The cannon fodder in the book turns into the daughter of the heaven

Chapter 581 Dusk Goddess

The figure slowly stood up from the quiet place, his eyes slowly falling on his feet.

She was barefoot, her skin was as white as jade, and under the hazy light, it had a soft luster.

A black veil cascaded from her shoulders, falling to the ground like a waterfall. The sleeves of the veil fluttered in the wind, vaguely outlining her graceful figure.

Under her feet stood a lotus platform as white as black jade.

The lotus platform has a warm texture and a deep ink color, as if it were a condensed night.

In the middle of the lotus platform, a black jade lotus seed quietly grew out, emitting a mysterious and soft dark light, which contrasted with the lotus platform.

"Good sister, if we meet again, we will fight to the death!"

The goddess of dusk had a resolute look in her eyes and her voice was as cold as ice, breaking the dead silence around her.

She would never allow Zhaoxi to return to the throne of god, that was the reverse scale in her heart that could not be touched.

Since birth, Zhaoxi has been her nemesis.

Zhao Xi's brilliance could always easily crush her plans, causing her to fail time and time again, and her hatred grew wildly.

And now, she has one and only chance.

If Zhaoxi was willing to be refined by herself, she could hide the truth and avoid the punishment of heaven.

This is her only chance to break free from Zhaoxi's suppression and take control of the world.

The body of the Goddess of Dusk was swirling with ink, her face was distorted with determination, her hands formed seals, and her ten fingers danced like phantoms.

She was trembling slightly, her face showing pain, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down her forehead, her teeth clenched tightly, as if she was enduring a thousand kinds of torture.

The Dusk Goddess's eyes were determined. She endured the severe pain and slowly peeled out the most refined spiritual consciousness in her body.

That trace of spiritual consciousness was like a wisp of green smoke, flickering with a faint and strange light.

She used all her strength to inject this strand of consciousness, which was filled with her pain and obsession, into the lotus seed in the center of the lotus platform at her feet.

As the spiritual consciousness entered, the black jade lotus seeds that had been quietly emitting a soft dark light suddenly emitted a strong black light, and the light shot out in all directions like a sharp sword.

This black light carried a strong sense of oppression, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

Under the cover of black light, the black jade lotus seed began to change slowly, its outline gradually blurred, and then slowly reshaped.

After a short while, she transformed into the appearance of the Dusk Goddess. Her figure and demeanor were lifelike, and even the determination and ruthlessness in her eyes were clearly visible.

She bowed and said, "Greetings, my Lord!"

"Go to the divine realm and capture all of the relatives of the reincarnated Goddess Zhaoxi and bring them to Xuwu."

The Goddess of Dusk sat on the black jade lotus platform again. She looked tired and pale.

"Yes, Master!"

The incarnation of the Dusk Goddess responded respectfully, moved her body, and disappeared in an instant.

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With the death of Qingming Goddess, the Qingming Palace is leaderless and no longer a threat.

Zixiao and Feng Yu issued a series of orders, and the 72nd floor of Zixiao Pavilion and the 49th peak of Feng Palace were dispatched together.

But within one day, the mysterious Qingming God disappeared from the divine realm.

Zixiao was in high spirits and went to Feng Palace to pick up Xiao Qingning and bring him back to Zixiao Pavilion.

It's time for him, the mistress of Zixiao Pavilion, to show up in public.

Feng Yuzhi hugged Huang'er, reluctant to let go, with pleading in his eyes:

"Huang'er, can you stay with Feng Gong to accompany Daddy?"

Huang Er looked at Xiao Wanwan, Yun Mubai and the other three who were about to leave together, turned around and patted Feng Yuzhi's shoulder, coaxing him softly:

"Dad, our Feng Palace is not far from Zixiao Pavilion. If you miss me, please come to Zixiao Pavilion to see me."

Wanwan and her four senior brothers have all left. What's the point of her staying in Feng Palace alone?

She wanted to follow Wanwan, and her father couldn't stop her.

Feng Yuzhi glanced at Xiao Wanwan, Yun Mubai and the other three with resentful eyes.

These are all his new disciples. He hasn't even started teaching them personally that day, but they are about to leave.

But then again, it's not yet his turn to teach the five of them.

Feng Yuzhi didn't dare to say anything to them, he could only glare at Zi Xiao fiercely:

"Zixiao, you bastard, I don't care, you can't take all my disciples away."

Zixiao embraced Xiao Qingning, flicked his sleeves calmly, and glanced at him with a half-smile:

"It's up to you. As long as you can keep them here, I have no objection."

He only wants his precious Wanwan, he doesn't care about anyone else.

Feng Yuzhi was so angry that he fell backwards. If he could have kept his men here, would he still be making such a fuss here?

Zixiao is a shameless bastard who turns his back on people.

It's just too much.

Have you forgotten how he helped reunite the couple and father and daughter?

Now he has a happy family, but he is taking his beloved away.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Zixiao fiercely:

"I don't care, I'm going too! Zixiao, you guys in Zixiao Pavilion have to leave me a place to stay. Isn't that too much to ask? I've helped you a lot."

He didn't want to ask for repayment, but he really couldn't bear to leave his own Huang'er.

Zixiao looked at him with some surprise, then nodded:

"I have no objection, but what about your Phoenix Palace?"

Feng Yuzhi waved his hand nonchalantly:

"What should I do? The Elders' Hall and the Forty-Nine Peaks of my Phoenix Palace aren't here for free. If I have to take care of everything, I'll be exhausted to death."

Having said that, he paused and continued:

"But Lao Zi, you have to wait for me for a day. There is still a black sheep in Feng Palace that has not been dealt with."

"Can!"

Zixiao nodded. He also knew that Xiao Wanwan and Huang'er were abducted by Qingming Palace because there was a spy in Feng Palace.

Since she actually dared to plot against his daughter Wanwan, then don't blame him for being cruel and ruthless.

The group was in no hurry and walked slowly towards the Elders' Hall.

Feng Tanzhiyou was leisurely dressing in front of the mirror. Looking at her fair little face, she smiled with satisfaction.

I am becoming more and more beautiful.

He took a big red flower from the exquisite dressing table with his index finger raised, put it on his temples, and nodded with satisfaction.

The great elder Feng Xiang rushed into the room and felt sick to his stomach when he saw him dressing up again.

His family doesn't know if the ancestral grave was buried incorrectly, but this grandson behaves strangely all day long.

He is obviously a man, but he is dressed like a girl.

When he was young, I beat him, scolded him, and had things thrown at him.

But it had no effect at all. Within half a day, he was back to his old ways.

Feng Xiang just felt tired and secretly blamed himself for not teaching him well.

Otherwise, the position of the Young Master of Feng Palace should have belonged to him long ago.

"Tan Sheng, what time is it now? You still have the mind to dress up here."

Feng Tansheng looked around in the water mirror, adjusted her makeup with her orchid fingers, and then turned back to look at Feng Xiang:

"Grandpa, what's the matter? If I don't dress up properly, I'll be in a bad mood. And when I'm in a bad mood, I'll make trouble. Grandpa, you don't want to clean up the mess for me, right?"

With just one sentence, Feng Xiang was pushed three miles away and hit against the wall.