The night made the already solemn Demon Sealing Tower even quieter.

At the top of the tower, the girl was dressed in green clothes, standing alone, a green silk lost the shackles of the usual crimson silk, like three thousand waterfalls hanging down, showing a strange and bleak blue in the moonlight.

And she seems to melt into this empty, cold and solemn Demon Tower, as if the glass phoenix sculpture on the top of the tower has not changed its position for thousands of years, exquisite and solemn, but silent.

Only the crimson eyes were clear and clear, and the gaze was towards the moonlight, which was getting brighter and brighter because the inheritance ceremony was approaching, and the bottom of the eyes revealed a deep and gloomy sorrow.

The girl is Zhan Qinghuang, her eyes look through the moonlight, looking back at the years when the war was dusty.

In my memory, there was a boundless battlefield of heavenly demons, and the thunder and lightning struggled and rolled in the black clouds of the oppressive realm, as if they were going to tear through the layers of clouds and rush down in the next second. Countless figures shuttled between the clouds, and the sound of soldiers echoed in the sky.

Every second, a figure crashes down, and their life memories and feelings are not worth mentioning in the face of the flames of war that have not been extinguished for thousands of years.

The corpse of the Feather Clan warrior snapped its wings and fell, blood splattered into the air, so thick and terrible that it tore apart the silent screams before her eyes.

Some of them still have a breath, and they are imprisoned in the shrine of the gods, and their lives are better than death, and they will never see the light of day again; Some became food for low-level demonic beasts, and their corpses were trampled and humiliated; Some fell into the Demon Realm Blood Ridge, and the bones remained, and the blood became the nourishment of the Demon Realm Blood Clan.

The memory had passed for too long, so long that she recalled the shocking images she saw when she first saw them, and only a faint trace of blood remained.

But these memories have always been adding new blood red, and among them are countless lives, whether they are demons or gods, and after death, they all return to silence, leaving only hard scars in the hearts of the living.

The War of Heaven and Demon has never ended, but that thrilling battle has still become a scar that many people are difficult to look back on and touch.

At that time, Zhan Qinghuang was still young, she stood in the center of the huge palace, this is the Cangwu Palace, the four elders of the Huang clan, the palace of her father Feng Jiuyuan, and also her home.

But in front of her eyes is a demon god with teeth and claws, killing her people, friends, and even relatives.

The white marble steps carved with the nine phoenixes and the walls carved into green lotus hibiscus were now all stained red with the blood of their masters, and the finely crafted cracks were filled with minced meat and blood clots, and she couldn't wipe them clean.

A magic light came at her, and she did not move, her pale eyes like an abyss that had not yet echoed when a boulder had been cast.

"Boom!"

A huge shield blocked the energy of the magic light, and it was a resolute-looking man of the Yu Clan. I saw him scoop Zhan Qinghuang into his arms, and beat the sneak attack demon clan into powder with his backhand.

"Xiaoqing, I promised the elder to protect your life, don't let the elder sacrifice in vain!"

Fathers and mothers cannot be sacrificed in vain. They died for the Heavenly Realm, and she will protect this land for them!

So Zhan Qinghuang survived, and surviving means remembering.

She remembered the white marble steps and the flesh in the walls of the blue lotus, and remembered the desperate shouts and cries of her brothers and sisters and attendants, these things became a part of her, and she would not forget them until she died.

to death.

“…… Uncle Zuo Huai, will we die? ”

After the man led her to the defense line of the Heavenly Realm, Zhan Qinghuang pulled the man's already broken sleeve and asked.

Feng Zuohuai stroked her little head, and her tone was calm but gentle: "Do you know, legend has it that the ancestor of our Yu clan is a huge and beautiful bird, reborn from the fire, and suffering will not kill it, but will make it more beautiful and powerful." ”

"You have survived the suffering, you will not die, you will only become stronger."

Zhan Qinghuang did not disappoint Feng Zuohuai.

