The endless sea of flowers, when the wind blows, is like a countercurrent, making the flower demon feel born in a blur, confusing her, and making her wonder how the sun, moon, and world have changed.

There is nowhere to wander, in this vast sea of flowers, there is no place for her to stop.

Running becomes the only reason for the heart to be liberated.

Every day, under the red and bloody zenith, the flower demon can also live like a beautiful walking corpse, living day after day.

She used to look at the flowers every day, and in her spare time, she would pick the petals, weave them into a red wreath, wear them on the top of her head, and pretend to be a manzhu sawa in the sea of flowers, and spend a lazy day in the red muddy earth.

She was born enchanting, she is the most delicate and beautiful flower growing in the sea of flowers, and the peach blossom red at the corner of her eyes is reflected on the face of the beauty, and I feel sorry for her. The red blood-colored Luo skirt was slightly wide on the flower demon's body, but it was just right to expose her white and soft skin.

The complexion is white and transparent, and under the reflection of red, some are faintly red, like red colored ink paintings.

A life of following the rules every day and breaking through is extremely boring, but helpless.

However, if there are no waves on the sea, the sea in front of you will always be calm.

But whenever there is a wave on the sea, the bloody wind and blood surging of the sea low will rush up, and spare no effort to roll the calm of the sea into the sea low.

On that day, she was still as good as ever, jumping among the flowers, and she was extremely beautiful.

It's just that she has danced this dance many times, tens of thousands of years, every day is a dance and one person is drunk, and there is no emotion.

The dances are graceful but emotionless, and these dances, year after year, day after day, have long become a habit in her body.

The blood-red sky, faintly covered with a black crack, and a scar appeared at the zenith, but the little flower demon who was jumping in the sea of flowers did not notice it.

The sky of the underworld has always been calm, and there has never been any abnormal movement.

It was hidden under the earth by the earthly dirt and dust, and the bright light of the sky could not penetrate directly into the surface.

You can only penetrate through the cracks in the soil and burst into the dark underground.

The golden light passed through the black particles of the earth, and under the dark underground, a dark red sky like the morning sunset was formed, like bloodthirsty, enveloping this uninhabited wasteland.

The mortal world only knows the underworld, the sky is red, the earth is black, and there are remnants of the reincarnated souls of evil creatures, and the ghosts are all over the place, crying and howling, filling the ears, making people unable to open their eyes.

It's terrible and can't be approached, this is the same statement in the mortal world, and the gods in the heavenly realm actually agree with it. The terrible visible is not the underworld, but those who do not want to go to the truth.

They were a little timid and timid, and they didn't dare to open their eyes to each other, but that day, in fact, it was as flushed as a red sunset, like a red fairyland painted in ink and water, with a beauty like dust scattered in the sun, and the red edge of the sky was a slightly gold and black outline.

Terrible? It's not that the weak didn't open their eyes, and they couldn't see the beauty of this unique cave hidden under the ground.

Even the howl was just a sound stone unique to the underworld, making a burst of sound when the wind passed.

How can a creature that has turned into a soul still have a voice? It's just that some weak people in the heavenly realm can't even use their brains, and they are so stupid that they are confused by false rumors. I don't even want to put it into practice.

Suddenly, it was dark.

The flower demon still danced with the sea of flowers, and when the sky darkened, it was a little difficult to see in front of him.

One foot slipped and fell to the ground, like a running fairy.

The shallow Luo skirt, which was originally red, fell into the flowers, and it was impossible to tell if it was a flower or a demon for a while.

The red flower demon looked at the changing sky, his eyes full of horror.

Because, she knows, how can the heavens of the underworld change easily.

The black crack gradually grew larger, and a hole was opened.

It was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen, and there was an occasional sporadic sporadic appearance, but it disappeared for a moment.

The red flower demon didn't know what was going on in front of her, so she could only sit there quietly, watching the changes in the sky.

At that time, the underworld was still ancient, there were no gods to stop in the underworld, and anything with living beings did not exist, only she, the pearl demon flower, begged for the acceptance of the underworld, and could be at the entrance of the underworld, just to see this earth-shaking scene.

What's in the sky? She was at a loss.

In the half-cracked black gap, a person's eyes quietly appeared in the pitch-black abyss.

The man just stretched out his head slightly, and what the flower demon saw, those eyes were extremely deep and very attractive. But because of the red bloodshot in his eyes, people don't dare to look at it, and it is nothing more than bloodthirsty to describe it.

In the pupils, the majesty that emanated, like a cold and evil wind, made the staring stone of the underworld let out bursts of wails.

It seems that he is noisy by the resentful spirits of the world, and the yin owl man who appears in the black crack seems to be convinced by him.

The blood-red man looked at the desolation of the underworld, and then golden light sprinkled from the black cracks.

The golden light like the Buddha of the Western Heavenly Gods and Buddhas was only sprinkled everywhere in the underworld with a few traces of black gas.

