Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong took off their coats and put on a magic robe again.

The ability of the season is far beyond their imagination.

Wen Chunxiang thinks that he has lived for many years, but Ji Xie has lived longer than him, longer, and more years than he has seen. When Ji Xie was not afraid of life and death and threw all the qiē away, no one could stop him.

Xie Zhenghong faintly felt that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.

His memory is limited, and all he can remember is a few things about Wen Chunxiang.

The life of Shenxiu Guoshi was too far away from him.

Ji Xie watched Wen Chunxiang and Xie Zhenghong put on another robe without changing his face, and said slowly, "The double cultivation ceremony has been held, and it shouldn't be what happens when the two of you change their robes." ”

"Then I should thank you?" Wen Chunxiang smiled angrily.

"Don't dare to be." Ji Xie shook his head lightly and looked at Xie Zhenghong, "Although I don't know who you are, it is estimated that it is not easy to look at it." And you seem to know a little bit about me before, so that's even better. "Regardless of whether Xie Zhenghong is a monk or not, he has the right to be the other party.

Even if the man was really standing in front of him, he wouldn't recognize it.

It doesn't seem unjust to have such two monks to accompany you.

Ji Xie sighed softly, and the slasher in his hand let out a sword sound.

With a "bang", the aura in the air seemed to be completely attracted by an invisible force, and countless aura vortices were formed in an instant, attacking Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang in all directions.

Wen Chunxiang had just finished absorbing the emperor's slurry, and it was when the aura was sufficient, he drank lightly, and the demonic qi behind him suddenly became several times richer, the demonic smoke was billowing, and a huge force rose around him, completely facing those aura whirlpools.

Looking at Xie Zhenghong again, he knew that Ji Xie was not easy to deal with, and he needed to join forces with his predecessors to have a five-point chance, so he followed all kinds of powerful Dao methods in his memory and kept fighting. There were countless qi condensations under his feet, and all kinds of void phases flashed one by one, accompanied by grand coercion, rushing towards the sky along the void phase, head-on towards the blood light. The islands and landmasses within a radius of 10,000 miles collapsed and soon razed to the ground.

The blood light in the sky shook a little, and it seemed that it was also pressed by this side of the qi, and it was a little unbearable.

However, even if the momentum is monstrous, it is just a warm-up scene among these three people.

Wen Chunxiang knew that Ji Xie was not easy to deal with, so when his divine sense manipulated the demonic qi on his body, he was constantly casting various magic decisions in his hands. He has learned a hundred schools, and all kinds of miscellaneous studies are all proficient, and at this moment, he deliberately selected and combined, and the power is even more amazing!

Wen Chunxiang drew a rune in the air with one hand, and the bright red Dan pattern flashed the red mangs of the debut path, and with the push of the Buddhist handprint, it was even more wonderful.

"Good!"

Ji Xie's eyes lit up, and he floated up, his sleeve robe shook slightly, but thousands of sword lights came out of thin air, like moonlight, light and fire were intertwined, and the sky was full of deafening loud sounds.

Wen Chunxiang saw that he was coming over, and knew that there was no way to escape, so he simply rushed forward directly, and directly carried the sword, the spells in his hands did not stop, and his backhand hit Ji Xie, and in just half a breath, hundreds of spells had already been produced.

Similarly, Xie Zhenghong's Rulai Divine Palm and the Impermanence Seal of All Lines had reached Ji Xie at some point, and they were menacing, as if they were going to sink him to the bottom in the next moment.

The blood and qi in the sky were constantly churning, and it seemed that it was also affected by this fight, and it was difficult to calm down.

In front, Xie Zhenghong blocked the way, and then Wen Chunxiang made a move.

Even if Ji Xie and Chop Cangsheng have a tacit understanding, they will inevitably be hit a few times.

"Good!"

Ji Xie smiled and praised, "The two of them are worthy of being double cultivators. ”

Before the words fell, the roaring sword qi of the sword body of the slashing sword body was suddenly used, and the torrent surged, rolling out, shaking the sky and the earth!

Xie Zhenghong and Wen Chunxiang only felt that the qi around them suddenly became obscure, and it was difficult to continue, and their hearts couldn't help but shake a little.

Outside of this sword qi, there were countless blood qi descending and intertwining, and evil thoughts filled the entire sky.

Such a pure and powerful evil thought is even more difficult to resist.

