Murong Shuang's words were bleak, tragic, and angry.

Chu Wuxian heard a burst of colic in his heart, the current situation, there can be no more chaos, and the mystery of his life experience has been solved, and it is inconvenient to tell the patriarch Murong Shuang the news at this time, if it is said once, the innocent relationship between the patriarch and the palace master of Xuanbing Palace will be confirmed.

If this level of relationship is confirmed by the clansmen, where is the majesty of the patriarch, the palace master Shui Xuanzi will definitely be spurned by tens of thousands of people, and the entire Black Water Clan will be overwhelmed and lodging, and it will be difficult to support it anymore.

Thinking of this, Chu Wuxian bowed to his mother again, and said with tears in his eyes: "Since the patriarch is suspicious of Zaixia, he has nothing to say in Zaixia, but please take care of his body and rest well." ”

Patriarch Murong Shuang didn't even glance at Chu Wuxian directly, and with a wave of his hand, Chu Wuxian stood up and slowly retreated.

As soon as you turn around, it is another world where flowers bloom and fall.

The passage of time can cover up the vicissitudes of the past, but this vivid scene is indelible.

The wound engraved on the heart, no matter how thick the years are, it is difficult to soothe the painful heart.

One step at a time, one step is a lifetime, a lifetime of nostalgia, and a lifetime of care.

At that moment, the most heavy mood.

In this life, it is the most scarred.

Walking out of the Blackwater Palace, full of blood, he was poured into pieces of cold icicles.

The future is confused, and there are empty ambitions, but they are suppressed in the initial space and difficult to display.

An enemy is not an enemy, and a friend is not a friend.

Misunderstood, abandoned, alone, wandering on the streets without people, the destination of the soul is suddenly torn, broken, and difficult to support.

Chu Wuxian let out a long roar, roared out the layer of depression in his heart, and then, jumped into the sky, pulled out the divine knife Ming Hongdao, only to hear the buzzing sound of the divine knife, the sword light and cold shadow, soaring thousands of miles, dazzling and colorful, murderous.

In the astonished gaze of everyone, he crossed the high and low city wall, swept past hundreds of people, and flew into the rebel army, a pair of eyes had become so terrifying, and his expression was already hideous.

The blood-dripping eyeballs are no longer as bright as ever, no longer good at the light, and no longer looking through the autumn water.

It's magic.

The demon who killed the Terrans.

Groups of thousands of soldiers crowded each other, surrounding this demon in the center, besieging it in groups, but they did not dare to move forward.

Because, they are afraid, they are cowardly, they are obscene, they don't dare, they cherish life, they still want to survive.

However, they are facing demons.

has gone through the wind and waves, seen the killing rage, experienced ups and downs, and lived in layers of darkness at the mercy of others.

Now, his last hope has been shattered.

The last warmth, the last warmth, the last hope, the last nostalgia, the last lingering, the last family affection, the last call, the last destination.

All of these have been destroyed.

Nothing, nothing to worry about.

Lonely, lonely.

Alone.

It's like a lonely boat floating on the black waters of magic, not knowing where the future lies, let alone where it comes from.

It's more like a rare catkins in Phantom Water Town are flying, gone with the wind, gone with the wind, where is my home, where is the return journey, where is the sustenance?

Without.

The biggest stone that was suppressed in my heart, I thought it could be moved. However, in a word, you go, but it is the power of ten thousand people added to this huge rock, the way of ten thousand tripods.

This is an eternal pressure, and Chu Wuxian can't eliminate the loneliness in his state of mind.

Seeing the soldiers around him holding swords and sharpening their swords, the expressions that they had never had before had appeared on Chu Wuxian's face at this time, contempt and disdain, this was a huge explosion after not being able to find hope in a lonely state of mind.

It seems that Mu Shuijing and Hu Sanniang are also in front of them, they are pointing fingers, looking excited and enthusiastic.

However, in Chu Wuji's eyes, these were nothing.

In a look of contempt and disdain, all people are enemies, and they all have to die!

Yang Tian roared: "Ahh

Divine Knife, no, in the future, this Minghong Knife will be called the Magic Knife.

Holding the magic knife in his hand, the demon path in his heart, a mountain and sea of momentum erupted from Chu Wuxi's bulging body, and a black shadow that changed the sky and the day rushed from Chu Wuji's leaping figure.

Wherever the cold light went, it suddenly turned into a rain of blood.

A long howl flew overhead, and suddenly, time froze, life ended, and the hope of survival was suddenly extinguished.

