Xuanyuan Chaoge had to admire Hua Pei Qingyu's domineering poisonous reputation was well deserved, it was not an exaggeration at all, this domineering poison penetrated into the lotus heart arrogantly, making her completely lose her ability to save herself at all

Xuanyuan Chaoge turned her heart sideways, she didn't believe that with the cultivation of her and the monk, she couldn't kill a mortal who had lost her heart! She must not let the Great Desert Country be destroyed in her hands, and she must not let the Xuanyuan royal family be wiped out because of her, be humiliated, and leave a stench for thousands of years.

The golden lotus in the sky, the Buddha seal of the word "swastika" collided in the sky, and it was extraordinarily gorgeous and shocking in the dark night, stirring the sky to form countless whirlpools, alarming the cultivation sects to stand at the highest place and look at the distant sky, sighing which two Buddhist monks are discussing Buddhist cultivation, and it seems that Buddhism is about to come out at least two powerful people.

The golden lotus flower gathered into a huge one that occupied this side of the sky, and it was still extending around, which meant that the golden lotus had won.

The Buddha seal of the word "swastika" dissipated, and Xuanyuan Chaoge shouted: "Hua Pei Qingyu, you are not complacent, this princess is not your opponent, and someone else can take your life." In other days, your fate will be worse than that of this princess, and you will be crushed and scattered, and this princess will wait for ......"

Even if Ben Hou is bruised and scattered, you can't see it, but Ben Hou sees your end, which is enough to be gratifying.

In the temple where the incense was flourishing in Tibet, a handsome monk sat cross-legged on the futon and still maintained a meditative posture, letting the blood gushing from the corners of his mouth wet the robe on his chest, and letting the tears flow from the corners of his eyes, but he took a long breath.

Is it liberating? I'm still wrong after all!

Back then, she blamed the Buddha for not crossing her, but now she ......

The monk looked at the Buddha and thought about his life, both the Buddha and her!

"Master, what's wrong with you!" The little novice who pushed the door in was terrified, and looked around the house in a panic, there were no foreign enemies? Could it be that the master has gone mad?

"Out of the way! Let's go and ask you to come to the master. The temple is cleaned and guests are welcomed. ”

Hua Pei Qingyu put her hands behind her back, watching the water lilies in the pond wither, the pool water that used to nourish them was no longer clear and transparent, but thick blood, and each water lily was rooted in a skull.

"Miss." Lixia stood behind Hua Pei Qingyu and reported: The Xuanyuan clan has all been trapped somewhere in the palace, slowly waiting for the five-year blood pool plague to torment, including the entire desert country. Save, don't save, depending on the attitude of the royal family of the desert country.

Hua Pei Qingyu turned around and walked to the first gate of the Great Desert Kingdom Palace, where there was a large flat stone that was one zhang high and two zhang wide.

Hua Pei Qingyu's luck condensed the index finger of his right hand to tell a story from a hundred years ago, telling the song of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and telling the plague of the blood pool suffered by the desert country......

Qinghai

It's been more than half a month, why haven't you woken up yet? Ghost Moli grabbed his hair irritably, blaming him for not asking clearly.

The wind and the shadow were guarding the door of the house like two door gods, except that they had to deal with military affairs.

A wide hard bed, on the bed frame stood a Hai Dong Qing pecked at the feathers on his body in annoyance, hum, it is Hai Dong Qing King, actually coaxed by the lotus monster to eat a blood lotus seed that can wash away the turbid gas, so that it not only did not evolve but also became the messenger of the old monster, and the two masters were miserable, what should I do?

Hai Dongqing could already imagine that when Pei Qingyu returned, it would turn into the extra bowl of stew on the table.