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Qing Huan's liver trembled, his heart was still in a dream, and he looked up and saw Cheng Yao's face again, it was really like seeing Yama. Cheng Yao put away Yushu and held her trembling hands, but she pushed him away with a scream.

"What's wrong, Huan'er?" He tried to take her into his arms, but she struggled in his arms like a nightmare. Her appearance made him a little at a loss, and in a hurry, he hugged her tightly in his arms, bowed his head slightly, and kissed her cold forehead. After a short silence, it was no longer possible to tell who was more flustered than whom.

Qing Huan gradually came back to his senses and raised his head, but he was already with a pair of teary eyes, "I saw that you killed me with a sword......"

"How so?" He kissed her brow again with pity, "Even if I hurt myself, I am not willing to hurt you." ”

That kind of sorrow seems to have invaded the bones. Qing Huan buried his head in Cheng Yao's arms and shed tears for a long time.

Cheng Yao held her with one hand and stroked the strings with the other. The gurgling sound of the piano, like the warmest warm tea, carefully soaked her lungs and softened all those bad emotions.

Qinghuan gradually stopped her tears, and her mood returned to normal. After calming down, I was also a little inexplicably sad.

While the two of them were moving forward, Chengyao was stroking the piano on the other, and the scene of changing time and space could not appear again for a while. The last scene Qing Huan saw, Cheng Yao didn't see. As she spoke, the two of them had reached an extraordinarily spacious hall.

At the head of the hall, a black long sword stood quietly, and the sword body emitted a light white glow.

Qing Huan pointed at the sword, tears welling up in his eyes again, "This is the sword you used to kill me!" ”

Cheng Yao's complexion changed abruptly.

A mournful woman's song rang out in the darkness—

"He has known each other with you, the longevity is extinct, there are mausoleums in the distant mountains, and the rivers are inexhaustible......"

At the same time, on the Fengshen Platform, the nine water mirrors were shattered together!

There was an uproar on all sides.

Baili Qiaoxi led people to stabilize the situation, and there was no way to go to the top of the Demon Tower to inspect. But seeing that Qiantang's face was pale, Murong Yunsheng's face was not good-looking. The light of the rain lingered between the two of them, and it was obvious that they didn't know what was going on.

"What's the matter, Qiantang?" ”

Night Silence, Yun Xiao and Kui Ruo, although they entered the scarlet realm with Ye Qinghuan after Miyagi Yao. But the three of them were constantly encountering vicious demon beasts, but Miyagi Yao and Ye Qinghuan stopped and stopped, looking ignorant, and later the two of them had different complexions, especially the part where Ye Qinghuan cried later, which made people feel even more incredible.

Others may not know, but Baili Qiaoxi, Xiangyin Wulu and others know that the first three rotations of the Demon Tower do not have demon beasts that can confuse people's hearts to this point. The strongest monster in this rotation, that is, a three-tailed white fox king with a three-hundred-year-old Dao line, seemed to have been repelled by the alliance between Night Silence and Yun Xiao, and there was not even a single blood mark left on the two of them.

If you want to take a closer look, the light of the water mirror between Miyagi Haruka and Ye Qinghuan seems to be particularly dim, hazy and difficult to distinguish, and it is difficult to distinguish what they are talking about.

But the sudden dejected singing voice was transmitted to everyone's ears word for word.

Immediately, all the water mirrors shattered together.

Although the nine water mirrors were cast by many people, the little water spirit in the connecting tower was issued by the same Qiantang. With his cultivation, if it weren't for a sudden change in his mood, he would never have made such a mistake.

Qiantang handed over the spiritual key in his hand to Xiang Yin, and said, "The Troublesome Throne sent me into the tower. ”

There is no way out: "What happened in the tower?" Do you want everyone to go with you? ”

Qiantang's eyes changed several times, and finally made a decision, "No need. ”

Murong Yunshang opened her lips and choked, and she stopped talking. Hate and at this time, Beiqun Manshuo and Qingfang and others are all still in the lower layer of the Demon Tower. The events of the past, even if they were buried deeper, and now they are dug up again, they are also dripping with blood in the meridians.

"He has known each other with you, the longevity is endless, there are tombs in the distant mountains, and the rivers are endless...... There is no thunder and tremor in winter, how can there be snow in summer, heaven and earth are never together, I only wish to be ...... with you"

Qing Huan clearly remembered that in the second scene she and Cheng Yao saw, the woman named Xi Wu sang "Evil Spirit" in her mouth. At that time, it was the time when she and her sweetheart were in love, and the two were close to each other.

But at this time, this poem expressing the loyal love between lovers, sung by changing the words, is indescribably poignant and sad. For a while, everyone who heard it was sad, and the whole body and mind were immersed in that gloomy mood of sadness and resentment. The sorrow of the singer seems to be his own sorrow. In such a song, life is hopeless, the most important thing is gone, only this song repeats itself over and over again, haunting the mind, and depriving all the courage to live.

The woman in red reclining on the couch appeared in front of her again.

It was still the hall full of corpses, the man in black who was approaching the throne step by step, and the blood-weeping sword was the only bit of snow in this purgatory.

But this time, Qing Huan didn't smell the smell of blood that was so strong that she couldn't dissolve, and she was no longer alone in the face of such a scene, Cheng Yao stood beside her.

The man with the long sword passed by them, and Qing Huan's eyes were still locked on the face of the woman in red, and he was sure that it was really not him.

Cheng Yao tightened her fingers and motioned for her to look at the cold, black-clothed man.

This time, she finally saw the man's face, but she was so shocked that she couldn't say anything—the cold eyebrows and eyes, the handsome posture, it was none other than the Elder of the Priest of Luojiatian, Qiantang!