Hot blood is the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Streams of aura emanated from a body that stood up and did not fall and bubbled with blood.

How can you not be tempted by the gluttony that has been hungry for thousands of years?

Megumi Yanashita, the devil can't do it.

Since it is a demon, how can these innocent aura be wasted?

Blood Linglong couldn't hold back the fanaticism in her heart, followed her master, and ran wildly all the way, the scales on her body lit up one after another.

The wind blew, as long as the cool breeze swept through, the soldiers were suddenly a corpse with white flowers.

Under the sun, the white is dazzling, the white is terrifying, and the white is terrifying.

Suddenly, outside the city wall, there was purgatory on earth, ghosts crying wolves, crying for the sky and grabbing the earth, and the miserable sound was higher than the other, and the wave was overwhelmed by the wave.

Inside the city walls, there are stunned people, people who are frightened, and the salty and bitter bile can't taste it when it flows out of the corners of their mouths.

It's Kiyomen Zhi and others who wet their pants, tremble, dare not come out of the atmosphere, and dare not speak.

Shocking, in the blink of an eye, thousands of people were blown by a gust of wind, and then, with a creak, all the white bones collapsed, and the white flowers, inside the pupils, from then on, there were shadows.

The sun has also lost its temperature, and the warm afternoon sun is as cold as autumn at this time, and the whole body is blown up by the cool breeze, and even the hot heart is also frozen by the ice.

In the huge capital of the Black Water Tribe, not even a single mosquito and fly dared to buzz at this time.

Outside the walls of the huge national capital, stretching for hundreds of miles, not a single dog dares to bark.

Only Chu Wuxian glanced at Mu Shuijing and Hu Sanniang, who were thrown at the root of the wall, smiled contemptuously, and dragged the magic knife, the blade of the magic knife was sharp, and on the bluestone slab, the sound of the sound was endless.

Behind him was frightened and unbelievable.

In the blink of an eye, the rebel soldiers lost two percent, the camp was razed to the ground, the white bones were piled up, and the two generals were seriously injured and lay on the ground, in a mess.

On the city wall, the guards were terrified: this scene, chaos in the way of heaven, destruction of human nature, between heaven and earth, only the human fire king in the demon path has done it.

Chu Wuxian is the Demon Dao.

Bloodseeker has wielded.

The Black Water Clan does not tolerate the Demon Dao, and the Red Fire Clan is the happy nest of the Demon Dao.

Someone couldn't help the fear in his heart, and said lightly: "He, he has indeed betrayed the Black Water Clan, and he is already a member of the Red Fire Clan!"

As soon as the voice fell, the white bones appeared.

No one noticed, no one saw, and no one felt how the disciple of the Jie Dan layer beside him had turned into a seeping white bone in the blink of an eye.

Just because of him, I suspect that Chu Wuxian is a demon or a member of the Red Fire Clan?

Chu Wuxian did not move, his form did not move, and the disciples of the Jiedan layer suddenly disappeared in form and spirit, and there was no reincarnation.

This is a terrifying skill, this is an amazing magic skill.

I could only watch Chu Wuxian alone, lonely and lonely dragging the magic knife, holding his head high, and silently walking away.

There is no longer a figure in sight, there is no longer a single shadow in sight, inside and outside the city wall, there is still a chill and a silence.

Chu Wuxian has grown in his heart.

In the hearts of everyone who sees him, it grows and grows like crazy.

Chu Wuxian walked silently, the road ahead was confused, where did the road ahead lead?

Phantom Watertown?

Or the Magic Sea?

There are no choices, no hesitations, and no trade-offs.

To enter a path is to follow the path that should be taken.

At the end of this road, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, even if it is full of thorns, even if it is a never-ending retreat, it is also the road that should be taken.

Then go forward bravely.

In this way, I walked silently and silently on this road.

When he looked up again, he didn't know how long he had walked or how far he had walked, but he was in front of him with a familiar landscape.

Clouds and mist, towering trees, peaks and peaks.

This is the mass grave of the Black Water Tribe.

Remember that there is a road that leads directly to the top of the mountain, and on the top of the mountain, there is a peach blossom garden.

Mu Hanyu is the peach blossom fairy in her previous life, a woman with mediocre skills, but a clean heart.

A girl who likes flowers, always a simple, pure, and woman who can fall in love.

Chu Wuxian walked up the mountain path.

There were people along the way, and the mass grave needed tokens and needed to be interrogated, but the loneliness and loneliness on Chu Wuxian made the people who interrogated him give way, and they never dared to step forward again.