"Wen Chunxiang, do you remember how the mortal who raised you died back then?" Ji Xie's voice suddenly became far away.

"What does it have to do with you?" Wen Chunxiang sneered, threw out a divine light on each side, and flew towards Ji Xie.

The sword in Ji Xie's hand was slightly sideways, cutting off the two divine lights, and said unhurriedly, "It was because of you that I died." ”

"You don't have to worry about this!" Wen Chunxiang's heart tightened, but he stepped forward without showing his expression, and raised his hand to kill him.

"Really?" Ji Xie smiled playfully, "Go!" As the words fell, a ball of light flew out of his hand and flew towards Wen Chunxiang. Wen Chunxiang's expression moved slightly, and the secret trick was too simple, and he blocked it with a backhand at will, shattering the light cluster. However, as soon as the palm of the hand touched, he sensed that something was wrong.

It's not an attack spell, it's a recording hedron.

Wen Chunxiang had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the voice that immediately belonged to Xing Kaichang gradually sounded.

"Wen Chunxiang, do you know that before the demon cultivator entered the cultivation realm and transformed, he could only be called a goblin in the mortal world. Fairies, elves too. Spirits can only feed on people's anger, so there are often people in the mortal world who say that demons have different paths. Xing Kaichang's appearance was clearly engraved by the recorded spar, and the pity and ridicule on his face were almost full of malice.

"I don't know what kind of intersection you have had with that mortal, but if he suddenly becomes seriously ill and dies one day, it must be because of you."

"Wen Chunxiang, you are a mortal person, an ordinary peony, a mortal branch, how can you communicate with heaven and earth and ascend to immortal?" When Xing Kaichang burned this record spar, he seemed to be able to imagine Wen Chunxiang's expression, and his eyes bloomed with brilliance, "You killed that mortal, that's why you were struck by the heavenly thunder, and you turned from white to black, because that was your sin!" ”

"You killed that mortal, killed my senior brother Song Qing, and now, you will also kill your Xie Zhenghong!"

"How can a person who is haunted by demonic energy enjoy the blessing of ascension?"

"Look for death!" Wen Chunxiang's face changed drastically, and with a wave of his hand, he completely destroyed the record spar. However, the anxiety in my heart is expanding more and more, and it is difficult to ignore it anymore.

When the old monk was in good health, why did he suddenly become seriously ill?

Why did it happen to be the time when he took shape?

With those meager auras in the mortal world, can they really support his transformation?

Over the years, Wen Chunxiang has not thought about this problem, but he does not dare to think about it.

He deliberately made himself forget the past, was it really just because he couldn't see the last time the old monk saw him? No, it's not, because he's guilty, he's afraid!

Even after knowing that Xie Zhenghong was an old monk, he didn't dare to ask.

originally thought that this problem would follow him to the end and be brought to the grave, but he didn't want to be exposed by a long-dead Xing Kaichang at this moment.

The entanglement between him and the little monk is not a beautiful mutual rescue, but his nature as a demon cultivator has harmed people's lives.

Buddha cultivation and demon cultivation, can't they really be together?

No, he didn't believe it!

Wen Chunxiang's eyes were red again, and the demonic qi on his body began to turbulent.

Emperor Flowing Pulp boosted Wen Chunxiang's strength, but it also boosted his demonic spirit.

Back then, he used a pot of Baihua wine to provoke Wen Chunxiang's demonic energy, and now this pure and powerful evil thought is even more combined with Wen Chunxiang's demonic energy, plus Wen Chunxiang's Dao heart is fragile at this time, and by coincidence, those demonic qi suddenly broke Wen Chunxiang's suppression and was pulled out.

Back then, he pretended to be Ji Xie and Wen Chunxiang and said that he urgently needed demonic energy to balance his blood, which was not a lie.

Although the two are different, they are both evil thoughts of people, evil spirits of heaven and earth, and they have the same end.

Blood and qi filled this world, and it was impossible for Wen Chunxiang, who was in this world, not to be affected. Demon cultivators are the most susceptible to external influences.

What's more, Wen Chunxiang's body was originally balanced by the demonic qi and the Buddha's skills, but the inflow of the emperor's slurry broke this balance.

But if there was no Emperor Flowing Pulp, he would not have been able to escape Ji Xie's hand before.

Isn't it heaven to drink and peck at it?

