Picking up the woman lying in the sea of flowers, the snow-white clothes were in full bloom of manzhu shahua, and his eyes skimmed to her feet.

The fiery red demon flowers blooming on the girl's feet are really eye-catching.

Si Ming squatted down on his knees, half-holding Hengyu, and with his other hand raised the foot attached to the demon flower.

The big hand covered Qianqian's thin feet, and in just a moment, the demon flower mark disappeared.

This demon flower mark is too eye-catching, if it is revealed in the eyes of everyone like this, the girl in his arms will inevitably become a thorn in the side of others, so he has to cover up the mark first.

Si Ming took off his coat, and at the end of the all-black coat, the ripples of the sun, moon and star sea were repaired with thin golden silk threads. The coat was draped over Hengyu's body to cover up the blood stains on the girl's clothes.

got up and broke through the red barrier, and carried the girl out of the barrier.

The disappearing barrier allowed Si Ming and Heng Yu to reappear in front of everyone.

Also appeared in front of everyone, as well as two pools of black blood that remained on the ground.

"I didn't expect that Kunlun disciple to be a member of the demon clan." Jing Liao looked at the black blood stains on the ground, and a pair of old eyes were thinking about something.

"The demons are so bold, and they are ready to move recently, they must be planning something." Shen Xi watched Si Ming walk out of it and said to Si Ming.

Although Si Ming covered Hengyu very thickly, the blooming Manzhu Sahua in the girl's arms still showed clues.

A reddish coat with black gold thread embroidery is clear at a glance at the angle where the light poplar is standing.

"Give this little disciple to me, and I'll heal her wounds."

Qianyan passed by Wushan Qiyue, walked to Si Ming's side, and took Hengyu.

The girl was already light, but now that she was seriously injured, she had no weight.

"She's hurt a lot, I'm going to take her back first." Qianyan looked at the scars on Hengyu's hands that turned out, and she didn't know why the female disciple was so ruthless and could hurt people like this.

Si Ming nodded at the light smoke and said, "There is labor." ”

Presumably, at this moment, this group of Penglai elders and the Night God Monarch must have something to discuss, and Qian Yang was embarrassed to stand here anymore, so he turned around and left with Heng Yu in his arms.

Wushan Qiyue also felt that she was very redundant at this time, but she didn't leave, she didn't stay, and she was extremely embarrassed for a while.

Seeing that Qianyang left without looking back, he stood here in a sloppy manner, and said embarrassedly:

"Guys, what do you think of me?" Even if he scratched his ears and cheeks, Qiyue didn't know where to put his hand at the moment, and for a while, he didn't know that he was so redundant.

"Night-king, look?" Shen Xi and Jing Liao both looked at the Night God Monarch, waiting for Si Ming's reply.

Si Ming looked at Qianyang who was walking away, and then looked back at the unproductive Wushan Qiyue, and said coldly:

"Stay."

Wushan Qiyue pulled his sleeves and stood in the group of these three people from the side.

"The demon clan already has the ability to blend into Kunlun, and I think the various immortal sects have to investigate it thoroughly recently." Jing Liao said solemnly, and his words were full of the voice of the old elder.

"There have been some changes in the Demon Clan's hometown recently, and the celestial image of Xiurong Mountain is flickering and dark, and there are some bad signs." Shen Xi also asked, waiting for the Night God-kun's request.

Si meditated and suddenly turned to Wushan Qiyue: "What does the Mountain God Monarch think?"

"Me?" Wushan Qiyue straightened her face and looked serious.

"It's all up to the arrangement of the Night God Monarch, and the younger brother will go to the soup and go to the fire, and he will not give up." After speaking, he didn't forget to wrap his hands and bowed to Si Ming.

The black lines on his face covered Lian, making Night God Jun's handsome face at the moment look a little gloomy.

"Get out."

Wushan Qiyue knew each other very well, quickly turned around, put down his hands, and ran away from the three people who were worried about the common people in the world.

He Wushan Qiyue was already at ease, and he didn't know what was going on with the demons, so it was better to let him participate in this discussion of crusading against the demons, so it was better to let him split the two mountains.

At this moment, under the seven-colored gorgeous sky of the contour table, on the black rock, a humble boy with a white folding fan in his hand is dressed in a white robe, with slender fingertips, holding a cup of good and good good in both hands, and is leaning on the stone.

On the fan surface where each fan bone touches, a piece of white mirrors reflect the colorful sky.

The noble son who is sleeping on the stone is a little coquettish at the moment, like a demon growing in the world, like a delicate flower blooming in the blood-colored thorns.

Lin Xiao raised the wine glass in his hand, put it to his lips, and poured it into his mouth.

His mouth was only slightly open, but the wine was poured very quickly, and before he could pour much, it was already full of the corners of his mouth, drawing a beautiful arc on his chin.

The wine was full of energy, and the memories that had been hidden in the bottom of my heart came back to my mind.

At that time, Xiurong Mountain was far from the seven-colored sky it is now.

Desolate, dark, gloomy, not enough to describe. The blue-black sky was like black dog blood, covering this desolate land.

There is no grass in the first place, so it cannot be said that there is no grass; Ben also has no living creatures, so it can't be said to be inaccessible. The first creature here is him Lingxiao.

At that time, he was not in Xiurong Mountain, and he did not have the name Linxiao.

