The sky grew brighter, the dark red flames and thick black smoke gradually dissipated, and the original sky was returned.

However, it was already dusk. The sunset will not sink, and the mountains in the distance will be draped in a pale red gauze, like a beauty out of the bath, sitting quietly under the afterglow and the shadow of the sun.

Blazing Yuan Gu went from a red wound to a wound with black blood in the heavenly fire, and finally turned into a sleeping dragon in the frozen river, it was a little tired and fell into a deep sleep.

At this time, a crimson fairy sword appeared in the sky, and the body of this sword was a little different, it was a few inches wider than an ordinary fairy sword. The sword is also engraved with some flowing handwriting, like a poem cast by the poet.

The fairy sword was a little flustered, and it circled back and forth in the sky, as if looking for something. The same was true of the man standing on the sword, his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealing anxiety and panic.

This emotion should not have come out of that man's eyes, it was not the man's gaze.

He searched, until he found that the sun was falling, and when night fell, he was still anxiously searching.

Finally, he saw a blue bright spot on the ice. The bright spot was so faint, like a star about to fall.

The crimson fairy sword lowered its tip and flew down from the air, so fast that it almost caused the man standing on it to fall. He flew anxiously towards the blue bright spot, like chasing a meteor across the sky.

Closer, closer, the man jumped down from the fairy sword and hugged the faint blue bright spot, like a willow leaf in the wind.

It was a woman, a beautiful woman. Her hair was a rainbow of colors, whether it was red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, or even those that had no name. They were wet, spreading out like seaweed around a woman's cheeks.

The woman's long eyelashes were covered, her eyes were slightly closed, and her brows were lightly furrowed, as if locked in a glimmer of light. That face was originally very bright, able to fall geese and sink fish, and shy flowers and close the moon, but at this moment, it was so pale. It was like a piece of plain silk, quietly leaning on the man's broad palm.

She was wearing an aqua blue silk skirt, and her graceful figure loomed. But the man who hugged her felt that her body was so light, like a willow leaf, a feather. Her body was very cold, very cold, and a thin layer of frost oozed from her skin, which was so white that it was touchingly white.

There was a spear lying beside her, but it had no brilliance, like a gray stone, without spiritual power, without immortal energy, plain, no different from a dead corpse.

"Kasumi!" The man holding her spoke, calling her name. Her name was as beautiful as her countenance, as beautiful as the glow of the sky.

"You're coming......" the woman smiled, and she smiled hard, as if she would have a heart-rending pain if she moved the corners of her mouth slightly. Her smile was so bleak, but it was so warm, no one could smile more directly to the heart than at this time.

"Hold on, I'll call the old poison, you can't die!" The man said, like a command to a woman.

"No, I've already died once, haven't I?" The woman opened her eyes, and they were a pair of pale blue eyes like the sea, and the blue and deep blue of the ocean alternated in the depths of her pupils, which was incredibly beautiful.

"Forty-nine years ago, you held me like this and threw me into the river of butcher's knives." The woman smiled, she looked into the man's eyes, as if to catch a trace of emotion from it, such as a slight tremor?

"No...... No! Don't ......" The man spoke incoherently, his eyes full of panic, as if he wanted to run away from something.

"Now that the Butcher's Knife River is under me, why don't you let me go and abandon it again?" The woman said.

"I really loved you back then, without the slightest pretense, if I lied, then five thunders thundered and I died!" The man raised his eyes and swore a poisonous oath.

"Haha, love is really cheap." The woman smiled, "I used to love you so much that I was not afraid of life and death, but that night, when my father and brother, my sect, and even myself turned into the soul of your sword, I ......" The woman looked at the sky vacantly, filled with the shadows of dusk.

"I'm confused, confused about what love is."

"As you can see, forty-nine years have passed, and I have returned from the smoke and changed back to the way I was back then, and I just want to ask ...... to understand"

"You've got the answer." The man said, looking at the blue ice under his feet, which was sealed with the corpses of countless demon cultists, "You gave yourself an answer. ”

"I'm satisfied." The woman nodded slightly.

At this moment, snow suddenly began to fall in the sky. Blazing Yuan Valley has never snowed for thousands of years, but today, in this silent twilight, there are suddenly white snowflakes flying and falling, crystal like a translucent heart.

"Immortals and demons are like this, the Butcher Knife River separates them, and it will always separate them. It's a cliff that no one can escape, and it's bound to separate everything from each other. "The woman's voice was weak.

"Love doesn't do either." She said.

The man raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the sun set on a thousand mountains, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the woman's words were like an invisible cliff, straddling the east and west continents of the fairy world.

"I'm sorry, but the offender will die." The woman raised her head and blew incense into the man's ears.

A cold light flashed, and the man's expression froze instantly, but it was not a surprised expression, but a very relieved expression.

He looked down at his chest, and the red flowers were blooming, like a rose that bloomed into the night.

"Do you remember the story of Smoky Mountain?" The two goddesses, Yan' and 'Xia', descend from the sky, play in the mountains, and meet a talented young scholar. In order to compete for the love of the scholars, the two goddesses competed for beauty, and asked the scholars to compose a poem for each of them, and through the charm and beauty of the poems, the winner was decided. However, the scholar pondered for ten years, failed to write satisfactory verses, and finally died of depression, and the two goddesses also fell into the world with him. The woman said.

"Yes." The man smiled.

"I have the same name as that goddess." The woman said.

"Yes, you're beautiful." The man said.

"Make a poem for me too, one sentence will do......" The woman said, her eyes slowly closed.

The man pondered for a moment, looked at the woman who was sleeping quietly in his arms, and he chanted softly:

"The sunset of a thousand mountains and twilight of the heart, return to a dream of a haze."

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According to records, in the first battle of Chiyuan Valley, the Demon Sect lost 20,000 horses, 3,621 people died in the Blazing Yuan Sect, 122 people died in Xinghai Pavilion, one person died in Yunyanmen, and one person died in Canglang Palace.

The palace master of Canglang Palace diverted the Butcher Knife River, rushed into the Blazing Yuan Valley, extinguished the heavenly fire, severely damaged the Demon Sect, and finally died of exhaustion, becoming a decent hero in the fairy world.

The Demon Cult was heavily damaged and retreated to the Western Continent. The Butcher's Knife River straddles between the eastern and western continents, and the situation of immortals and demons continues to be maintained.