The ninth day of the fourth month was supposed to be a lively day with blessings and light.

The Imperial Demon Capital has been thousands of years, and every time the sky is shining today, Zirui Detailed Photos are interspersed from the colorful clouds, penetrating into every corner of the Imperial Demon Capital, and instantly a warmth envelops the entire Demon Capital.

This day is not only a beautiful day, but ordinary people in the Demon Capital will make a cake on this day to pray for peace and prosperity for the rest of their lives. The immortal sect in the Demon Capital will worship the gods and Buddhas during the day on this day, and in the evening, they will hold a banquet and celebrate with the whole world.

On the ninth day of April this year, the originally peaceful scene was covered by darkness, and the entire demon was filled with demonic energy.

The same is true of Fanghua.

Fanghua, as the second largest immortal gate in the Imperial Demon Capital, has a unique sea of flowers in the world. Because there are tens of thousands of kinds of flowers, and rare flowers are also among them, so the Fanghua people use flowers as medicine and flowers to save people, and the whole family guards the only seven-colored pansy in the sky and on the earth.

Every April on the ninth day of the fourth month, everyone will go to the sea of flowers and pray to the thousand-year-old sacred tree in the center of the sea of flowers.

However, today's sea of flowers is not as lively as it used to be. There were no people in front of the sacred tree, only seven women in long robes of different colors soared around the sacred tree, and they were laboriously injecting their spiritual energy into the floating white flower on the top of the sacred tree.

One of the women in the pink robe was trembling a little, she had just been injured in the shoulder when she had just slashed the demonic energy, and the blood-stained shoulder was still wrapped in demonic energy. The demonic qi tore through her wounds, and beads of sweat from the pain on her forehead kept falling, and the lips that were originally red with blood began to turn white.

The woman dressed in purple opposite her noticed her strangeness and asked worriedly, "Aru, are you okay?" ”

Hua Ruwai's hand trembling even more, she pressed it and opened her mouth with difficulty: "Fortunately, I can still hold on." ”

Hua Shang looked at Hua Ru's weak appearance, and felt very uncomfortable. Fang just fought with the demonic energy, but he never thought that the demonic energy was so powerful, he was careless, and he was almost swallowed by the demonic energy, and Hua Ru was injured in order to protect her. Obviously, Hua Ru was too busy to take care of himself, and he also blocked the demonic energy for himself. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Ah Xiang, don't get distracted." Hua Xia looked at Hua Xiang's spiritual power a little unstable, her eyes were confused, and she didn't know if Hua Ru could hold it up if she could hold it up like this.

Hua Shang broke away from the memories, stabilized his mind, and re-released his spiritual power. Everyone worked together, and the seven-petal stamens in the sky, which was as white as jade, were gradually dyed with seven colors under the injection of spiritual power.

Seeing that her stamens had been dyed very powdery, Hua Ru finally couldn't bear the pain and suddenly fell from the sky. Seeing this, Hua Sheng immediately ran to Hua Ru, took her in her arms, and protected her to the ground gently.

Hua Sheng saw Hua Ru's pale and bloodless face, her nose suddenly became sore, and remorse filled her heart, and the scene when Hua Ru saved her kept flashing in her mind, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be suppressed.

"Ah Xiang, don't cry." Hua Ru raised her hand weakly, trying to wipe the tears on Hua Xiang's face. Huashang is her heart, although she is naughty and mischievous, but in her heart, she regards her as her own sister.

The other five women rushed to Hua Ru's side, and couldn't help but feel sad when they saw her lying in Hua Xiang's arms and dying.

Tears blurred Hua Shang's eyes, and although she couldn't see Hua Ru's face, she could really feel her fading aura. She took Hua Ru's slightly trembling hand and put it on her face, and said in a choked voice: "Sister Ru, I ......"

Hua Ru felt extremely weak, the pain in her shoulder gradually became numb, and she seemed to feel the sounds around her quiet down. Her eyes were also blurred, and she wanted to touch Huashang's head to tell her that she was okay, but she couldn't speak at all, and she only felt exhausted. She is so tired, after so many years of hard work, she is worthy of Lord Fang, just this time, let her be lazy.

Then, she fell into a deep sleep. She turned into a ball of petals, and gradually drifted away with the cold wind of the cold night.

"Huaru..."Everyone sobbed.

Huashang couldn't feel the breath of Huaihuaru, she cried at Huaxia in a panic: "Master Fang...... You're quick... Hurry up and save your sister......"

Huaxia's heartache is unbearable. Hua Ru's spiritual power was gone, she couldn't even keep her body, she didn't know how to tell the extremely sad little girl in front of her, she walked to Hua Xiang's side, held her carefully in her arms, and stroked her head with her hand.

Hua Sheng finally understood that the sister Ru, who loved her very much, had gone to another world. She couldn't control her emotions anymore and fainted crying in Huaxia's arms.