"Wen Chunxiang, have you escaped for a while, for a lifetime? Do you dare, dare to ask the little monk face to face, what happened back then is really such a beautiful memory, not mixed with other unspeakable things? ”

Wen Chunxiang only felt that someone in his head kept talking.

That's his inner demon.

has been deliberately ignored by him, but he really has zài's inner demons.

From the moment Xing Kaichang appeared, no, even earlier, from the moment he knew that Xie Zhenghong was an old monk, and from the moment he knew that one day, all the qiē would be revealed to the world, the demons in his heart had been quietly born.

Xie Zhenghong thought that he quietly entered his dream, snooped on the memories and left no traces. But Wen Chunxiang is Wen Chunxiang after all, and Xie Zhenghong called him a "senior" for so many years, naturally it was not in vain. How is it possible for someone to recover all the memories of their past lives? At best, the little monk was only a little bit of bits and pieces, and the rest might be his dream memories.

But whether it's a person or a demon cultivator, some memories will always be beautified.

Just as Xie Zhenghong saw that the days when he got along with the old monk and Song Qing were always without any quarrels, but full of peace and happiness.

No, he wasn't that innocent, not so innocent.

"Senior, calm down!" Xie Zhenghong obviously also heard what was said in the recorded spar, and immediately came over to explain to Wen Chunxiang. It wasn't Wen Chunxiang's fault, but he didn't get what he was looking for, and Wen Chunxiang was just a guide, fire, and rope at best.

But Wen Chunxiang didn't listen to it at this moment.

What the monk fears the most, apart from the heavenly calamity, is the inner demons.

This record spar left a total of two pieces that year, Xing Kaichang kept one for himself and gave one to Chop Cangsheng, in order to lure out Wen Chunxiang's inner demons. But it's a pity that Xing Kaichang didn't calculate that Xie Zhenghong was the reincarnation of his senior brother Song Qing, and he directly broke his opening, so that he never had the opportunity to use the record spar again.

And now, it still comes in handy.

Xie Zhenghong was about to explain, but Tianlei smashed open a hole in the bloody sky and came straight at Xie Zhenghong.

Heaven has the power of heaven, and some things cannot be declared.

“…… Stay back! ”

Wen Chunxiang felt the murderous aura suddenly emerging from his body, and pushed Xie Zhenghong away with a busy palm, the color of his red eyes became more transparent, the robes on his body were hunting, and the demonic qi poured out.

The devil is in the body!

Wen Chunxiang's consciousness began to gradually become confused.

No!

How can it be at such a critical juncture? The little monk is still waiting for him!

[I won't wait for you, if your little monk knew about the year of Yiqiē, do you think he will forgive you? You are also proficient in the Dharma, you should know how difficult it is for a Buddha to accumulate merit in reincarnation! 】

[Buddha cultivation and demon cultivation are impossible to be together. Don't you understand this truth? 】

Wen Chunxiang's eyes finally turned completely red.

In an instant, countless demonic qi vibrated and wails were endless.

The blood light in the sky shook rapidly for a moment, and all kinds of hoarse and resentful sounds began to emit.

With the thunder against Xie Zhenghong, soon, the thunder that dealt with Ji Xie also fell directly.

When the two are combined, the power soars several times.

Each one was a ninety-nine heavenly thunder, and the purple-red electric light penetrated the heavens and the earth, splitting those blood light demonic qi into pieces.

Naturally, there were bursts of painful wails.

The magic sound is nothing more than that.

"It's ugly!"

Jinghuo couldn't help but cover his ears.

There are only two colors left in the big world of the slanting sun, there is the pain of innocents being killed and sacrificed, there is the pain of suppressing ten thousand years of evil qi, countless figures rushed out from the blood light and demonic energy, standing densely on both sides, wailing vigorously, and constantly moving, leaping around, completely unpredictable where they would appear in the next moment.

Boom Boom!

The thunder in the sky was heavier.

The various sounds mingled together in an almost unbearable pain for the monk.

However, the demonic aura on Wen Chunxiang's body became heavier and heavier, and his body even began to gradually diffuse the fragrance of flowers, and the shadow of the peony behind him loomed, and his face was covered with patterns of demonic energy, which looked weird and charming.

"Senpai!"

Xie Zhenghong noticed that something was wrong with Wen Chunxiang, and immediately wanted to step forward to stop it.

However, before his body could move, the demonic qi automatically rushed up, rushing towards Xie Zhenghong in all directions.