He was an orphan who was born in the heavenly realm from an early age. It's just that the heavenly realm does not have the glorious light as rumored, so that the common people in the mortal world are worthy of making tributes to worship when there is no rain for a long time and no harvest for many years

Begging the gods for rain. He even felt that he felt that the people of the Heavenly Realm were just as hypocritical as he was now.

The slightly open lips were indeed too small, and the wine in the cup flowed onto the dark stone leaning underneath, and a clear water mark appeared.

The smell of wine in the air made people who were not drunk a little sleepy at the moment.

He was born in the solemn temple of the Holy Spirit of the Heavenly Realm, and the gods and Buddhas in it all had solemn faces, and they regarded themselves very highly.

His biological father is the god and Buddha of the Western Heavens, and he is admired by thousands of people above one person. The incense of the mortal temple is dedicated to him, and the candles shine day and night, like the scorching sun.

Because of this, it also took away the incense of other gods and Buddhas. It's just that this god and Buddha are open-minded, and whenever there is a person in trouble who begs, even if he doesn't make offerings, he just worships the Buddha, and he will try his best to get them through the difficulties.

It's not like other gods and Buddhas at all, selfish and greedy, just enjoying the offerings of the world for no reason, ruling by doing nothing, but always hoping that the people in the world can worship them.

It was because they thought that the kind-hearted gods and Buddhas had suffered the jealousy of others, and those gods and Buddhas who had cut off the incense jointly drove the kind-hearted gods off the mountain.

Kind-hearted gods and Buddhas came to the underworld and used their Buddha power to help the grieving dead beings, purify them, and save them from the torture of hellfire.

In this way, the families of those who died gathered together to offer gold and silver to the gods and Buddhas who had fallen to the ground.

The gods and Buddhas soon became famous again, and returned to the Western Heavenly Temple from the underworld.

Those greedy gods and Buddhas were angry, and secretly set a trap for themselves, using the victims that the gods and Buddhas cared about the most as a complete set.

One by one, they pretended to be martyrs, and they could not control the barren land when they introduced this kind-hearted god and Buddha into the heavenly realm, and on that barren land, the kind-hearted gods and Buddhas were pierced by the sword, and the incense in the world was suddenly extinguished overnight, and the temples in the mortal world fell into darkness.

The afflicted person wanted to offer incense to this god and Buddha, and the flint and steel were sharpened in his hand for a long time, but the flame that was born could not light the bright red candle, and when he touched the heart of the candle, it automatically extinguished.

A generation of gods and Buddhas perished in this way and were mutilated by their peers, and it is conceivable that even if there is a scorching sun in the sky, there is darkness left in the heavenly realm.

The gods and Buddhas died, and an autumn rain fell in the world. The ground is full of fallen leaves, and there is a depression.

The woman in the mortal world did not wait for her god and Buddha to deliver the news again, but she was caught in a cold wind in an autumn rain.

She is also a suffering person in the world, and often receives help from the kind-hearted gods and Buddhas. She thought that there were too many people in the world, how could the gods and Buddhas pay attention to all of them, not to mention that she had no offerings, only a sincere heart begging for gods and Buddhas.

But the kind-hearted gods and Buddhas can always pay attention to her, and the breeze and drizzle can always accompany her. Gradually, her begging was always heard by the kind-hearted gods and Buddhas.

The gods and Buddhas listened to the words, and they also felt that this mortal woman was also very gentle and delicate.

She not only begged herself, but also begged this kind-hearted god and Buddha not to hurt herself because of the troubles of the world.

However, this god and Buddha were too kind, and after all, he was mutilated by fellow Buddhas disguised as suffering people, and he didn't even leave a complete body, let alone a lynx.

The woman kept begging the gods and Buddhas, and she went to borrow candles from the villagers, but even though the villagers told her that the gods and Buddhas had passed away, she still didn't believe them.

She went to the temple, and kept playing the flint, the flint was coarse, and it was repeated many times, which wore out the girl's hands, and the rough hands that had been doing farm work were worn out at this moment, and the blood was viscous and stained with flint between the skin and flesh of her hands.

Even the flint can no longer make fire.

She didn't want to believe in the gods and Buddhas who paid attention to her, so she fell.

That night, she lay in the temple and had a dream.

The Buddha was framed by his fellow Buddhas and died in a barren land, and his bones were gone.

It's just that the lynx is not without existence, before he died, the gods and Buddhas pulled his bones out of his body fiercely, covered them underground, and preserved the bones intact through the connection with the underworld.

It's just that the bones are too huge, relying on the Dao source of the good gods and Buddhas in the underworld, the bones are turned into vitality that can be reincarnated and reborn.

Just seeking a destined person can reincarnate this god and Buddha.

The suffering woman still prayed day and night in the temple, hoping that the gods and Buddhas could come back to life, even if they died, they could be reincarnated and die well.

Another night, she had another dream in which she saw the gods and Buddhas come back from the dead and be reborn as her womb.

When she woke up, she found that her lower abdomen was bulging, and there was a faint yellow golden glow under her skin. For some reason, she was so determined, this was the reincarnation of the Divine King.

It must be unbearable for mortals to endure the pain of being an immortal, but the suffering woman gritted her teeth and persevered. She thought about how good the gods and Buddhas were, and if there were no people like him in the evil remnants of the world, how many people would suffer and suffer like herself for a lifetime.