Hua Xia hurriedly ordered someone to take Hua Xia back to her room to recuperate, and told everyone to take care of her. Everyone wiped their tears and saluted Huaxia, and then left with Huasheng.

Huaxia took advantage of the darkness to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes and organize her thoughts. As the owner of Fanghua, her responsibility is far greater than that of taking care of Huashang, and the most important thing for her now is to place the freshly dyed seven-colored flowers on the highest part of the leaves of the sacred tree.

She pinched the trick and condensed a pale yellow aura on her chest, which gradually expanded, and when the time came, she released the aura around the sacred tree. In a few moments, the seven-colored flower disappeared in the ink-stained night sky.

Huatu did not leave with everyone, and as the speaker of Fanghua, she could only keep a cool head. She stayed quietly by Huaxia's side, watching her finish it all.

"What happened to the person who was injured by the demonic energy?" Hua Xia asked, looking at the dark sky.

"It's all in place." Hua Tu looked towards the place where Huaxia was looking, only to see that the demonic qi that was still wandering disappeared in an instant, and the auspicious clouds of purple qi rising gradually revealed in the darkness, and the dazzling auspicious light seeped out from the clouds.

The auspicious light was slightly dazzling, perhaps because it was too dark before, Huatu stretched out his hand to cover it slightly, and said lightly: "It's scattered, it seems that Changchun Palace is safe and sound." ”

Huaxia didn't answer, she stared at the sky, her expression was still solemn: "What about the child?" There may be injuries »

"No, the barrier I set is still intact." Huatu Road.

That's good, Huaxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a hurried figure passing by the entrance of the sea of flowers, the man was a little panicked, she didn't notice the pollen on the side of the road on her dress, and trotted all the way to the two.

Only then did Huatu see this person clearly, and said to Watson, who was gasping for breath: "What's the matter?" So flustered. ”

Watson swallowed his saliva and panted, "Lord Fang, Changchun is gone." ”

Huaxia frowned and looked at Watson fixedly. Huatu couldn't bear it, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" Isn't the demonic energy gone? ”

Hua Chang took a breath: "It's gone." But I don't know what the reason is, the strange-shaped mountain in Changchun has become immortal, which is very different from before. ”

Huatu glanced at her: "It's just changed, where is it?" ”

Watson's head and hand were synchronized, and he shook vigorously: "No, no, I ran to the cloud head and took a look, what was written there was Xuanyang, not Changchun Palace." ”

Huatu's eyes widened, Changchun was extinguished and Xuanyang rose, it was really unheard of, just a moment, Changchun, the head of the five immortal gates, was transformed?

Hua Tu looked at Huaxia, who was quite calm, and asked, "Lord Fang, you don't seem to be surprised at all. ”

"It's been a moment since the demonic qi dissipated, but there is no news from Changchun at all, and there is really a change." Hua Xia looked at the auspicious clouds again, and she couldn't help but wonder if this day of prayer could really bring peace.

"Then are we going to Changchun to have a look?"

"Not necessarily. This time the demons came to attack, and it reminded us that our first thing is to take care of the seven-color pansy, and the others do their best. ”

"Yes. Then I'll repair the sea of flowers with other disciples first. Hua Tu bowed, and left in a hurry with Watson.

Huaxia looked at the thousand-year-old sacred tree and couldn't help but lose his mind. She remembered what Fang Caisheng said, and thought that this matter was indeed a little strange. She raised her hand and waved, and three pieces of letter paper appeared in the air in front of her. It's a signal from the other three gates, and they must all be safe. Among them, the one from Yuhai wrote: The demon is destroyed, everyone is fine, but when I hear about Changchun, I wish to go another day.

Changchun Gui is the head of the Immortal Sect, and it is really eye-catching to disappear suddenly, but the Immortal Sect itself is also damaged and injured, so it is naturally impossible to let go of the disciples who have not been properly placed to go to investigate alone.

The demons came to attack this time, and it was the Qingyuan Stone guarded by Changchun that ran away. Now that the demons have fallen, I don't know if the green plain stone is still there. If so, why did Changchun become Xuanyang in a moment? What is Xuanyang? If not, how did the demons disperse? Huaxia feels that all kinds of twists and turns in this cannot be exhausted in one word.

What's more, for Fanghua, these are not the most important, the most important thing is to take good care of the pansy and protect the child.

Listening to Watson say that the mountain fairy qi of Changchun is surrounded, it must not be a bad thing.

Huaxia raised his arm and wrote back and forth in the air with his fingers, the movements were smooth, and a few lines of words appeared in the air overflowing with the fragrance of flowers: I am very sad for the loss of a flower owner, and I am willing to work together after the settlement is completed.

Huaxia pinched the trick and brushed the line of words with his hand, and the line of words instantly became spiritual, turning into a golden streamline and running into the distance.

Hua Xia looked at the purple rui again, and prayed silently in his heart.

May all be well.