They have been suppressed by Wen Chunxiang for many years, and at this moment they finally have a chance to breathe freely, even if they are completely sanity, they also know that they can't let this Buddha person get close to Wen Chunxiang!

"Xie Zhenghong, I heard that Buddhism has a saying that you feed demons with your body. If the demonic energy on Wen Chunxiang's body is not removed, he will not be able to soar for a day, and one day he will not be able to escape the sanctions of the Heavenly Dao and die under the thunder of the sky. Since you are the reincarnation of a Buddha and an immortal, your merits are boundless, why don't you try to feed the demons with your body and get rid of the demonic energy on Wen Chunxiang's body with your own body? Ji Xie persuaded seriously, and there was even some compassion on his face, "It's better to be sparse, Wen Chunxiang has suppressed the demonic energy for a while, and he can't suppress it for a lifetime." Emperor Flow, you shouldn't give it to him. ”

How can there be the best of both worlds in this world?

Even if there are nobles to help when Wenchun Xiangshan is exhausted, it is a person who should have died long ago after all.

What about double monks?

The connection of luck can indeed save Wen Chunxiang's life, but it also means that Xie Zhenghong's own luck will be weakened.

In other words, if Wen Chunxiang dies, Xie Zhenghong will either cultivate to a big fall and all sentient beings will have no hope, or he will break off his love, the six roots will be pure, and he will ascend to Buddhahood? Similarly, if Xie Zhenghong died, it would be even more impossible for Wen Chunxiang, a person who should have died a long time ago, to survive.

"Wouldn't it be a pity if you can't live and die together?"

Ji Xie's fingers gently wiped the sword body of the slashing Cangsheng, and said seriously.

"Senpai, Senpai!"

With Xie Zhenghong's shouting, something seemed to loosen in the sea of knowledge.

Behind the Buddha's light is bright, the light is bright, as if a Milky Way has opened behind him, and countless spiritual energy flies from the land of thousands of mountains and rivers, which also contains the heavy energy of various mountains and water. The qi reflected the mountains and rivers, shining brightly, but at the same time, the blood light and demonic energy were a lot dimmer.

Terrible!

Ji Xie closed his eyes slightly, his hands were on the hilt of the sword that slashed Cangsheng, and he began to look for Xie Zhenghong's flaws with his own feelings.

In the years of decay of heaven and man, and the decline of vision, Ji Xie has learned all kinds of techniques to defeat the enemy.

Xie Zhenghong's luck is endless, and his merits are even stronger, if he changes to ordinary people, this blood light and demonic energy have already devoured the other party cleanly, but after Xie Zhenghong, it is a stalemate and unsustainable.

If Ji Xie had just regarded Xie Zhenghong as the monk who had caused him to become like this back then, he would have already determined most of it in his heart at this time.

Even if he didn't remember who he was, he was sure that he would never be weaker than he was now.

So how could the monk who caused him to be so far an ordinary person?

It just so happens that this Xie Zhenghong in front of him happens to be that special person.

Is this really just a coincidence?

Ji Xie didn't believe it.

He didn't make much movement when he held the hand of the slasher, but moved a small inch slightly.

The subtle ones are almost impossible to spot.

Ji Xie's attainments in swordsmanship are already close to the Tao.

With his current physical state, he can only swing such a sword.

A sword that is enough to reverse the outcome of this fight!

Mu Zhu and Yan Qiao felt a coercion almost at the same time, it was almost imperceptible, but it really gave the two of them an almost terrifying sense of oppression.

Ji Xie's most powerful sword, there is no great momentum, there is no amazing glow.

It's just gentle, with a hint of a breeze!

The Great Dao is invisible, so isn't the sword closest to the Dao also invisible?

Xie Zhenghong was about to resist the erosion of demonic energy, but he seemed to suddenly sense something.

I was stunned.

The impermanence of the lines that support the body gradually ripples like ripples.

With a thud, it shattered.

Will the formless and formless Dharma seal be shattered?

A drop of blood flowed from the corner of Xie Zhenghong's eyes, his face quickly darkened, the spiritual apertures around his body were all broken, and countless spiritual qi rushed out of Xie Zhenghong's body.

The Yuan Ying in the sea of knowledge let out a silent wail and shrunk several times.

The Dharma seal is the foundation of Buddhist cultivation, and it is Xie Zhenghong's physical and mental connection.

Time is a hurdle that can never be crossed by monks.