So, when Cheng Datong stood in front of Chu Wuxian, it was in front of the Peach Blossom Garden on the top of the mountain, and behind Cheng Datong, there was Duan Xin who reported the news.

"Chu Wuxian, what are you doing when you come back? It seems that you have suffered some setbacks?" Cheng Datong's words will always be as warm as spring.

Duan Xin had already handed over a bowl of water, because Chu Wuxian's lips were already chapped and cracked, and blood marks had cracked.

But Chu Wuxian didn't take it, nor did he answer Cheng Datong's words, but pushed Cheng Datong away, forced Duan Xin back, and walked straight into this lush peach blossom garden.

No matter spring or autumn or winter, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the ice and snow, this peach blossom garden will always be fragrant, the flowers are blooming, red and gorgeous, like a fire cloud.

Chu Wuxian walked to a peach blossom tree, looking at this peach blossom tree, it seemed that Mu Hanyu was standing in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he cried out loud: "Mu Hanyu, where are you now?"

Tears rained, urging the breeze to caress lightly, petals fluttering, and falling acacia to the ground.

On the head and feet, there are red and glamorous acacias.

There is no warmer embrace than a lover, and there is no softer heart than a lover.

Seeing this piece of acacia, the magic knife also lost its color, and cried.

Chu Wuxian gritted his teeth and shouted fiercely: "God, why are you so ruthless, return me to the cold rain, return me to the cold rain!"

Behind him, Cheng Datong, who was being pushed, stabilized his figure, suddenly like a dream: the scene of the past reappeared, when Mu Hanyu was picked up from the valley by Chu Wuxian, Chu Wuxian was this expression, today, his roar, indicating that Mu Hanyu has suffered an accident.

Cheng Datong turned his eyes to look at Duan Xin, who was at a loss with a bowl of water, and couldn't help but reach out and caress Duan Xin's shoulder, and sighed secretly: "Poor child!"

Duan Xin's reaction is always the latest.

However, being late doesn't mean being sluggish.

He rushed to Chu Wuxian in a frenzy, tugging at Chu Wuxian's collar, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and shouted frantically: "You took her away, you took her away, but today, why didn't you bring her back, why did you take her away, why can't you let her stay in this mass grave forever, at least, she can be safe...... and safe"

Snot and tears, wiped Chu Wuxian's body, a generation of demon lords, the blood demon who had just revealed his hand, could kill thousands of people madly without blinking, and could step on the accumulated white bones without feeling panicked, but when he suddenly heard Duan Xin's questioning, his expression was flustered, his eyes were blurred, the corners of his mouth twitched, his heart was beating, and his body was tense, as if he was facing a great enemy.

Pedaling and pedaling backwards, pedaling and pedaling and then retreating, but they always couldn't get around Duan Xin's fierce questioning.

Chu Wuxian closed his eyes, tears streaming down his thin cheeks.

"Duan Xin, do you dare to kill me?"

Is it hard to survive, isn't it easy to die?

Duan Xin was stunned suddenly, feeling that the time was too long.

The strength of the hands slowly loosened, and the collars returned to the position they had started.

Duan Xin began to pedal backwards, pedaling backwards again, he finally woke up, and what stood in front of him was the traitor of the Black Water Clan, the villain of the Red Fire Clan, and the demon that everyone could spit on and everyone could get and punish him.

It's really a demon in front of you.

Anyone in the world can cut down the demon with a single sword.

Duan Xin understood the truth, and the bloody and strong Zeng said proudly: Whoever sees it, it will be painful and happy to kill it with a knife.

However, the living demon was already standing in front of him, and the demon was begging for death, and wanted Duan Xin's big knife to kill him.

Duan Xin didn't dare.

He looked at the demon in front of him in a daze, palpitating, and couldn't figure out what kind of mind the demon was.

Cheng Datong walked over, Cheng Datong didn't believe in demons, he had lived for most of his life, and he had never seen a skill that could instantly suck people clean and only a white bone remained.

The person in front of him is a simple young man who came out of the distant Phantom Water Town, how can he be a demon?

"Child, what nonsense? You tell the uncle, is this girl Mu Hanyu in trouble again? Is it her, she is ...... now?"

You can't talk about death lightly, this word of death is very heavy, so heavy that no one dares to whisper.

Chu Wuxian grinned, crying with a smile, tears flashing with helplessness, and said bluntly: "Uncle, she is dead, just like last time, she is dead, she is dead, she is going to die several times, she will come back to life, but I don't know when she will come back to life, and I don't know where I can find her......"