I don't know when the old man monster has long disappeared, and he is allowed to wander in hell with Gongzilian. The stone slab along the way, she was hungry and thirsty, her skin was burned and ulcerated in countless places, and she couldn't bear to say a word. It wasn't until hundreds of miles below the eighteenth floor that she took a breath back and felt a hint of coolness. It turns out that the bottom of these eighteen floors is a temple. The shiny and smooth stone pillars supported a red sea flame, and there were no familiar divine flowers and divine grasses, only cold stone steps and stone platforms.

Gongzi Lian jumped over thousands of steps, up to a hundred stone pillars. There was a circular stone platform there, and a red flame was spewing out. A ball of blue crystal light floated in the air, floating slightly in the red flame. The ball of light is transparent and hollow, emitting a faint blue light, which is even more mysterious in the red flames. She suddenly thought of the "Hell God Flame", and remembered what she had mentioned during the tea banquet between Nameless and Gongzilian.

The ball of light is hollow, and the hell god fire should still be in the nameless hand.

"Hahaha, I can't imagine that Brother Gongzi will come back to me in the end!"

There was a burst of laughter in the air, and the red flame of Shitai burned more vigorously, rushing into the air for hundreds of feet, and finally gradually taking shape, which could distinguish limbs and faces, but still burned in the form of red flames. He's hellfire! At this time, he looked down on them from a height of 100 feet.

"Hehe, your flame power is too weak, even a mortal can go straight to eighteen, and your skin and bones are still intact." Gongzi Lian smiled, hugging her waist at the same time, and took off into the air, floating higher and squinting at the hellfire.

"Brother Gongzi is here today, are you still afraid that this flame will not heat up?"

"Nameless will follow her here." Gongzilian sneered and slammed her into the air.

The moment the hellfire caught her, she thought she would be burned to ashes in an instant. Unexpectedly, when the flaming arm caught her, it was lukewarm, with a bit of warmth. It turns out that without the divine fire, the hellfire is no longer a flame that can burn all things.

"Haha, good! The remnants of the eighteen hells are maintained, although they are not as good as before, but they are enough for a mortal to endure! Hellfire looked at her in the palm of his hand and smiled strangely.

"The living is worth more than the dead. You know? Gongzi Lian responded.

"Of course! The eighteen platforms are specially made for mortal bodies. She is not subject to capital crimes, and she cannot escape living crimes. Ha ha! ”

It turned out that hundreds of years later, the fire platform where the mortal Chu Muchen stood was so difficult to endure. She was like a piece of raw meat that could never be fried, tumbling in a scorched pan. The white skin begins to burn yellow and finally turns black. She smelled the drunken smell of burnt meat, which grew stronger and stronger. In fact, it was only a night long, but it was as empty and difficult as a hundred years. The ethereal almost wants to break away, and he keeps struggling in nightmares but can't wake up.

Suddenly there was a resentful guqin sound in my ears, or the song "parting". She seemed to smell the familiar fragrance of fat powder, and suddenly saw the colorful costumes and the busy crowd.

"This golden phoenix hairpin will return to you, the oath will not change, I will see you when I see it." Ai Xuanhuang's figure stood vaguely not far away, holding a golden phoenix hairpin and talking.

The golden phoenix hairpins of that year are no longer missing, and their mortal bones have melted into dust. Looking back now, I don't even have a name to mourn in my heart. Everything in this dream shouldn't have anything to do with her! The Seventh Lady shouldn't have anything to do with her!

Why can't she choose to leave freely? Is it the Seventh Lady or is she having something in mind?

There seemed to be a breeze blowing, and the pressure on my heart and the burning pain in my body instantly dissipated. She gained weak strength and opened her eyes slightly, only to see the sea of fire everywhere fade into the distance like a wave, and the silver pool appeared, filled with mist, and the pool was full of pink lotus and light green lotus leaves. Several women in pink dresses danced, and the transparent light gauze ribbons sometimes flew high, sometimes swirled, and sometimes scattered into a hundred flowers.

