The remnant sun and snow, everyone's heartache, how can it be healed?

Standing on the top of a snowy mountain, looking into the distance, my thoughts drifting away. I don't know why, a tear slipped down and dripped into my heart.

"Han'er," a man opened his eyes and looked at the sky in a quiet, bamboo forest. A bird perched on its shoulder, thinking thoughtfully about what? After a while, he closed his eyes and rested. It's not time yet.

Qi Youhan looked into the distance, a remnant sun was slowly falling, and a tingling pain in her brain made her squat down and cover her head, what's going on? "Ahh She kept her head up, facing the sky, until the pain on her face slowly dissipated, and then she opened her eyes, and her purple pupils changed color and returned.

Looking at the sunset, I don't know weishenme! When I saw the red light, I couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in my heart, and my eyes were all red, red like blood, and I didn't know what to break free from in my mind. Pale and weak, red lips have lost their former rosiness. Just now, she saw a blurry image in the sunset, the blood flowed like a river, the cities disappeared one after another, people struggled in the fight, roaring, helplessly, it was also Tulao, just like the sky a few days ago when the remnants of the abyss appeared, the destruction of the remnants of the abyss, the red blood on the other side of the flowers blooming, devouring everything... I couldn't help but tremble, turned around and wanted to leave, but I didn't want to, the pain came to her so well that she rolled down the snowy mountain. Zuihou falls into a coma.

At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a bruised Qi Youhan woke up, moved, and the pain came. She frowned slightly, closed her eyes, and soon after, a thin blue light surrounded her, and her figure began to become nothing. "The sunset is red, a hundred steps away, the historical records prophecy, step in, the smoke of the troubled times, the willing to cut and fall, the autumn wind tells the cold, the shadow pavilion falls, the words sacrifice the tide of the sun, and the blood is dyed." An ancient, distant voice sounded in her head, concise but with a suffocating secret. The thin light began to fade, and the head was bowed, Qi Youhan raised his head, supported the ground with his right hand, and stood up, "Huh" exhaled lightly, walked away, looked back at the sunset, and his eyes were complicated, "Whether it is the troubled times or the prophecy of a hundred sparrows, it is a game of life." "The silk flutters in the wind, the light blue and purple hair is let the wind blow, and the sunset slowly sets, but in the hearts of some people, it has not fallen.

Hanqin, the main hall is radiant, the clouds and mist shroud it, not letting the world know its existence, and the address of the ruins of the three mountains, no one knows, the so-called Hanqin is the trace of the sky, the valley of the wind, the wasteland snow three liliang gathered the snow of the sky. The ancient moon and sun seal wheel inside is gradually changing its trajectory, gradually separating, deviating. But it was soon pulled back into place by a liliang, covered with a thin layer of ice.

"The sun and moon wheel is also deviating from the trajectory, the smoke of war is slowly ignishing, no one can escape, the history of the remnants of the abyss will repeat itself, weak and incompetent human beings, can only become victims, awaken the pure blood of that race, subvert the situation, you should also come back this time, continue the rest of the endless dreams." The old voice poured out, calling for the one who broke free from the dream, and let her fall asleep. Only in this way can the flames of war be delayed.

Demon Spirit Island, Liulitai, the voice sounded again. "The thousand-year-old seal is finally about to open, and the sunset is slowly changing, when it turns into a bewitching blood, it is when I come back to destroy the world, nine thousand years of waiting." The man in the darkness opened his golden pupils and could not see his face clearly. "Caiyun, go and find my other three souls and six spirits for me, and mistakenly find them when the blood covers the entire sun." The voice was excited, but not hateful.

Star City, the two armies looked at each other, Xingling's cold gaze swept over the two, and Zuihou stayed on the ground.

"Xi'er" Xingling's eyes flashed with tears, and he flew up to capture his brother's corpse and carefully stroked his brother's face. Zuihou stops on his chest and is empty! His heart was gone, and what made him even more unacceptable was that his younger brother was shattered in his arms, turning into starlight and disappearing little by little. Get up and look at it, and your eyes stop!

"High Priest, be careful." Beiyan exclaimed! I couldn't save the general, but I can't let the high priest have an accident!

"Stand down. Tonight, I will sacrifice Ciel with their blood. Xingling's long sleeves flicked, and the water sleeves swung out, penetrating the soldiers and horses that were close to him, and the water sleeves were not stained with a trace of blood, and they were drawn from their chests, and the blood burst out from their chests and splashed.

"The High Priest never made a move, and today, the death of the General! Let her break her oath. Beiyan lowered his face! Staring at Leng Ai Xi. He knew that the high priest was going to slaughter. One by one, they flew up the wall.

"It's so murderous, you picked the wrong object this time!" Leng Ai Xi helped Ruan Yi and looked at the woman who was fighting among the soldiers and horses! "What are you doing with so much nonsense? Find a way to leave, if the blow just now wasn't for the jade on the neck of the dead man! I'm afraid I'm not crippled, and I'll have to stay in bed for months. Ruan Yi spat out a mouthful of blood, damn it! Dying man, liliang is still so strong! If it weren't too light! I won't be able to withstand that woman's blow!