And the Xuanhei long sword in his hand is the holy sword that killed the Demon Emperor of the Nightmare and was revered as a sacred thing by the world.

The long sword weeps blood, one step at a time, slowly, but unswervingly, never changing direction.

Xiwu was single on the side of her head, with a clever smile on her face, "I'm pregnant with your child." She said.

"Really?" The smile on Qiantang's face was cruel and resolute, "Then slash karma with one sword." ”

When the words fell, a sword stabbed into the lower abdomen of Xiwu.

Xi Wuhao's wrist was handed out, and he slapped his sword, and the whole person floated backwards together with the couch. In the hall, the purple-red curtain flew up in an instant, like a flood wave, and with a flick of his fingers, it was twisted into pieces by the sword shadow of Qiantang.

"It's really ruthless......" Xiwu leaned on the couch and chuckled.

"In order to steal the secrets of my immortal sect, you deliberately concealed the demon breath to get close to me, and killed countless lives of my colleagues." Qiantang said coldly, "What kind of affection does there come from between you and me." ”

"Heh......" Xi Wu's slender fingers wrapped around her hair, and she continued to look at him with a smile, "How is the war between you and the Demon Domain?" At the moment of life and death, the question that came out of her mouth was still a very insignificant topic at this time.

"If you don't take a long time, you will be punished for your sins." Qiantang said coldly, and then the long sword pointed directly at the woman's heart.

Next, there was a life-and-death duel that seemed to be the end of the world, and the entire hall was turned into powder in the confrontation between the two.

Qing Huan watched the gravel and sand above his head continue to roll down, although no powder could hit him, but it blocked the figure of Qiantang and the woman fighting. She witnesses their love with her own eyes, but watches them kill each other in the end. secretly guessed the identity of this woman in her heart, but she had no clue, and the word "evening dance" did not exist in her cognition at all. In the end, it can only be concluded that this is a demon girl because of Qiantang Immortal Venerable's sentence of "deliberately hiding the demon breath" - if this can also be counted as a conclusion.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the battlefield where Qiantang and Xiwu fought gradually approached the place where Qinghuan and Chengyao stood at this time. Both of them were already injured, but Xiwu's injuries were significantly more serious.

Approaching for a moment, Qing Huan heard her sigh softly, as if to say to herself-

"It's really annoying to fall in love with someone you hate."

Qiantang didn't hear it.

or they have heard, and they are considered not to have heard.

A sword that penetrated the fairy spirit quickly pierced into the chest of the woman in red, crushing a large part of her heart.

Blood spilled from Yumai's mouth, and she held the long sword in one hand, as if this was the only way to keep her body from falling.

She was still smiling on her face, "Why don't you continue to stab?" Reluctant? ”

Qiantang's eyes tightened suddenly, but the hand holding the sword carried a trace of uncontrollable trembling. But in just a moment, he saw the corpses of the immortal friends buried in the sand, and the black sword suddenly pulled away.

It was like a little falling flower, and the bright red body of the evening dance fell silently to the ground. Blood poured out of the huge hole in her chest, and her bright features were soaked in the blood gushing out from between her mouth and nose.

But her eyes were still bent into a bright smile, looking at the condescending man, and as if looking at the young man who was only watching at this time, but her voice was already hoarse, "In the long days to come, will you regret killing me...... Without me, will you feel lonely......"

Qing Huan's heart was so sour that he couldn't do it, but he heard Qiantang say in his ear-

"I only regret that I didn't kill you earlier."

Immediately, it pierced the eyebrows of the woman in red, and it was also the last sword that ended her life.

The woman's body gradually dissipated into light smoke, and finally only a tattered red dress remained on the ground.

The long sword was unsheathed, and Qiantang stood silently, and finally strode away, just as he came.

The setting sun stretched his figure long, just as he had been on the day he first met her.

Step by step, the green silk is also in this remnant sun like blood, gradually falling full of autumn frost.

From then on, he never knew what to laugh at.

……

The desolate song echoed through the heavens and the earth at this time, and it lasted for a long time.

The woman in red seemed to appear in front of them again - that year, the singing and dancing was remnant, and Shaohua was just right, but at this time, the look on her face was so lonely and lonely, she asked them over and over again, kill me, how can you live alone?

I'm so lonely, can you come and accompany me?

Qing Huan and Cheng Yao held the sword in their hands at the same time, and the long sword crossed their necks.

There was a smile of relief in the woman's eyes. Open your arms, as if to embrace them.

Qing Huan looked at the smile, and felt that no matter what he did, it was worth it.

She was about to exert force in her hand, but when she heard a "ding" in her ear, Cheng Yao flicked it on her sword, and the long sword immediately swung away. And the black long sword in his own hand changed rapidly in mid-air, quickly stabbing into the body of the woman in front of him.

A puff of green smoke rose from the lower abdomen that had been stabbed by the evil spirit, and the woman's face was painful, and her eyes were full of anger.

The light and shadow are misplaced, the corpses are mountains and the sea of blood, and the sunset recedes instantly. In front of him, there is a steep scene inside the Demon Tower.

The sky is a chaotic dark scarlet.

The woman with long hair scattered quickly retreated, and her red dress blended into the background of the Demon Sealing Tower.

Qing Huan was cold all over her body, if it weren't for Cheng Yao's timely action, she was afraid that she would have committed suicide. The woman in red who was now in the realm of illusion really appeared in front of them, but now it seemed that it only made people fearful.

"It's not bad, I walked out of my nightmare so easily." The familiar tone is no longer the soft voice in her memory, stained with a little hoarse and vicissitudes, just like the song of the soul she sang.

Punish the evil and return the sheath, and the city Yao Gong Xing -

"Zanmiu, Demon Emperor of the Nightmare Tide." (To be continued.) )