The dark clouds reflected in Meng Shu's eyes, and she looked up at the sky. Zhu Chi, who listened to it in a low voice, was also very depressed.

"There's going to be a war. She said lightly, staring sideways into his face.

The golden light flickered in the darkness of the sky, as if there was a sonorous war between the short and the hand. She couldn't hear the roar, but there was a faint smell of blood wafting through the air. This made the memories that had been sealed in Meng Shu's heart be reawakened. She remembered that the sky was the same thousands of years ago, with black clouds crushing the city.

Zhu Chi's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of deep cunning, he nodded, and asked rhetorically: "Does this have anything to do with you, the immortals are fighting, and that is only in the sky." ”

"Hurt the fish in the pond. Meng Shu said.

Zhu Chi was puzzled.

She smiled, Zhu Chi has a kind of self-confidence and nobility that is overly pampered and piled up with money, as well as a simple and lovely ignorance of the world.

Meng Shu: "You still have too little experience. How do you think the Great War began a thousand years ago?"

"It was the demon who provoked the gods. ”

"Originally, the Three Realms were peaceful, and the gods themselves were above the demonic power, how could they provoke. You go and ask Aunt Mei, who doesn't know this?" she chuckled, "Just like a book, the gods want to rule the Three Realms and enslave demons and humans." It's not what you hear......

Zhu Chi shook his head: "I haven't heard anything. ”

"Really?" she didn't believe it, and didn't continue to ask on the subject, she lowered her head and played with her fingers, the purple demonic power of her fingertips sliding like a spirit bead, infiltrating the breeze that was not arrogant in the world.

She plucked a crystal clear ice hairpin from her head, and the flocculent shape of a flame slowly grew inside. This is a hairpin he pulled out of Zhu Chi's chest at the beginning. I thought it looked good, so I stayed. The other end of the hairpin is pointed, like a weapon. Meng Shu lightly tapped his fingertips, and the blood beads oozed out, evaporating in the mist.

Zhu Chi was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing?"

With a flick of her slender fingers, a faint purple mist rose straight up, like a wisp of lonely soul quickly flying into the vast and deep sky.

"This is what I sent?" Apparently, Zhu Chi saw the familiar woman's ornament hidden in his chest.

Meng Shu: "You ransomed it for me." It's pretty, why don't you bring it?"

In the courtyard, the white mist on the ground seems to be dissipating. The calm pool reflected the sky like a mirror. Only then did Zhu Chi suddenly realize why Meng Shu insisted on spending three times as much money to quickly build this useless pool, which seemed to be slow and methodical, but in fact built a huge mirror. Using demonic power as an introduction, you can peek into the Three Realms.

Using water as a medium to change the world.

Black.

The water turns cloudy black. The water becomes viscous, like ink, and is swept away by the virus.

Aunt Mei understood behind her, and a transparent barrier was shrouded in the sky above the inn, and from a distance, it was found that it was nothing more than a dense and dense forest. Meng Shu pulled Zhu Chi and fell into a deep quagmire. Water poured into the ears and noses of the two, but there was no suffocation from drowning.

Zhu Chi heard the thunder drums around him, and suddenly opened his eyes, facing Meng Shu's pure but gloomy eyes, the pupils had turned purple, and a flame swimming in the sky was pierced on his white arm.

"What's ......?"

"Shhh She whispered, taking Zhu Chi's hand.

This is not right.

Very wrong!

How can it be darkness, endless darkness. Kunlun should be, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the snowflakes are Fusang. It was nothing like what she had in her sporadic memories.

She's a demon. The characteristic of the demon is not how powerful and lawless it is. If they were tough, they wouldn't be able to compete with the immortals at all. But the unpredictable demonic power has endowed them with countless unbelievable magic weapons. Meng Shu can sway up, and wherever the purple mist reaches, he can peek at everything he wants.

And why, when she found out that Xiao Youji, who was obviously an immortal, would actually use the same method, she was shocked and alienated.

The bodies of Meng Shu and Zhu Chi sank to the bottom of the pool, but the two of them stepped on the land of Kunlun as if they were there. No one could see them, they were like two transparent ghosts, wandering, except that all their touches were real.

"Strange, could it be that my demonic powers have failed?" she muttered.

Zhu Chi: "Why are your feet sticky?" ”

Meng Shu squatted down and touched the ground. His hands were sticky and covered in blood. Suddenly, she touched something, and following the outline, she knew it was a corpse. Zhu Chi also felt it, and under the darkness was a dense corpse. His hands were shaking, and his hairs stood on end. No one knows what's going on.

The two of them couldn't light the lamp, so they could only grope in this divine realm where they couldn't see their fingers.

Suddenly, a faint object in the distance glowed. The cold purple glow seemed to be accompanied by the sound of a clanging bell every time it flashed. It was as if someone was trapped in a bronze bell, striking violently, trying to escape.

Knock knock, knock knock......

Meng Shu approached and was suddenly startled, "How can it be ......?"

"It can't be!"

Zhu Chi was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?" He looked around the small luminous fragment in front of him, and the patterns on it were like spells.

Where have you seen it?

He glanced at Meng Shu's arm, which was exactly the same mark! The shape of the flame was carved out of a mold. Zhu Chi was short of breath, "This ...... How is it the same as the tattoo on your body?"

"Huh?" Meng Shu tilted her head strangely, she looked at herself, "No, where is it? I don't have any tattoos on my body." ”

Zhu Chi looked at Meng Shu's eyes sweeping over his arm, but he really asked as if he didn't notice it. "No, I read it wrong......" he didn't stubbornly repeat. Probably, this mark is engraved into the soul, so it will appear at this time. In her memory, Meng Shu usually didn't have any strange tattoos on her body.

He asked, "What were you surprised just now?"

Meng Shu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and she was a little panicked in her heart. She found that she also had an almost similar fragment in her house, and it seemed as if the two pieces could be joined together to form a semicircle. She tried to touch it with her hand, but a pair of bloodied hands suddenly landed on top of the shard.

She retreated, the glow of the shards staining the man.

Just look at the wrist and she reflects!

Xiao Youji!

He wrapped the shard in something, and his breath smelled of blood, and the light flashed. All she could see was a scar! Her eyes darkened, and she wanted to pull him.

Following the stumbling steps, she knew that Xiao Youji was seriously injured, and she couldn't even feel the beating heart that was close to her. It seems to be covered in bruises and sores.

Xiao Youji relied on his last strength and fell fiercely from the clouds. In the wind, he seemed to feel a familiar tenderness, like Meng Shu's hair.