The demons were eventually repelled by the Emperor of Heaven, but none of her relatives or friends would ever return.

She stood in the cold ruins and bowed three times, and then looked up, her pale blue eyes were already as red as blood.

In the court, these eyes are called the proof of loyalty, and people are in awe of them, and she is on the rise.

On the battlefield, the soldiers were demoralized because of these eyes, which reminded them of those bitter hatreds and their determination to fight the demons endlessly.

And whether it was the battlefield or the court, all the people who saw her said that those eyes were exactly the same as the legendary phoenix of the Yu clan.

She may be a phoenix, reborn from the flames of war, with a sword in her hand, slaying all demons.

Only she knew that she had never returned to the Cangwu Palace, even though she had nominally inherited everything there, but in fact she had inherited everything there.

All painful memories could not kill her, and all painful ordeals made her stronger.

But fortunately, she is not homeless, because there is Cang Yuluan.

She is the only person who survived Zhan Qinghuang's past memories.

*

After paying homage to his relatives, Zhan Qinghuang followed Feng Zuohuai and walked slowly on the road.

"Whoosh-" A figure flew towards Zhan Qinghuang, and a wooden sword slashed towards her, but Feng Zuohuai, who had already noticed it, did not make a move to stop it.

"Boom!" Zhan Qinghuang subconsciously drew his sword to block, and the two wooden swords with the same workmanship collided in the next second, and sparks flew everywhere.

It was the standard saber of the Heavenly Realm Academy, the students of the Danshan Mansion.

The other party was obviously prepared, and when he saw that the blow could not be achieved, he immediately changed his tactics to meet him, and the offensive was endless, and Zhan Qinghuang, who responded in a hurry, was obviously invincible and retreated.

Another blow fell downwind, and she plunged the wooden sword into the earth, and the whole person took a few steps backwards to stabilize his body, and the ground where the wooden sword passed was plowed into a deep mark.

The owner of another wooden sword stood a few steps in front of her, it was a Yu girl of the same age as Zhan Qinghuang, her silver hair was like snow and the moon, her blue eyes were like the sky and the spring, even though the clothes and exposed skin on her body were dirty and damaged, she still looked surprisingly clean on the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder had not dispersed.

She pointed the wooden sword diagonally at the ground, and the cold air that had been frozen into the blade of the sword on it gradually melted, and drops of water fell on the ground in front of her.

"Ah Luan, you are still alive......" Zhan Qinghuang could barely believe his eyes.

"Look at what you said, of course I'm alive, but it's you, why are your eyes red from crying?" Cang Yuluan chuckled and quipped. As she spoke, she saw Zhan Qinghuang shed tears, and she suddenly became in a hurry.

"-You, you really cry when you cry, I haven't had parents since I was a child, the two of us live together, practice swords together, and take revenge together, don't cry, okay......"

Cang Yuluan wiped her tears with her dirty sleeves, and her originally clean face was wiped like a flower cat by her. Zhan Qinghuang pressed his forehead against her shoulder, and tears fainted on the girl's placket.

"Thank you, Luan." The sound was small, but Cang Yuluan heard it.

*

"Your Highness Huang, it's already half past the night, tomorrow is the Celestial Clan Inheritance Ceremony, don't you rest early?"

What emerged from the night was the man Feng Zuohuai who appeared in Zhan Qinghuang's memories, but compared to his memories, he who appeared in front of Zhan Qinghuang now was much older.

"Don't worry about me, Uncle Zuo Huai." Zhan Qinghuang pursed his lips and smiled, "Compared to this, Tianquanqing, who do you think will win tomorrow?" ”

"No matter what the outcome is, when His Highness chooses the darkness, the one who wins will always be His Highness." Feng Zuohuai, who was in the position of the Heavenly Power of the Big Dipper, replied.

Hearing this, Zhan Qinghuang shook his head and sighed to himself:

"Ah Luan, do you know that in fact, the one who loses has always been my ......"