only holy alchemist in the myriad worlds, even the other divine kings had to be polite when facing Jijun divine king and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, not to mention other cultivators. Although he was extremely humble in the God King Palace, he was the object of everyone's fawning outside. So even though he was in a miserable state at this moment, he was still very tough. Although the woman in front of him was an emperor, he did not think that she really dared to do anything to him. When he left here, he would definitely repay him double for the humiliation he suffered today.

Bai Qinghua could see through the expression of the person in front of her at a glance. Seeing that this person was still fearless at this time, Bai Qinghua suddenly wanted to laugh, and she actually laughed.

"Haha, I haven't seen a cultivator as courageous as you in a long time. Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Bai Qinghua's voice was light, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but the cold murderous intent in her words made the messenger of God who was crawling on the ground shudder. At this moment, he suddenly became uncertain. Maybe the woman in front of him... really wanted to kill him.

The messenger of God was terrified. He wanted to beg for mercy, but was shocked to find that he could not make any sound. The air suddenly disappeared at this moment. He was like a fish out of water. He opened his mouth hard but could not breathe. The extreme pain made his eyes bulge. He wanted to mobilize his spiritual power to resist, but found that his spiritual power was imprisoned in his body and could not be mobilized at all. The messenger of God regretted it, but it was too late. The space around him was squeezed, and his body exploded into blood mist with a bang. Even the Nascent Soul that he had condensed with great difficulty was not spared.

Deadly quiet.

The Turing people watched as the messenger of God, who had just been able to control their life and death at will, died so easily in front of them. For a moment, they didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

At this moment they seemed to understand that in this world, the lives of the weak were worthless, but what made them even more sad was that even if they understood, they were powerless to change it. The Turing people were born without spiritual veins, so they could not practice.

"From today on, the Black Soil Realm is no longer the dojo of the Jijun Divine King, but belongs to me. I will move the Black Soil Realm away. Are you willing to follow me?"

Seeing the wooden expressions on the faces of the Turing people below, Bai Qinghua spoke to break the silence. However, after her voice fell, the Turing people seemed even more confused.

"Move...move away?"

"Where to?"

"Then what should we do?"

After another moment of silence, the Turing people finally reacted, but they were even more frightened and panicked. The people in front of them said they wanted to move the Black Soil Realm away? What should they do?

Follow her?

But what’s the difference between that and now?

Not following her?

But where can they go?

Will the beautiful woman in front of them give them the right to choose?

For a moment, a feeling of confusion spread, and the Turing people looked at Bai Qinghua at a loss, not knowing how to answer.

Looking at the Turing people in front of her, Bai Qinghua rarely felt a touch of pity. She thought about it and decided to give them the right to choose.

"Listen carefully to what I'm going to say next. I'm going to give you two choices: one, follow me. I will move the Black Soil Realm into another space, and those who follow me will continue to live in the Black Soil Realm and take care of the various spiritual plants in the Black Soil Realm for me. I can guarantee that I can give you a comfortable life. I don't need you to hand in spiritual medicines on a regular basis. Just let the spiritual medicines grow and mature naturally, and you just need to do your best. Two, leave the Black Soil Realm from now on. I will find a place where mortals live in the Ten Thousand Worlds and settle you there. However, from now on, your good or bad life and life and death have nothing to do with me. I'll give you a day to think about it. At this time tomorrow, those who want to follow me can stay in their respective homes, and those who want to leave can gather here, and I'll send you away."

After Bai Qinghua finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

It took Bai Qinghua a whole month to overcome the nine-nine thunder tribulations to be promoted to an emperor. While Bai Qinghua was diligently getting struck by lightning, Tata shuttled back and forth in the void and got a clear overview of the area near the Black Soil Realm. Not far from the Black Soil Realm there was a mortal world where the spiritual energy was thin and there were few immortal cultivators. If the Turing people did not want to leave with her, going there would be a good choice. They were good at planting and as long as there were no immortal cultivators oppressing them, being self-sufficient and having enough food and clothing would not be a problem.

Giving them a chance to choose was the greatest kindness she could give to the Turing people.

Of course, Bai Qinghua actually felt that following him was the best choice for the Turing people. However, because of their previous experiences, the Turing people had no good feelings towards immortal cultivators, let alone trust in them, so Bai Qinghua felt that it was a little risky.

"Are you really willing to let the Turing people go?"

Tata asked curiously in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He knew that ever since Yu Wushuang left, Bai Qinghua had been wanting to find a suitable person to manage the medicine fields for her.

"Of course I'm reluctant to do so, but I feel that the Turing people are too pitiful, so I want to give them a chance to choose their own fate."

Outside the space, Bai Qinghua said while holding his chin.

"Well, why do I feel like you're harming them?"

In the space, Tata curled his lips and said speechlessly.