The place where Ah Huan took the blue butterfly is the Fengshen Cliff that the phoenix bird has the most nostalgia for in her life, she grew up here, enlightened here, and heartbroken here.

As soon as she left, the Anemo God Cliff was forbidden by the Anemo God, and no one was allowed to enter except him.

The phoenix bird was killed by him, the moon god was trapped in the moon palace by him, the phoenix clan was suppressed by him, and Qingqiu no longer had the laughter and laughter before.

However, no one knew that the invincible wind god stayed alone on the top of the wind god cliff, tasting the heartache of his favorite over and over again.

With a paintbrush in his hand, he painted his beloved over and over again, hanging one by one in the air

A smile, a cry and a tear, all looked at the figure sitting on the cliff with condemnation.

The long snow-white hair fell down, and the once peerless Wind God Temple was now lifeless like a dead man in a coffin.

He looked obsessively at the pen in his hand, at the woman in the pen, and was still reluctant to draw a black lotus flower between her eyebrows.

As if in this way, he could continue to stay in his own world, deceiving himself and telling himself that she had not left yet.

"Your Highness." Ah Huan's voice came from under the Fengshen Cliff, with a touch of exhaustion and despair.

"What?" Fengshen doesn't pay attention to anyone, and he won't ignore Ah Huan, who is also deeply owed by him,

"Your Highness, I have someone I want you to meet."

Ah Huan's feelings for the wind god are very complicated, he used to be the person who worships the wind god the most, but he should be the person who hates the wind god the most.

But he couldn't hate it, he didn't know where he could go if he left this green hill, the wind god's nurturing grace and upbringing grace to him, day and night with the scene there.

Until now, Blue Butterfly has brought the answer, maybe he really should really let go of everything completely, instead of continuing to let himself suffer.

The wind god would not refuse Ah Huan, and as soon as his heart moved, Ah Huan and the people he brought appeared behind the wind god.

At the same time, it also brings a familiar atmosphere of thinking day and night.

The wind god suddenly turned around, and a flash appeared in front of Blue Butterfly, staring at the red feathers stuck in her bun, wanting to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid and paused.

When the wind god appeared in front of Blue Butterfly, Blue Butterfly's breathing almost stopped, as a foreign race, even though her breath was covered by the phoenix feathers of the phoenix bird.

However, the wind god is one of the ancient creation gods, and the only one left besides the moon god.

The rule fragments on his body naturally suppressed the blue butterfly's breath, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

The wind god naturally sensed the blue butterfly's sadness, and with a wave of his hand, he shielded the influence of his body's aura on the blue butterfly, staring at the red feather with blazing eyes.

"Where is she, I've been looking for her, but she shields Lin's perception, and I can't find her."

"You are an ancient god, isn't it easy to find someone?" Blue Butterfly knew who she was going to meet when she came, and she didn't know where she got the courage, so she opened her mouth to stab this supreme god of the earth.

The wind god didn't blame Blue Butterfly for his words, he closed his eyes in pain, and his white hair danced with the wind: "She cut off the cause and effect with me, anyone can find her, and I ...... Can't find ......"

Lan Die looked at this person, when he came out I couldn't find it, Lan Die's heart hurt, as if all his strength had been drained, he pursed his lips and whispered: "The gap between the human world and the demon world, the king of Mocheng." ”