Xie Zhenghong's time in this life is less than a fraction of Ji Xie's. That's the distance between them. The same is true for Wen Chunxiang.

Xie Zhenghong's qi suddenly dissipated, and he soon fell.

In the process of falling, the lotus mark on Xie Zhenghong's right hand flashed, spreading along his wrist to his chest, protecting his heart under the sword that was almost Dao.

"Senpai!"

Xie Zhenghong turned his head with difficulty and looked at Wen Chunxiang on the side.

Wen Chunxiang suddenly felt a pain all over his body, as if there were countless sword lights in his body that were constantly piercing and shattering, from bones to tendons, from divine consciousness to Yuan Ying, all of them were extremely devastated at the same time.

It's unbearable!

Why does it hurt so much?

Wen Chunxiang thought after realizing that he should not have been hit at this moment.

…… It's a parchment roll!

Just like when Xie Zhenghong desperately rescued him, his body couldn't help but feel the pain Xie Zhenghong suffered at that time. So at this moment, is it him or Xie Zhenghong who is suffering?

Wen Chunxiang's sanity came back all of a sudden!

At the critical moment, he was actually controlled by the heart demon?

"You're awake, but it seems a little late."

Wen Chunxiang thought of a possibility in his heart, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Xie Zhenghong constantly falling in front of him.

"You killed that mortal, killed my senior brother Song Qing, and now, you will also kill your Xie Zhenghong!"

Wen Chunxiang's ears kept flashing that paragraph.

The death of the old monk and the death of Song Qing almost coincide with the current Xie Zhenghong.

When he was powerless, he could only wait to be rescued.

When he has the ability, he is taken advantage of by the demons and misses the opportunity?

So ridiculous!

When he and the little monk first met, he swore that with him, no one would be able to hurt Xie Zhenghong. But when they really set foot on this immortal path together, did he protect Xie Zhenghong more times or Xie Zhenghong protect him more often?

His bad luck even began to infect the little monk.

Wen Chunxiang wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

When Xie Zhenghong fell into the air, a huge peony suddenly bloomed on the ground, wrapping Xie Zhenghong in it.

"Former ......"

Xie Zhenghong was silenced.

His body was constantly destroyed by Ji Xie's sword qi, and if it weren't for the lotus seal protecting his heart, he would have died at this moment.

Now this peony is also one of the ontological branches of Wen Chunxiang.

Originally, this branch was just a "surprise" for the little monk that he planted on Lingjun Island. For today's little monks, I'm afraid there is only surprise, no joy,

Wen Chunxiang looked up at the sky, except for the one that was split by the thunder, the rest was still full of blood.

"Although there is blood and light covering the sun, at this moment, it should not be evening." Wen Chunxiang suddenly said aloud.

Ji Xie held the sword in both hands, turned his head to look at Wen Chunxiang and said, "It should be." ”

"How about that and make it completely black?"

"Good."

"Wen Chunxiang, you are crazy......"

Yan Qiao seemed to know what Wen Chunxiang was going to do, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by the Yuquan Instrument Spirit.

"Aren't you their machine spirit, what are you stopping me from?" Yan Qiao said angrily.

Yuquan Instrument Spirit's face was almost ugly, "It's the oath that the Demon Emperor made with me back then, and it's hard for me to break it." ”

Back then, Xie Zhenghong fell asleep from exhaustion after the battle with the Yuquan Instrument Spirit, and only the Yuquan Instrument Spirit and Wen Chunxiang chatted a few words about it together.

"My Buddha skills are extraordinary, my foundation is deep, the demon world will never tolerate me, and it is impossible to ascend."

"But if the little monk survives the love tribulation, with his ability, nothing can stop him from achieving the road."

"Yuquan Instrument Spirit, this seat is here to make a demon contract with you, if the little monk is in danger in the future, you must help this seat stop all obstacles."

"What about you? What are you doing? ”

"Naturally, it is to help him become a Buddha!"

Wen Chunxiang's cultivation continued to skyrocket.

Another piece of the sky was shattered by thunder.

But any monk with a little common sense knows that if the monk crosses the catastrophe, if the two of them accidentally lean together, it is almost a certain death.

But what if it's for three?

No one has ever tried it.

No one thought about it either.

If the tribulation clouds of the three people were combined, and each of them was the most powerful Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, what would happen?

Bang!

