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Where the cranes of the ancestors flew, there were always colorful clouds and clouds. If Biyun paid attention to the Ancestor God Monarch Changxuan, of course he would have heard about the daughter of the Yuling Patriarch. Thinking of this, she replied in a low voice: "What does the fall of mortals have to do with me ten thousand years ago? I've been like this for five hundred years, and I shouldn't have imitated that dance at the Hundred Gods Banquet to cause so many incidents. ”

"Xiaoyu, you take this Falling Smoke Fairy to Caixia Hall to meet her sisters, and then arrange a rest place for her." Biyun nodded to a fairy beside him, and then said no more. The fairy, who was called Xiaoyu, walked up to Luo Yan and motioned for her to follow.

Luoyan had never seen Caixia Palace, and he was surprised when he saw it. The temple is on a hundred floors, and each floor is divided into more than a hundred small spaces, like a huge beehive, and countless fairies rest inside. They went in and out, and they all flew instead. Falling smoke is sealed by the gods to treat the sinful body, and cannot fly at will. Xiaoyu can only arrange for her to stay in a low place. When she stepped into the small room, she realized that the place was extremely narrow, only allowing a table and a chair, plus a high platform, which could accommodate a few changes of clothes.

Fairies don't need to sleep, so they only have a resting place. Luoyan has had the habit of sleeping for a hundred years, and this time it will be hard for her, no wonder being degraded to a fairy maid is also one of the divine punishments.

"You change the dress on the high platform, I'll wait outside the hall." After Xiao Yu finished speaking, she turned around and left.

She immediately changed into a dress. In fact, she had already noticed that all the fairies here were light green long skirts, without any flower and color embellishments, and they should be their uniform work clothes, and she was naturally no exception. After that, she followed Xiaoyu to the main hall of Fengyun Pavilion. On that day, the prosperous decoration of the Hundred Gods Banquet had been removed, and only an empty platform pavilion remained, hanging alone at the end of the Nine Heavens. Thousands of fairies flew in and out like bees, working hard to make nine-fold Xuanyi.

At this time, the smoke fell and I realized that this Xuanyi was a collection of high-quality white cloth from the people, hung in the sky, absorbed the aura of the god realm for hundreds of years, dyed the color of the morning glow and sunset, and then tailored according to the size of each god. It is said that the first god Jun Changxuan understood the hard work of the fairies, so he used "pure white" as the main tone of Xuanyi. If there is no special need, the clothes of the gods are mainly white, and there is no need to render, saving the fairies a little effort.

Looking at the fairies in green from afar, flying across the air with a cloth in hand, a few back and forth, the huge white cloth has covered the sky and the sun, drying the sky, and suddenly feeling ashamed of the smoke. Although they are lowly gods, they always dedicate themselves to the gods. Compared with them, they live in seclusion in Xianyu Mountain, and in retrospect, they have never done anything beneficial. This hundred years of divine punishment can also be regarded as giving her the opportunity to contribute her strength to the Protoss.

"When the smoke falls, you will be responsible for picking up the cloth." Xiaoyu commanded, and she readily agreed.

Since then, her other life in the divine realm has begun-

"Falling smoke! This way! As the fairy shouted, she immediately ran with a huge cloth on her shoulder, so that the fairy could hang upside down in the sky.

"Falling smoke! I want a horse too! The other fairy cried out, and she hurried to the other side with the cloth.

"Smoke down, put this away." Before the voice fell, a large piece of made cloth fell from the sky and enveloped her whole body. Crawling out of the cloth, she immediately rolled it up and sent it to the dressing room.

There is nothing but running, and there is only one hour of rest every day. The fairies have meager spiritual power, but they are enough to protect their bodies, and they do not know how to work day and night. And as a punished god, she is no different from mortals at this time, and the pain of fatigue is finally endured.