The pink lotus in the pond gradually bloomed, and a woman hidden in the stamen woke up like a baby, grew, and finally jumped into the air and twisted and stretched her boneless body. With those eyebrows, eyes and red lips, she exhaled a name in her heart, "Feng Feitian Dance".

The sky dances dizzy, and the dragon spins. The clouds fluttered, and two dragons loomed. And in the distance, a transparent woman with blue lips and silver silk is watching quietly, her lips are moving slightly, and the chorus singing is actually the song "Parting"!

Is that woman the goddess Aichen? The Eight Great Divine Ancestors were made by Yu Guang, the work of the Emperor of Heaven in his spare time, but it was the pursuit of the ancestor of the human race, Yifan, who refused to give up?

Is it a phantom? When her life was almost exhausted, why did she see the goddess Aichen?

The sound of the fairy suddenly stopped, and the goddess Ai Chen moved her shadowless body slightly and slowly got up. The dancing fairy stopped in vain, retreated to the side and bowed his head in waiting. The pink lotus green leaves follow the float to give way, and the pond water freezes into the way, as if eagerly waiting for the goddess to step on foot.

However, the goddess Ai Chen did not move, only raised her silver light arm and called softly: "Tianwu, you come here." ”

Feng Feitian danced like a pink lotus falling in front of Ai Chen, smiling silently.

"This dance with this song is very beautiful. It is said that this bead can increase spirituality, and you can wear it. ”

Ai Chen's right hand shook slightly, and a shining pearl had been printed on Feng Tianfeiwu's chest. Seeing Feng Tianfei's expression shocked, he immediately knelt down on half a knee and said in surprise: "The goddess can't, this pearl is the heaven and earth divine pearl given to the goddess by the Emperor of Heaven." Sky Dance is not allowed to be carried. ”

"It doesn't matter! There are countless Heavenly Emperor Divine Beads, and there is no shortage of this grain. Ai Chen smiled.

With such words, Feng Feitianwu's expression gradually slowed down, and a smile flashed in his clear eyes.

"Xiaoguan, come over too." Ai Chen suddenly turned around and looked into the distance.

Above the flames of hell, she was shocked when she had been watching in a daze. Isn't Xiao Yun, who walked out slowly among the dancing women, the delicate body of the Seventh Lady? No wonder the illusion is so real, it turned out to be the past of the Seventh Lady.

"Although you have not fully cultivated into a god, you have excellent talents, and you can make music. In the future, you can study with the heavenly dance for a hundred years, and the attainment of God is just around the corner. This parting song is given to me, okay? ”

Xiao Yun nodded again and again, and immediately knelt down to worship Feng Feitian Dance. Being able to enter the Divine Dance Hall of the Nine Heavens is the dream of many dancing fairies. It turns out that the Seventh Lady is a dancing fairy under the name of the goddess Ai Chen. Although he was born a demon, he cultivated God from good! From the Heavenly Realm Yao Chi to the Divine Dance Palace of the Three Halls of the Divine Monarch, a hundred years of laughter and penance, Xiao Qixiu has fallen full of charm and charm.

The illusion suddenly changed, the wind swelled, and the sand and stones and dead leaves rushed towards you. The passing jungle and the neighing of horses accompanied by the sound of hooves, she sat on top of a galloping horse herself. Suddenly, the sound of the horse was piercing and high, and the tall horse climbed up the cliff with her, falling into a sea of red blood. The strange rocks are craggy, crawling with thick vines, and the bloom is indeed a crimson rose. Tens of thousands of floating corpses floated in blood, not the human race, but the fox clan with red and purple fur.

This had to remind her of the blood pool! Rose petals fluttered like rain, and the thousand-year-old chant of the demon world came lightly in the air:

The golden jade hall is three feet cold,

The soul of Yan is gone, and the king has not returned;

A silver kettle, a cup of tea,

Affection parasites are crippled.

