"Aojiao, you should have known that we could only live one in this world, so I would rather that person be you."

The blazing war land, the world without the sun is dark everywhere, the wind rolls up the surrounding stones, like a giant tornado, the nebula in the sky is bleak, a glance crosses, only the eyes are full of loneliness.

Hell's scarlet eyes shone with an indescribable light, and his arm trembled uncontrollably as he looked at the magic sword in his hand that was condensed from abusive qi.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't spit out a word for a long time, which made the people waiting outside the Blazing Continent anxious.

And Hongyan was still forcing him, "Have you thought about it?" ”

Hongyan felt that she should be calm, she couldn't expose her extreme reluctance in her heart.

"This Six Realms is destined to have only one of us, you have so many clansmen, and I ...... Hehe, I can't even be lonely for the rest of my life! ”

Ao's hand holding the sword tightened, and he wanted to say that you have me, but he couldn't.

Hongyan blinked, and two tears of blood flowed out.

"Since you can't make a decision, let me decide!"

After saying that, his body flew forward, and he was about to hit the chest of Ao Prison with a palm, and the palm wind spread out, and the waves drawn by the small dark red flowers outlined the outline of the palm, which seemed to be delicate and powerless, but in fact, it was invincible.

He didn't hide, he just stood straight and straight.

He smiled, smiled incomparably brightly, and if he saw the most gorgeous flowers blooming in heaven and earth, he would be ashamed of himself.

The blood and tears on her face were weathered, and her face was red, which made her even more bewitching.

Seeing that her speed had slowed down significantly, he couldn't believe the picture in his heart, and he made a move.

A palm was swung out, but the effect was not great, his pupils shrank, and it was too late after all......

He wanted to use fifty percent of his palm power to ensure that he would disperse her palm wind and not hurt her, or that she could defuse it by attacking him.

However, the palm that Hongyan had just now was just a trick, her real purpose was herself, how could she bear to let him die?

The moment she made the move, she saw the immovable figure of the Prison, and she knew that she was worth it.

She wanted him to live, and the lives of all his people were in the hands of the two of them, and if one of them went out of the Blazing Continent, it would be saved, if it was two......

Hehe, that villain will kill the whole clan, even though it is also her clan.

Her demon clan has been controlled by those things that eat inside and outside, only her death is the best way, and it can be the best of all, she must choose this method!

So, she used her other hand to use all her strength against herself.

And the palm of Ao Prison was not only late, but also dissolved a lot by her palm wind, so that although she hit herself with all her strength, it was also indispensable.

"No!" The roar of the Prison resounded through the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth, and all the demons, demons, monsters, and phantom beasts were unwell.

He galloped to her side, lifted her supple body, and trembled all over.

Because of the shortness of breath, the green tendons on his arms all bulged, like trembling centipedes crawling.

The smiling smile was incomparably brighter, and the whole body was lying in his arms, and the strained hand reached out, wanting to touch his resolute face one last time.

He intercepted her hand halfway through and brought her palm to his face.

Behind her ear, she slowly spat out a few words, and the little hand drooped.

She said, "I hope you can live in my place, because you are all I have, and if you die, I will never be at peace......"

The world of Hell had no color, it was all brilliant because of her, and in an instant, it was as if everything was withering, leaving nothing behind.

Under the rule of Barium, the entire land was shrouded in dim colors. For a time, no matter how big or small the demonic power is, all the people who are unclear want to break through the barrier and go to the world for cholera.

And this kind of scene is what Barium wants to see.

"Demon, you have to show your demonic nature to be like words."

The wind swept the clouds, and the demon world was devastated.

What is completely different from this is the illusion of thought.

The snow is flying, the distant mountains are dressed in milky white clothes, and the river surface is crystal clear, like a drop of teardrops condensed.

In the past, there were pink peach blossoms, white pear blossoms, red pomegranates, and more begonias favored by Hongliangshan, as charming as her, and sandwiched with a trace of purity, when the flowers did not open, the flower buds were red and gorgeous, like rouge dots, and after opening, they gradually became pink, like the dawn of the sky.

The vine swing under the tree swayed, swaying and laughing, echoing through the mountains.

From spring to summer, the clear lotus in the fields at the bottom of the mountain shows sharp corners, and the powder ends open during the day and close at night.

Fireflies flutter in the mountains, fishing rods by the river shake from time to time, and bamboo baskets can be lifted by bending over.

Summer is cool in autumn, red maple is all over the mountains, layers of forests are impregnated, and the autumn wind blows golden and staggered.

Sleeping on the grass, the blue sky and white clouds dance movingly. The wide sleeves float, the hem flutters, the ripples of the fallen leaves, and the drunken sweet dimples.

The snow is sudden in winter, wrapped in silver, the world is new, and the purity cannot bear to be stained.

Jade ink plate on ice, you come and go, kill decisively. The celadon cup pours two peach blossoms from the three, and the wisps of wine are swirling.

Now the mountains and rivers are still the same, but the old people are no more.

Prison floats above the Silver Belt River and meditates, and the sunlight has covered the protective shield of divine power with layers of gold dust.

In the gold, the much-cared for Cailian in Ao's arms can be faintly seen.

She looks so delicate, but she reveals a sense of stubborn vitality.

With the unremitting efforts of Aojiao, Hongyan finally fed Cailian's body, but her soul was scattered, and Aojiao continued her demonic aura every day, and then separated her divine consciousness to find her scattered soul.

There are 3,000 worlds, and I don't know how many years and how many worlds it will take for the two to meet.

Prison had already used all his power to preserve the body of the Cause, and when he came out of the illusion, he almost lost all his power, and when he entered other worlds, he lost his memory again.

Ancient books are deep, and there is also a lack of such records.

On the way to prison, I read all over the library, thousands of divine consciousness traveled between heaven and earth, with that little sense of spiritual connection, persistently searched all over the world, only to recall the past before the lights went out, and then returned to the illusion.

How many years have passed, how many worlds have been crossed, I still remember that sentence, not afraid of the wishes of the heavens and people, everything is only in the hearts of people.

Resurrection from the dead, a move against the sky.

The law of heaven and earth, everything is fate.

Demons are separated from each other, and they are inseparable from each other.