One day she had a chance to breathe, and she stood alone in Fengyun Pavilion to enjoy the scenery. The cloth on the horizon undulates between the sea of clouds, and the flavor is unique. The morning and evening clouds render white cloth, translucent and colorful. She couldn't help but think of the day of Shenjun's wedding, when Yinxue stepped on the clouds in a colorful Xuanyi. The silver snow at that moment was unique, and the god monarch at that time also really wanted to marry.

The wind swept through suddenly, and she was unprepared to be thrown from the Wind and Cloud Pavilion. This Nine Heavens Pavilion, even if the god falls, she is afraid that she will be scattered without a trace, not to mention that at this time she is just an empty shell god, without any protective power.

She was terrified, instinctively trying to grab the life-saving thing, but there were only floating clouds around her. At this time, the shadow of the temple was at his feet, dyed with the glow of the sun, red as blood. Between life and death, her hallucinatory memories reappeared:

Feather Ling's clothes are like angel wings, taking her from the top of the ninefold to the sea of blood of the gods and demons......

It turned out that in the battle between gods and demons five hundred years ago, she was a wait-and-see person, standing high on the zenith to watch the bloody battle from afar. The red candle burned out, and the god monarch Hengtian never returned to bed. She begged to die in front of her master, only to give up her memories because she didn't want to be controlled by him. How could she die like this now? A white cloth flew down rapidly, and she subconsciously clung to it. The cloth rolled up her body and brought it back to Fengyun Pavilion in an instant. She was shocked, and sat on the ground trembling slightly.

"Alas! Look at how much you toss, even a gust of wind can blow down the divine realm. Jiang Li's voice came, and then he fell in front of her, still holding the other end of the white cloth in his hand.

"Thanks for the rescue." She took a few deep breaths and gradually calmed down.

"Let's go and enjoy!" Jiang Li unceremoniously pulled her up from the ground and took off.

"I am a body of punishment, how can I leave this place?" She snapped.

"I said hello to Biyun and allowed you to go out." He replied with a smile.

She asked curiously, "How could she promise you?" ”

"She's an old friend, can you trust her?" He raised his eyebrows with a serious look.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter if I believe it or not. Where are you going? ”

He only smiled and did not speak, at this time, the pavilion of the Divine Monarch's dormitory loomed, and there was no need to ask again. He went to the Divine Monarch Hall just to see Changxuan. The closer you get to the Divine Monarch's dormitory, the darker it gets, and finally it is dark. The smoke falls and knows that the time of this god's dormitory is synchronized with the mortal world, and there is an alternation of day and night. Jiang Li chose to appear at this hour, and he knew that Shenjun was at ease somewhere again.

This time, Luoyan unceremoniously climbed onto the big bed and said in a daze: "Let me sleep, and I'll see Changxuan later." Then he fell asleep. She was so tired that her skeleton was scattered, and no matter how big it was, it couldn't compare to a comfortable sleep at the moment.

In a trance, I heard Jiang Li whisper: "Fig, if you don't get up again, you really won't have time." ”

She opened her eyes sleepily, then yawned a few times, and lazily replied, "Can you not look at it today?" ”

Jiang Li put a pill into her mouth and said with a smile: "This supplement body lì, hold on for a while." ”

They opened the Ancestral God Monarch Changxuan Memory Seal again. Under the guidance of Jiang Li's powerful and heavy divine power, her heartache seemed to be alleviated a lot, and she felt that she was becoming more and more able to control the mysterious power in her body.

In front of their eyes, Changxuan and the daughter of the Yuling clan fell into smoke again.

It was a dispute between Changxuan and Luoyan, at the top of Tianchi. The blue water is gentle and the breeze caresses the shore, but the scenery is peaceful, and the expression is sad.

"I won't allow you to go to the Protoss battlefield again!" Chang Xuan said angrily.

The king of heaven and earth is angry, the sky is shaking, and the water of the heavenly pool is rippling.

Although she is a mortal, she is not a mortal, and Luo Yan, the daughter of the Yuling Patriarch, only smiled indifferently: "What I want to do, even if it is a divine monarch, I can't interfere!" ”

"The gods are born to protect the gods, and they die without regrets. You are a mortal, how much blood can you save this god race? Changxuan's white hair was scattered, adding a little helplessness.