"Do you think you can still go! Killed my brother and wanted to leave. Xingling clasped his hands together, and a faint golden light rose. In the name of the descendants of a hundred birds, I call the Tianlan Wheel of Life. Her left hand was tucked in front of her chest, and her right hand was drawn in front of her with strange golden letters, which began to circle around her body as the golden letters appeared.

Bolan Valley, Han Junxiao, who was tasting tea, shook his hand, the teacup fell to the ground, smashed it, and immediately used light power, stepped on the stone chair and tapped the branches with his strength, and flew into the attic. Kicked open the door, stretched out her right hand, and with a flick of her fingers, a book came out, and before she checked it, the book opened automatically, and no matter what method she used, she couldn't stop.

In the City of Stars, the light of the stars around them gradually turned red, and everyone watched the golden circle grow bigger and bigger.

"This woman is crazy." Chuan Qi yelled and stepped back. The two quickly backed away. The face is pale, the hundred sparrows, the Shenguan clan, the Tianlan life wheel, the ancient gods.

As Liliang increased, the people who didn't have time to retreat were crushed, blood splattered, and those who were running were swept through their bodies by the light that burst out. The two who were originally retreating were stunned and knelt on one knee.

"The price you have to pay for killing Ci'er is not something you can bear." Xingling's right hand arced from her chest to the outside, and a ball of light then separated, exploding on her right hand, radiant radiance, penetrating through one body after another, a heavy smell of blood wafted out, and as the number of dead people increased, her eyes became blood-red.

The palm of the left hand is slowly facing down from the chest, the index finger is tapped, and the golden word circle in front of it is streamlined, spreading out in all directions, erasing the lives and blooming like flowers.

The two of them looked at Xingling in the light in shock, looked at each other, and quickly got up and attacked her in two different directions. Fight, maybe there is still a glimmer of life. The fan left his hand, spun and flew towards her, Ruan Yi fell a purple sword from his sleeve, spun in the air, jumped up on his feet, took one, the sword qi hit Xingling directly, and the fan turned into ten when it approached, and ten different directions attacked her.

"Humph! The dead still dare to struggle. Tap the ground, and move quickly forward, "Ha! The hand hit Leng Aixi's body again and again, and quickly dodged, Ruan Yi's sword swung again, Xingling turned around and held the sword in both hands, the corners of his mouth smiled, and a faint golden light spread along the sword. As soon as Leng Aixi landed, he waved his hand forward, and a row of fans appeared, flying towards Xingling under his control.

Xingling's eyes were cold, and he instantly let go of his hand, kicked him away with a kick back, and then pressed back, and the fan rubbed against his face. As soon as the body rotated, the hands intersected, and the sword formed by two internal forces appeared.

"He" spread his hands apart, and the two swords swept towards Ruan Yi, Leng Ai stood up with difficulty, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Damn it! I can't help with Ben anymore.

Leng Aixi frowned, turned over, pointed to the ground with his hand, dodged it, and landed gently, Leng Aixi glanced at Feng Ruan Yi, "shabu", and a fan came out of his hand, opened, emerald green, glowing with a faint green light.

"Emerald Fan." Xingling squinted, good fellow. The right hand was slowly raised, and with a slight hook of fingers, Ruan Yi was lifted out of thin air.

"Let him go." Leng Ai Xi stepped forward.

"Let him go? Why? Xingling sneered, Xi'er, my sister is torturing him to avenge you. Thinking of his dead brother, the red in his eyes became more and more vivid.

"Let him go, you can do whatever I want." The fan in Leng Aixi's hand disappeared, clenched his fists, and looked at his younger brother who was struggling.

"Can you keep Ciel alive! You can't! Then, it's up to him to taste Xi'er's pain. Xingling sneered and shook his fingers.

"Ahh Ruan Yi screamed, it hurt so much, his body seemed to be crushed.

"Nope! Let him go! Leng Ai couldn't bear it, he didn't care about anything, he rushed forward, extremely fast, picked up the sword on the ground, and swung it towards Xingling, the sword qi wave after wave, he couldn't dodge, he was cut by the sword qi, and the blood slowly flowed down.

"Didn't you want me to let him go! All right! Xingling said while hitting back, flicked his right hand, let go of his fingers, and the person in mid-air was thrown out.

Leng Ai saw it, threw away the sword in his hand, and flew to catch him. Thinking about it, a hand came out of his head, and when he looked sideways, Xingling's mouth hooked up a cruel smile, and his right hand was raised again, and he was caught together with Feng.

"The pain is up to you to taste together!" The fingers were clenched, and the eyes were full of disdain. The faces of the two men turned pale, and the scriptures were speechless. Suddenly let go of his hand, his fingers were around, and the person who fell was provoked, dodged and attacked, and the two were like puppets, attacked by her, and fell and kicked up by her. zuihou, both hands clapped, two hands appeared out of thin air and slapped together, the two of them were slapped like cakes, pain, instantly changed the whole body, the air flow in the body was running around, and the nerves were pulled. All of them watched in horror.

At this moment, a streamer came out of thin air, shattering the hands, the two fell from the air, Xingling was stunned, everyone came back to their senses, who is it?

At this time, light blue snowflakes drifted in the sky, and next to them, a whirlpool gradually appeared, and a powerful liliang surged, and everyone looked at it! Xingling's eyes widened, so familiar, but so strange, who is she?