The thick layer of blood light exploded, falling from the sky, condensing the blood and pouring into the veins of the mountains and rivers.

The mighty and the tumbling are endless.

In the blink of an eye, another spiritual light suddenly appeared in the sky.

Then it spreads and spreads gradually, across the sky.

"Buzz ......"

The sword body of the slasher began to tremble.

Before Yan Qiao, Jinghuo Muzhu and the others could move, countless peony flowers wrapped the few of them heavily, and quickly passed through the land and lake that was infected with blood and water, and went deep into the ground without knowing the distance.

Ji Xie opened his eyes and showed an appreciative look at Wen Chunxiang in mid-air.

"It's a good idea to end up together." Ji Xie didn't expect that Wen Chunxiang would choose to combine the tribulation and thunder, constantly improve his cultivation and demonic qi, and survive the tribulation here?

Yes, there's nothing more powerful than a catastrophe.

If one person or two people are not enough, then add another one.

"We have been going against the sky all our lives, and the final outcome of this should also be judged by God." Wen Chunxiang's hair was flying, the crown of hair on his head, and the magic robe on his body were suddenly shattered by this spiritual light.

"The last time against the Heavenly Dao, it seems that it is a well-deserved death." Ji Xie grabbed the slashing Cangsheng, quickly clicked on the sword a few times, and threw it diagonally forward, wanting to send it out of the Great Sun World.

Halfway through the flight, the sword body shone brightly, and re-transformed into a human form.

But it was a lot of wounds.

As soon as the blood light in the sky is broken, as a blood-light carrying thing, it will naturally lose its strength.

"I want to cut the innate spiritual creatures of the common people, inherit the qi of the world, respond to the trend of the world, transport all sentient beings, take advantage of the catastrophe, and the latter bit of true spirit melts into the sword, I don't know how many years it took to be reborn and manifest into the world. Over the years, I have drunk countless blood under the sword, what true immortals and demons, what Ganoderma lucidum demonic beasts, all of them are not my enemies, how can I miss this last opportunity to fight against the Heavenly Dao? Slashing Cangsheng raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, his body shook, and he once again flew back into Ji Xie's hand with a broken sword body.

"Picking such a sword slave as you is really a misfortune and a blessing in my life." The voice of the slasher was lowered.

Ji Xie smiled, "That's true. ”

After speaking, Ji Xie swung and slashed at the most violent thunderbolt, and his figure was engulfed in the mighty thunder tribulation.

Compared with the five decays of heaven and man, he can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

"Goodbye, little monk." Wen Chunxiang was under the thunder light, and felt that the pain was not as good as before, and it turned out that this ninety-nine heavenly tribulation was nothing more than that.

It's not the first time anyway.

The first two times, he had someone come to save him, but this last time, it was he who saved others. The little monk was slashed by Ji Xie's sword, and he was lucky not to die, and his body would be destroyed by the sword light all the time, and the three thousand worlds could not find a good medicine that could cure him.

So how?

It can only be put to death and reborn.

As long as the little monk ascends to the tribulation, no matter how strong the sword light is, it is not stronger than the holy light of the fairy world, which is enough to heal the little monk's body.

And the last calamity of the little monk's ascension was only him Wen Chunxiang.

Thinking about him Wen Chunxiang, he has experienced so many large and small catastrophes that even he can't tell himself. But what really impressed him was only the two catastrophes that were close to death.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he still couldn't escape.

That's fate.

No one can say, no one can resist.

The thunder light flowed through his meridians, the green leaves were wide open, and what appeared in the thunder light was no longer the peerless Kyushu Demon Emperor, but a huge swaying flower that was embraced together.

Just like the white peony of the year.

Only the peony is true to the national color, and the flowers move the capital when they bloom.

……

"Zen Master, why did you stop?" The little eunuch looked at the respected mage in a low voice, and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty is still waiting for you!" ”

"It's fine, I just think that flower is pretty beautiful."

The little eunuch followed the Zen master's gaze, and couldn't help but admire, this year's peony flower will have such a strange plant?

"Let's go." Soon, the Zen master's gaze was closed, and it seemed that he was just looking at it casually.

"Zen Master, as long as you cure the illness of the Queen Mother, anything will be given to you!" The little eunuch opened his mouth and was about to say this, but looking at the back of the Zen master, he still couldn't say it. That's it, wait a while, he will directly say to His Majesty.

Left and right, it's just a pot of peony flowers.