"Why can't you understand?!" Luoyan looked up at his respectful face without fear.

"Huh!" Chang Xuan sneered, "From now on, Hengtian will not take you to the battlefield again. ”

"Your business and mine's business have nothing to do with him! Even if there is no Hengtian, I will do what I want! She walked away.

This Tianchi is specially built by Changxuan for falling smoke. The power of the heavens to cross the ethereal fairy mountain, and then stand upside down in the clouds. Dig a huge pit to fill the holy water of the nine heavens, plant divine flowers and trees, and spread the time and the four seasons alternately enchantment. Skillfully won the magic skill, but it was exactly the same as the superb scenery in the mortal world, just because the smoke was used to the things in the mortal world. And on that day, she didn't appreciate half of the scenery, and angrily left Tianchi to enter the battlefield of gods and demons in the mortal realm, and saved countless injured people with her own blood.

It turns out that this Heavenly Pond of the Protoss is a place for the Divine Monarch and the Divine Concubine to relax. It was built 10,000 years ago, but the day it was completed was infinitely sad.

Changxuan waited for the day when the smoke fell and became a god, and she was officially given the position of god concubine. God cannot marry a stranger. And the Yuling clan is born to be a god.

Chang Xuan is determined to go against the sky, and he is destined to be in love. The ancient divine curse, even the god monarch cannot violate it.

The memory picture flows to the Shenhe Palace of the Divine Monarch Temple, the glazed wall is light-dyed and gold-dyed the palace, and the gorgeousness of 10,000 years ago is not lost today.

"Why didn't you sue me, they went north and south?!" The smoke rushed into the hall and smashed the purple sand cup in Changxuan's hand.

Looking at each other in despair, Chang Xuan said slowly: "Tens of thousands of demons have entered the Divine Monarch Palace, and Hengtian and Wuyan are still on the battlefield in the north and south with a large number of divine soldiers. ”

Luoyan froze in place, stunned and didn't know how to respond! She was angry that he didn't let her go to the northern and southern battlefields with her, but she didn't know that the demon had entered the Nine Heavens.

"The Feather Bell Clan has no power to resist the enemy, only the fate of being slaughtered. How can I watch them die from demons? He said extremely calmly, "Especially you." ”

She eventually fell to the ground.

"Smoke, do you understand me?" He stared at her.

The sound of fighting outside the hall was already ringing in the sky, so cruel that she did not hesitate for a moment. She got up and hugged Changxuan's isolated figure, and said softly: "Changxuan, no matter what you do, I have no opinion. ”

Changxuan immediately pulled her out of the Shenhe Palace. At this time, the Divine Monarch Hall had already been covered by dark clouds, thunder, and deafening sounds of fighting and fighting.

At the top of the Divine Monarch Palace, Changxuan and Luoyan stood hand in hand, looking at the Yuling tribe outside the Academy. When Chang Xuan flipped his hand, the entire tribe froze at that moment - there was no pain. The earth then broke into a deep valley, and the whole tribe sank to the bottom. The flood fell from the sky and entered the earth into a lake, which was later known as the Falling Smoke Lake.

He grabbed her waist and held her face with one hand, helpless and speechless, he could only kiss her red lips and carve the last trace of warmth. When the demon invaded the Academy, she resolutely pushed him away, without leaving a word, and jumped into the lake with a smile.

Fate mocked, when Chang Xuan was about to die with the entire Divine Monarch Palace, Hengtian and Wuyan still arrived in time to save Changxuan and the Divine Monarch Palace, but they could no longer save the Yuling Clan, and they couldn't save the smoke from falling back.

"Why did you destroy their souls and never be reborn?!" Hengtian roared angrily and slammed a palm directly into Chang Xuan's heart.

With the power of the earthquake, Chang Xuan took a few steps back, but did not fight back.

"It's the meaning of falling smoke. She must not leave any chance for the demons to manipulate the souls of her people! Wuyan flashed between them and said calmly.

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