The voices in the sea of fire were roaring, and they could hear the screams of their skin burned, and there were many more people running, dodging.

But it was useless, Zhuangzi was surrounded by a transparent barrier, and they ran to the door with a happy face, and before they could rejoice that they had been reborn, they were swept away by great despair.

The blue flames behind them came to them in an instant, devouring one desperate soul after another.

"Don't!"

When she saw this human purgatory, her heart ached, and she couldn't tell whether it was heartache or her body suddenly relaxed, and the pain that was forcibly ignored when she ran began to torment her.

In short, it hurts.

She thought she was yelling, but in fact, her voice was similar to a soft murmur, but Sikong Yang heard it.

His closed eyes suddenly opened, and the red light in them flickered, like an ominous red moon in the dark night.

She was still alive, and her mind could see that she was scarred, but fortunately it was all skin wounds.

She was still alive, Sikong Yang closed his eyes again, his lips continued to buzz, and almost in a moment, the downpour fell.

The raindrops were urgent, rushing towards the laughing blue flames, but they didn't extinguish them.

The flames dodged for a while, and found that the rain, which was a torrential rain in the heavens and the earth, was just a drop in the bucket for them.

They no longer dodge, but come out again to reap the harvest of life.

It's useless.

Sikong Yang's two sword eyebrows frowned together, a drop of sweat fell from the corner of his forehead, and the torrential rain became a little bigger, faintly mixed with a little hail.

She looked up, the rainstorm covered the dark night with a layer of white fog, and the loud sound of the raindrops falling made her no longer hear the sound in the fire, and an enchantment rose beside her, and the rain avoided her.

Sikong Yang knew she was here.

At this moment, Taixia was really relaxed, she took two deep breaths, her heart beat twice rapidly, her mind was dizzy, she shook, and fell to the ground.

The torrential rain continued, and small beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and the blood on his face faded.

Finally, the uninterrupted rain gave the raging flames a trace of extinguishment, and he recited the incantation.

I don't know how long it took, but the blue flame gradually went out, the rain in the sky became lighter, and when the last trace of flame was gone, he fell from the sky.

The quiet and peaceful Zhuangzi has been devastated by the flames and torrential rains, and all that is left is the ruins, the marks of charred everywhere, and the charred corpses everywhere.

Sikong Yang's divine sense looked at all this.

The flames were extinguished, but no one survived.

A familiar scene appeared in Sikong Yang's mind.

In the distance, the sound of chanting sounded in the distance.

A young monk in a robe came from far and near, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and a compassionate expression on his face.

"Sikong Yang, long time no see."

He quietly looked at the mountain of corpses at the door, there was a mother and daughter, the mother was lying on the ground, her arms were raised upward, not far from her, was a charred child with his face lying on the door and burned, looking like he was four or five years old.

"Clear, useless."

The young monk recited the Buddha's name, and his voice was filled with endless compassion: "Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven, and you don't have to blame yourself too much." ”

He came to Qianyuan City this time because of a string of Buddha relics that were stolen from the temple in the early years, and when he heard that Sikong Yang was here, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, he had a premonition when the strange fire in the sky lit up.

"I shouldn't have come out."

The clear comfort didn't make him feel any better.

He didn't look at the sudden appearance of the clarity, knelt down on one knee beside the fainted Taixia, and with a strong arm, he beat her horizontally and hugged her.

Suddenly, there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he forcibly stopped the blood that was about to spurt out, and coughed, and the gurgling blood slowly flowed down the corners of his lips.

There was a tumult in his chest, he didn't pause, holding the figure of Taixia and drifting away.

The clouds dispersed in the sky, and Sikong Yang's words remained in the wind.

"I'm sorry for you, Master Clarity."

The young monk recited the Buddha's name, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and recited the Sutra of Death.

Sikong Yang's spiritual power was consumed too much in this rainfall, and even the opening of the teleportation array was extremely difficult, and the spirit mansion had a kind of pain that was forcibly extracted, and even the flowers and plants inside showed signs of withering.

The pain in the internal organs became more and more intense, and the blood at the corners of the mouth kept flowing out slowly, but Sikong Yang didn't care.

Both of them appeared in the Hanging Sky Valley dripping with blood, and Sikong Yang's last trace of spiritual power was also used up, his eyes slowly closed like the darkness of the night, his arms were weak and weak, and his legs had no strength.

At the moment of falling, he still remembers holding Yutai Xia in his arms and becoming a meat pad.

Luo Hua had just found the man who bumped into her that day among the hundreds of guards in the Demon Palace.

It was Lin Xiangchen.

Luo Hua stood where the guards were resting, looking at Lin Xiangchen with stars in her big cat-like eyes.

He sat on a stone bench, his long thick eyelashes half-drooping, the corners of his mouth straight, not knowing what he was thinking.

"My name is Luo Hua, what's your name?"

Her voice is soft and sweet, and she is very good.