When I met the flower soul, I saw that her life was desolate outside of Hengmeng. Unexpectedly, when I fell asleep now, in the memory of the Seventh Lady, I saw the newborn blood pool, which was originally condensed from the blood of the Red Fox Demon. Looking at Feng Wan in the illusion, he cried and kept looking at the corpse of the red fox, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was calling the names of his relatives! Her body and mind merged, followed by an inexplicable tingling, the hot blood in her body churned, gushing out of the seven orifices!

"Little Lord, I'm finally ...... Wait until...... You ......"

Between the cliff walls, among the vine flowers, there was a faint trill. As if desperate to find hope, Feng Wan swam towards the pronunciation, carefully picked up the pile of roses and thorns, and saw a dying little red fox. The flesh and blood all over his body were blurred, and he was already unable to move, only the trembling eyelids showed a trace of vitality.

"Red ...... ......"

She whispered the name and stretched out her trembling hands to pick her up. The red fox shook his head with difficulty, staring down at his body. Suddenly, there was a "squeak" sound, and a young fox poked out its nose, its eyes still closed, and its fluff was wet, apparently just born. The fist-sized head kept moving, as if it smelled her.

"She's—"

"The little lord's own sister, Mrs. named her on her deathbed - Bailing!"

"A lark who has been reborn in the dark!"

At that moment, tears burst out of my eyes, and I could feel the world when I saw the remaining young life in the pool of death. Suddenly, there were several sharp air sounds, like sharp weapons cutting through the sky, and flying with remnant blood petals. Feng Wan immediately turned around and wanted to catch the sharp weapon with his bare hands! Although he couldn't see what was flying, he was determined to protect his life behind him with death.

"Demon of Cultivating Gods?!"

Immediately after that, there was a suspicious sound, and countless wheel hidden weapons suddenly stopped in front of her as if they had triumphed, still "sneering" and spinning, as if waiting to attack at any time. Feng Wan looked for prestige, and saw a beautiful man with a golden crown and long hair standing not far away, with one eye slanted upwards and thick and sexy lips. The golden silk clothes are wrapped around her body, and she is holding a golden sword and pointing at her.

Feng Guan clenched his fists, desperately suppressing the anger in his heart! Only a trace of coldness flashed on his face, there is no doubt that the other party is friend or foe!

"Haha, I'm not against God. This place is my Demon King's territory, you'd better disappear immediately! ”

"I'm going to take them away!"

After a hundred years of cultivation in the God Realm, she is just a dancing fairy. Although he is protected by his spirit, how can he face the battle with the weakness of his hand bones? It's not a pity to die by yourself, but you can't help but save the newborn sister and the red girl who desperately fights each other.

"Hahahaha, to create a blood pool and cultivate the demon spirit blood curse, you need ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine nine phoenix red foxes. I've been waiting for this last born for tens of thousands of years! Do you think I'll let her go? ”

"Hehe, there are eight great gods and goddesses in the heavenly realm, Ai Chen! Since I went to the Temple of the Divine Dance, I have been able to get down this pool of blood! If I die here today and kill the Dancing Heavenly Goddess, how many more lives do you have left to cultivate? She looked up at the sky, and her face was indifferent.

Privately going to the lower realm is already a capital crime, even if the divine realm does not protect it, you can't admit defeat at this moment!

"Haha! Don't kill it! The man's golden sword crossed the air, and with a long laugh, he turned around and jumped onto the cliff.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, hundreds of spinners roared. She can dodge instinctively, but fortunately she has practiced for a hundred years, her dance steps are light, and she is also comfortable in maneuvering between sharp weapons. Despite this, there are still countless sharp weapons to find gaps, wipe the skin and flesh, but do not hurt the tendons! After dozens of rounds, the skirt has long been torn, hundreds of wounds have become scars, and the blood-stained pink clothes are in pain.

She suddenly understood the meaning of "don't kill"! But it will hurt until it can't resist!