Even the sea of flowers is unavoidable.

The confusion of time and space is still happening at this moment.

The flower demon looked at the changes around him, and the eighteen-story building with different fancy styles fell from the blood-red but dark sky, separated from the ground, and the style of each layer was very different, especially the eighteenth floor, which was basically invisible from the outside, and could only know that the inside was a black secret, which made people have to think more.

On the originally flat ground, a bridge appeared, a silver-colored bridge, rare and exotic beasts, carved on both sides of the handrail of the bridge, majestic and magnificent, quite gorgeous, but not extravagant.

The yellow flowing water opened the ditch of the underworld, and the living water flowed under the bridge, reflecting this red sky.

The flower demon was a little amazed, but the wind happened to blow through, and the moving petals covered her eyes at the moment, so that she couldn't see the changes ahead clearly when she fell to the ground.

She thought about standing up, but the eyes in the black cracks above the sky, bloodshot, were staring closely.

She didn't want to be discovered, because she couldn't figure out the details of the other party, so she didn't know whether it was good or bad, and she didn't dare to try rashly.

The flower demon could only follow the vibration of the wind, slowly get up, and disguise herself as one of the many flowers.

Get down on your knees, straighten your upper body, and you can see the row in front of you.

The tall palaces, like those inhabited by the gods of the heavenly realm, were only dominated by black tones.

The bridge is vast, and at the entrance stands a white tombstone with words carved into it. It's just that the flower demon is illiterate at all, and she can't see what is written on it.

And the sea of flowers where the flower demon is located is not far from the white bridge, and she can see all the changes clearly.

The fear and surprise in his eyes, I don't know where the people hidden in the sky come from, such earth-shaking changes, even if the gods of the heavenly realm come, it is difficult to achieve.

The opening in the crimson sky slowly shrank, and even the eyes of the yin owl disappeared, and the remaining black disappeared in the smaller opening.

The flower demon in the red skirt wanted to stand up, but the skirt was wide under his feet, and he stepped out of the corner and stepped on the long skirt.

It's inevitable to fall and fight.

Lying on the ground, his hand naturally couldn't support himself, and his open hand grabbed a manzhu sawa in front of him.

Even the flower demon almost thought that he had caught Namanzhu Shahua, but there was really nothing in his hand in front of him.

But what she could feel was that there was a slender strip, like the silk strip of willow leaves, hanging down in her hand, like some kind of petal leaf, which she pulled into her hand.

But she knew very well that she had guarded the sea of flowers for tens of thousands of years, and this Manzhu Sawa had never had a leaf, and even the stem was red in a variant.

But the touch in the hand is real.

The black rift in the sky closed, cutting off the connection with the underworld, as if something had been severed, and a deafening sound sounded in the sky.

With that sound, the entire ground shook, along with the sky, the mortal ground where the sky was connected, shook.

The flower demon was half-lying on his stomach, unstable, and fell to the ground again, but this time the whole person was lying on the ground.

With that loud noise, she really saw the green leaves in front of her eyes, on both sides of the rhizome of the manzhu sawa in front of her.

Like willow silk, it fell in front of her eyes, and when her eyes were open, there was a green she had never seen before.

The green, bright and bright in front of her eyes, was so real, it made her believe that under different time and space in the same space, there must be someone in charge of the flower field as lonely as her.

If she could only see the flower, then the person on the other side of the space could only see the leaf.

She knew that a person's flower field would be so lonely, and she also knew that that person who was in charge of this leaf pool alone would be just like her.

Thinking about it, she had been in the same place for so long, and tens of thousands of years were counted, and she never knew that there was anyone with her here.

She thought that she was the only one in the huge underworld.

The word loneliness came to my heart, and I was pulled down by the word companionship.

The loud noise was gone, and with it was the leaf, all the leaves that appeared on the flower sea manzhu saw.

With her always lonely heart, it also disappeared.

Now, she desperately wants to know who the person who is with her, but she can't see it, that demon?

With a flick of his feet, he stood up, although he had already seen the different changes in this underworld when he was half-kneeling just now, but watching it from all angles at this moment really shocked his heart.

It turns out that this underworld, a world illuminated by red, was originally like a wilderness, but at this moment there can be such a spectacular scene.

Towering palaces, exquisite white bridges, flowing springs, and a sea of flowers everywhere.

The crimson sky is like the setting sun, and the heartbroken man is under this sky at this moment.

It's just that the flower demon has no time to watch at the moment, even though the scenery is extremely beautiful, but the sadness that permeates her heart still pulls the sadness in her heart.

At the moment, she didn't even know how to find the owner of the leaf.

Even though the world is big, she is in the underworld, but there are places that she can't see through.

The Permian space-time is the kindest curse that the underworld can accommodate Manzhu Sawa to grow and depend on the underworld.

The flowers and leaves are different, how can it be possible to crack.