No matter when and where, no matter what name or meaning this flower bred by death, whether it is a flower on the other side, a holy relic in the underworld, or an ominous flower that attracts death, it represents death, and its essence is also closely related to death, it is the flower of the intersection of life and death, just like the Taiji Pisces where yin and yang meet. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"To conclude a contract with the flower on the other side is to conclude a contract with death, and death is not the end of them but another new life, but the price is ......."

"Gave up emotion, gave up the opportunity to be a human being, alas~!" a faint sigh, floating in the sea of blood-colored flowers with the wind.

The boy is an orphan who accidentally embarks on the path of immortality, only to discover that there is a big secret hidden in his blood.

With the passage of time, the improvement of cultivation, the collapse of a family, and the tears of a pair of parents were peeped through the sand curtain by the grown up teenager.

The truth emerged, and the boy made a big oath to kill gods and demons!

Stepping on the tired white bones and guarding the thick loneliness, the young man is the enemy of the whole world. The escape of his lover, the tragic death of his brother, the abandonment of his master, the incomprehension of the world, the young man's green silk was stained with blood that could not be faded, and his eyes were forever closed.

When you open your eyes, the gods are dead and the demons are destroyed!

This was the last time the boy opened his eyes, and he saw a world without blue sky, flowers, or smiles, only endless blood and hideousness.

The reincarnation of cause and effect is in response to the prophecy of the year: a blood-colored young man will die when he opens his eyes.

The black shadow bent down and let out a muffled laugh, sneering: "Fate, fate is absolute! A group of fooled fools, it is you who push yourself closer to the so-called fate. ”

......

The old man's hair was scattered, and thousands of silver-purple thunderbolts slashed at the large array of light flowing below, and the large array seemed to be far away but still strong.

The old man's eyes were red, he looked up to the sky, his robe on his thin body stirred up the sound of hunting, and his hands clawed at the thunder in the sky, and let out a roar like a dragon and a tiger.

The thunder converged, the silver-purple thunder dragon horns were magnificent, the dragon's whiskers swayed, and the slender and stout body slammed into the large array below.

"Click!" The sound of the mirror shattering, the mountains and flowing water, the cloud-shrouded immortal scene disappeared in a flash, the water broke and the mountain collapsed, and the scorched earth was.

"Die, the miscellaneous people of the Tianmen Sect! Lao Tzu wants to cut off your heads one by one with his own hands as a night pot!" The old man roared angrily and blocked the radius with thunder, and the huge thunderball was blue and purple, purple and blue, carrying the momentum of ten thousand jun like a meteorite falling, and smashing it towards the immortal blessed land below!

Blood, wailing, flying flesh and charred corpses, towering towers of human heads, fear and despair in their wide-open eyes, no one, no one to save them, no one to escape.

Three days, just three days, three days and two nights, the former immortal blessed land has become the current Shura blood prison, thick minced meat mixed with dark blood scabs spread all over the ground, only from some dead corners and subtleties can you see the former texture of the floor, is a symbol of noble white kunyu, fourth-order refining materials.

The old man looked for a place, no, it was to come to the clean lake that he had deliberately left behind, washed and changed clothes, tied up his loose hair, carefully took out a few ordinary wooden spirit cards, lifted the ban, and left the last clean place that he had polluted.

The clear blue water of the lake was bloody, and the ground was dragged out of the blood.

The tablet was offered in front of the human head tower, and the old man, no, it should be said that he was a middle-aged man with a body as thin as a withered branch, and when he lifted his hair, the man's face was not as old as his figure.

"Father, second uncle, third uncle, uncle, Yun Peng......." The man kowtowed respectfully and guiltily three times every time he read a name, there was no spiritual power to protect the body, even if the man's body had been strengthened many times, the forehead was also stained with blood, and the jade plate on the ground had already been shattered, and the blood seeped into the earth.

"Have you seen it? Ah Zhe has avenged you, all the blood on this earth is the blood of the enemy, and it is all the blood of the Tianmen Sect! Ah Zhe has avenged you! Ahhh

"It's a family feud. The black shadow sighed, turned around and walked into the thick white mist, and many small purple snakes sprang out of the man's body behind him......

The man showed a relieved, yearning and relieved smile: "Daddy, Ah Zhe didn't cut off a thousand families for us, your grandson is called Ziyou, and the meaning of breaking a thousand sons is taken from freedom." ”

The man's figure is like catkins in the wind, and it disperses as soon as the wind blows, leaving only a thunder bead, and the power of the thunder array that envelops thousands of miles is better than three points.

......

In his sleep, the boy saw many people, demons, demons, immortals, gods, and many other races, old and young, men and women, noble and illustrious, and lowly and lowly.

They are either hatred for the country or for the family, or love or jealousy and greed, whether they are resolute or cowardly, and in the end, the memory fragments that are still left in the broken soul, the only obsession they have proved to have existed, they are inevitably and helplessly embarked on the road of killing, in each obsession, there is a Shura purgatory, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Are these the culprits of my recent thirst for killing? The hidden killing pictures, the resentment, hatred, love and parting mixed together, all living beings are suffering, and there is no other shore in the sea of suffering, so there is no way to turn back?

"Although I want to be lazy, my heart tells me that there is no turning back. The young man gently attached his hand to his chest and felt the beating of his heart, and his expression was slightly bitter: "I don't know when the shackles of memory will be lifted, this feeling of not knowing anything, but only passively understanding is really bad and urgent!"

"Although sooner or later we will have to set foot in the way of killing, but why to kill, how to kill is my business, it has nothing to do with you, your obsessions should obediently turn into fodder for our souls. ”

As the boy turned around, the surrounding white mist was dyed with a fierce dark red, the color of hell, the dark red blood slowly faded away as if it had been eaten away by something, the young man's figure left the shrouded black shadow, and that face was a little immature but unusually familiar, it was the face of Bei Han who was still sleeping in the room.

Several of the most massive, powerful obsessions that confused time and space were left behind by Bei Han.

"Maybe they'll be used one day, maybe they'll meet their descendants!"

Opening his eyes, the boy said to himself: "I really wonder who I am?" But now life is the most important thing, and without life, there is no time to solve everything! ”

As for the so-called agreement, it is not a willing agreement, it will only be a shackle of bondage, and what he wants is to fly freely, and he will bear the responsibility until the arrival of the successor, and he does not want to be involved in the whirlpool of power at all.

His Royal Highness of the Jing family, hehe, royal is synonymous with trouble!

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