The dirt she brought up was scattered in front of her eyes, her neck was tightened and she couldn't make a sound, she felt like she was broken, and she was thrown high, she was still thinking when she was floating in the air, it turned out that she was really not blessed to consume everything that Xuan Yi gave, and the heavens felt that it was unfair, and retribution came to the door so quickly.

It is said that before death, you can put aside love and hatred, and realize the most important person to yourself.

Xu knew that she was in a catastrophe, and she spent all her few precious memories in an instant. In her extremely short life, the happy times that can be called can be counted with her fingers, and if you look closely, she finds that the moments of joy and sorrow are all related to the long and jade figure.

Be that as it may, be it all about.

If there is an afterlife......

"Xuanyi, can I try to like you?

A tear slipped from the corner of Chu Ge's eyes.

She opened her eyes slowly, not knowing why she was crying. In her dreams, she vaguely felt that she had become a flower, but it was Xuanyi who planted her. His eyebrows are younger than when I first saw him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is relatively immature. But this is the case, but the style of enduring pain is the same now. Chu Ge patted his chest, the pain of his body being split was so real that it didn't seem like a dream, but as if it had really happened.

She didn't know why she had such a dream, and after calming down the residual pain in her heart, she thought carefully, maybe she hadn't seen Xuanyi for a few days, and the thoughts in her heart were refracted into a dream?

Chu Ge felt that he really didn't have the reserve that his daughter's family should have, he couldn't see enough of Xuanyi during the day, and he had to sleep every night at night, this is really terrible for the girl who is lovesick.

When Xuanyi came back, in order not to jump into his arms immediately, he needed to be firmly stable.

The blue moon is beautiful in the sky, and the shadows of flowers are slowly all over the ground, which is the time for a good dream of the Spring Festival.

Chu Ge's sleepiness floated up again, and he no longer bothered to lie down, and when he fell into the dream, he still wondered in a daze, whether Nahua had escaped this catastrophe after the last encounter with the poisonous man, and this dream could continue for the second half of the night, so that she knew the final ending of the story.

Yet there was no dream for the night.

The follow-up of the bumpy misty lotus flower and Xuanyi is just a fragment of sneaking into a dream, the flowers and plants have no tears, but they can't help but feel love in their hearts. All living beings will eventually have a beginning and end, and only infatuation will last forever in the world. Through tens of thousands of light years, this thought has not been diminished by half a point, and it is entangled in the next life, and God is also merciful, but it is just a thought of all sentient beings.

Dreams are the past life, the present and the past and the next life.

Unfinished thin edge, this life continues.

Xuan Yi stood in front of the 10,000-character suspense, he really didn't want to step on this ladder, but his child's orphan was here, if he gave up, it would make the child suffer a greater disaster, but as soon as he stood here, he couldn't help but think of Iris's mother, although he used to love Xiyue so much, but it was just a piece of the past when he was young...... Because the fragrance of the Tina flower that day made him have to remember the flower that he cared for carefully.

Xuan Yi turned to look at the mountains that were not far away, and there was a lot of haze

The mountains, called the ghost clan, are his hometown.

He had been gone for a long time, and he had not even returned to his dreams.

The world only celebrates his successful life, but little is known about the place where he was born. In ancient times, the battlefield was surrounded by evil spirits, and the ghost clan did not escape the smoke of war, the sea of corpses and blood, and the demon slaughter. Xu is a hero created by the times, and Xuanyi was born in the most wild and harsh place in the world, and the two-word name was Xuanyi. This is his low-key birth to the depths of the dust that no one should know.

Wherever he was born, there is a battlefield.

But the Oni Clan has always been different from other places.

Not only was his heaven and earth born here, but it was also the only quiet and peaceful memory of his life stored here. I can't remember that tens of thousands of years ago, in a sea of blooming phoenix tails, the delicate and stubborn flower shadow. They were born together in this barren land, and they also met with some water, and he saved the weak flower. The noisy flowers accompanied him for a very short period of time, but they gave him a little comfort from the fatigue of the years of conquest. There is a flower waiting for him at home, giving him a thought and a way home. Until one day, the flower disappeared silently.

The barrier he had reinforced for her had broken for no apparent reason, and the remnants of spiritual power had told him that something different had happened here. At that time, when he decided to keep her by his side, he thought about how to protect her, but he didn't expect that he finally missed the threat from his side.

His sword drank blood and severed countless gods.

Let the heavens and the earth scream, and the four seas will be subdued.

The flower spirits had never seen their master angry, nor did they know that the master would draw his sword against them for a flower that even they looked down upon.

The Rakshasa who dominates the life and death of all things, the gods and Buddhas who fight against the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the devil and man-made disasters, the gods sigh and the ghosts, stop the killing with killing, stop the war with war, his coercion makes the flowers and plants unbearable, and they have fallen to the ground and begged for mercy. In the future, the ins and outs of the dragon will rush to cry out.

He would never do anything to a woman, but he still used his sword to resist the lifeblood of the phoenix flower essence.

The greed and longing in her eyes for him faded little by little, and changed to the color of fear and despair, and she trembled and told him that the flower had been uprooted by her, and she didn't know where it had been thrown.

The Ghost Sword and his heart beeped together.

The fierce aura of the sword shattered the meridians of the flower essence, and although she did not die, her thousand-year-old cultivation was destroyed since then, and she could no longer cultivate to become an immortal.

He searched the entire ghost clan, but he couldn't find the flower.

Not even a single leaf remained.

He pulled out the leaf from his sleeve, the only relic it had left him.

The battle and killing are decisive, and the obsession of life and death is ignored, he is such a person. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and death is as usual, but he still has a glimmer of hope.

He took the leaf to the lake of life and death, and if it was alive, the leaf would float on the water, and if it died, it would sink.

The leaves were thrown into the lake, and after a few circles around the lake, they sank suddenly.

He stood quietly by the lake, night

The evening wind was as unbridled as ever. But he felt the wind pass through his body, gradually freezing his heart.

He thought that this heart was cold, but at some point, the dazzling red of the little phoenix flower burned into his heart. He thought he could hold on, but he could only pale and futile as the leaping flames extinguished in the palm of his hand.

My father said that he was born in this torrent era, and he would pay any price at any time. If this is the price he has to pay, they live in this precarious and chaotic world, and they can't even protect what they hold dear, and the only way to re-establish a new order in the decaying world is to destroy him and reshape him.

He clenched his hands tightly.

Since then, the ghost clan has one less layman, and there is one more god of war in the world.

(End of chapter)