Tang Xuan stared at Mrs. Jiang indifferently: "If I am a strong person in the future, or a waste material, you can only watch in hell." ”

Look at her, how to soar.

Tell the world, she Tang Xuan, is she a waste material or a strong person!

The flames swirled like thunder and lightning.

The purple-gold flame made a fire, burning all the more than ten old women in the courtyard whose hands were stained with the blood of many maids, as well as the blood of Feng Qing'er, and sent them to hell one by one.

"It's clean, let's get it here. ”

The fire that had taken more than a dozen lives continued to burn, and the entire courtyard began to enter the mode of destruction.

In the flames, Tang Xuan, who was the owner of the Immortal Flame, was surrounded by a circle of fire and was unscathed.

She watched in the flames, as tongues of fire engulfed the cage that had trapped her for eight years.

Falling into memories just now, Tang Xuan seemed to have become the same Tang Xuan as before, calling Feng Qing'er 'Sister Qing'er'.

At this moment, the spiritual platform was restored to clarity, she silently closed her eyes, and in her mind, a girl with a gentle cloth dress and a beautiful face appeared.

Feng Qing'er.

I am Tang Xuan, and I am not Tang Xuan.

Although I am not the sister-like Tang Xuan you cherish the most, I have the same Yuan Soul as her.

I am her afterlife, she is my past life.

She couldn't finish the journey of life, and the next route is for me.

The happiness you hoped for in the first place, I will definitely have.

Tang Xuan smiled lightly and muttered softly.

"Feng Qing'er, farewell. ”

She opened her eyes, turned around, and walked out of the boiling fire.

There was no turning back, no stopping.

Stepping out of the hospital door, the figure is gone.

..............................

Meanwhile.

Another continent far away from Yeliu City - the fantasy land above the Forest of Spirit Beasts.

The Yan Gu Yinlong, who was covered in golden light, stepped on the clouds, and his huge body was hidden in the white clouds.

The clouds roll.

No one could see that on the dragon head of the Yan Gu Yin Dragon, there was actually a huge ancient hall as dark as night.

This ancient hall looms among the white clouds, exuding a desolation that has existed since ancient times.

In the ancient hall, the terrifying demonic qi is full, and there is a long throne made of black star and dark stone in the center, the throne is as black as ink, and the surface is covered with silver silk thread-like lines, and a trace of demonic energy is swimming like a snake between the lines, drawing a mysterious ancient arc.

The arcs intertwined, and purple streams of light emitted like electric shocks, and these streams of light strangely converged little by little, transforming into a black butterfly the size of a thumb.

He sat on the throne in a dark robe, surrounded by demonic energy, and black butterflies danced beside him.

In the butterfly group, he can crown the world's face with a bit of unreality, the silver light in the black eyes is swimming, the eyes are lazy charming, and the beautiful face seems to exist in the most beautiful dream of a girl.

On the opposite side of the throne, there is also a huge mirror three meters high, the mirror is ghostly, but Tang Xuan's figure is clearly visible.

She walked with a firm step, and behind her was the burning courtyard surrounded by raging flames, and some of the guards who stayed behind were also screaming and being consumed by the flames.

So resolute, so cold.

Slender jade-white fingers flipped a small ink-colored bow, and he sat on the Demon Flame Throne, looking at Tang Xuan in the mirror with a straight gaze.

Luosu waste wood, faceless ugly girl.

Not.

In the past 10,000 years, whether it is a human race, a demon race, or a spirit race.

This is the first and only person who can make his mind flutter just by looking at it......