He intended to find out about the situation of the Demon Palace through Luohua, but he also knew that excessive flattery would only make her suspicious, so he replied in a normal tone: "Lin Xiangchen." ”

He opened his eyes and looked at Luo Hua, the girl did not retreat because of his slight coldness, and the curiosity in her eyes overflowed into her eyes.

"I'm sorry I accidentally bumped into you that day." He was about to say something, but Luo Hua's cheeks were already red.

"It's okay, it's okay, if you feel really sorry for me, then accompany me to Hanging Sky Valley."

After speaking, she thought that such a direct would not scare Lin Xiangchen, so she used her hands as a fan to fan the wind on both sides of her cheeks, and explained: "I stay in the palace every day and suffocate to death, and the king said that if I go outside, I will have to follow people." ”

"I'm sorry to trouble them."

It's strange, who in the whole palace doesn't know that Luo Hua is a little devil, sorry? They all suspected that she didn't know how to write these four words.

It's all Sikong Yang's pet, if she wasn't a little self-aware, she would have been lawless a long time ago.

Lin Xiangchen grew up in the mortal pile since he was a child, and most of the women he came into contact with were reserved and restrained, and the little girl Luohua was even more presumptuous than the Shantai Xia.

"It's my fault, I'm with you."

"Hey, hey, hey."

She couldn't control her stupid smile a little, and when she saw Lin Xiangchen's puzzled gaze, she quickly stopped it again and changed into her innocent and cute appearance before.

She's already figured it out.

The bottom of the Hanging Sky Valley is not fun at all, except for the endless stones and a few grasses that are full of green in spring, summer, autumn and winter, all of which are desolate, where is there anything to visit, she might as well go to the hanging garden built by Sikong Yang.

But those stones are of wonderful use, she can walk and walk at that time, pretend that she has broken her foot, and then fall into Lin Xiangchen's arms next to her.

Wonderful!

She didn't like Lin Xiangchen much, but she grew up next to Sikong Yang, and she had never seen such a handsome person other than Sikong Yang.

The meeting between the two is so romantic, she feels that Lin Xiangchen should be her true destiny.

It's just that she has to test his conduct.

Her plan is good, if she hadn't seen Sikong Yang and Taixia lying at the bottom of the Hanging Sky Valley, she might have succeeded.

"King—"

It's been a long time since she's seen Sikong Yang covered in blood, he has been at the bottom of the Hanging Sky Valley for a long time, and he doesn't even go to the secret realm.

She remembered that when she was a child, she could only see Sikong Yang once a month or two, and every time he came back, he was covered in blood, his face was numb, and he would have to be alone in the bedroom for several days before he came out, and then he played with her for a few days and then disappeared again.

This frequency gradually decreased as she grew older, and he didn't go out a few times a year, so she could spend a lot of time with him.

Now the image in her memory struck again, and Luo Hua's breathing stopped for a moment.

When she was a child, she was very scared, because Sikong Yang at that time simply came back with a breath.

He is now hugging and falling to the ground with Tantai Xia, who is still in rags, and he doesn't know what they have been through.

"Didn't you just go to Qianyuan City?"

She almost stumbled towards the two of them, and the ground beneath her feet was uneven, but she walked on the ground.

Lin Xiangchen was faster than her, and he ran straight to Tangtai Xia.

Her body was not so much dressed as a piece of clothing, her arms and legs were exposed, and Lin Xiangchen saw her bloody soles of her feet and miserable white lips.

His eyes were split, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to move Taixia.

He felt that he might be hallucinating.

Why is his Xia Xia like this? He stared at Taixia's chest, and he could see a slight undulation, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly.

Thin, warm breaths hit his fingertips.

Tears flowed down her cheeks without pause.

Only then did he look at Sikong Yang next to him.

Compared to the scarred Tantai Xia, he just lay beside her as if he was out of strength, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth could see that he was suffering internal injuries.

It's all this man, the grief and distress in his eyes all turned into ruthlessness, and the fingers on the other side moved lightly twice, and the spirit sword at the dantian was about to move.

"Don't be stunned! You take the king, the girl from Lantai to me, go back to the palace quickly! ”

Luo Hua hurried over, and she didn't notice anything unusual for the time being.

Lin Xiangchen's eyes flashed.

There is only Luo Hua here, if he kills Luo Hua together, no one will know that he did it, what a good opportunity.

The spirit sword silently appeared behind Luo Hua's unguarded back, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the back of her heart.

His mind moved.

"Woo......" The long eyelashes of the summer crow feather trembled slightly, and a whimper came out of his throat.

Her voice brought Lin Xiangchen back to his senses.

He almost killed innocent people!

He was scared for a while.

Although Sikong Yang is the big devil who everyone in the Xuan Demon Continent is punished, Luo Hua is just an ordinary mortal.

Just like all the ordinary people on the Xuan Demon Continent.

It was as if he had been possessed by demonic thoughts.