The demon king Python, who had led the demon soldiers to fight for many years with great ambition, trampled the iron hooves of war all over the rivers and mountains of the Six Realms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because of his invasion, the Protoss perished, and three of the Six Realms disappeared, and in the next five hundred years, only the Immortal Realm, the Demon Realm, and the Human Realm remained. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the initiator who directly led to the drastic changes in the pattern of the Six Realms, and thus in the history of the Six Realms, he has also become a well-known figure, and his merits and bad deeds are commented on by the descendants of freedom.

However, no matter what, the heroes of the past have now become old people, not only can they no longer see the courage of the year, but they even have to rely on dove-headed crutches to stagger.

Since living in the Tomb of Despair, he no longer has to think about his beloved son day and night, he thought that his wish for this life has been fulfilled, and he can enjoy his old age in peace, and he will have a son to die, and he has really lived in peace for a period of time, but unexpectedly, the war broke out again, and he finally ended up with a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

The corpse of the deranged was placed in the Ice Palace for several months, and he has not been able to approach it. Yesterday, I got a secret letter from Little Flea, and the letter actually said that he was desperate and looked forward to seeing it. This not only surprised him, but also couldn't help but burst into tears.

But this letter aroused his heartfelt desire to see his son, so he didn't care about it anymore, and threw off his clothes early in the morning, and his palace maid came to the Ice Palace tremblingly.

Crossing the threshold, past the huge screen carved with crane reliefs, and passing between two rows of tall red-lacquered columns, he stood in the main hall of the Ice Palace, which was almost not high.

What appeared in front of him was a blue jade stone staircase that was so wide that it could not be seen on both sides at a glance. After climbing the heavenly steps, he would see something, standing on the flat ground covered with green jade bricks, he couldn't guess anything.

He couldn't wait to see his son, thinking that he would be able to get his wish when he entered the main hall, but he was still blocked by such a high step, and cursed impatiently, so he could only rely on the dove staff and climb up the stone steps.

The reckless man who used to travel all over the world is now exhausted, but he is stumped by the uninteresting steps. After only climbing a dozen steps, I had to sit down and gasp. After panting and crawling, he rested again when he was tired of climbing, and after tossing and turning like this for nearly half an hour, he finally stood in front of a huge lotus pond. The sound of water flowing at the gate of the palace came from this lotus pond.

In the lotus pond, hundreds of tiny pink lotus flowers, set off by verdant lotus leaves, are competing to bloom. Although they look like normal lotus flowers, they are constantly evaporating from the petals of the flowers. The cold smoke did not drift outward, but gathered into a cloud of mist, thickly enveloping the middle of the lotus pond and a wide jade meditation bed.

On the left and right sides of the meditation bed, there are two seven-colored rainbow-shaped lotus leaf holders, which poke out of the pond water. A lifelike Xuantian toad squatted on each of them was spitting out Xuantian water from its mouth.

The strange cold water walked along the groove on the edge of the meditation bed, and then flowed into the lotus pond, so that the jade meditation bed surrounded by the pool water always kept the temperature lower than ice.

On the meditation bed, lying quietly was the demon king in a golden brocade robe, the Son of Heaven. His eyes were closed, his expression was serene, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, not like he was dead, but more like he was asleep, and he was dreaming warmly.

"Destroy, son!"

After a few months of separation, when they met again, it was the separation of yin and yang, the python's old heart was shattered, looking at the bewitching and handsome face, he couldn't control it anymore, the dove stick "snapped" and fell to the ground, and he lay on the lotus pond and cried, crying and slapping the pool to tell.