It's just that the mountain here is not the normal mountain, but a kind of brown.

There is no river water in the river either, but blood water.

How does this look like an ancient Shura battlefield.

The old man in gray walked for a long time, and he didn't realize that he was already in someone else's artistic conception. However, with his willpower, he quickly regained his senses. He stared at the dim world and the water of blood that was falling. Gradually, he realized that he had been swallowed into the spirit of war.

A general with the will to fight, isn't that a god.

As soon as he thought of the general, a general with a unicorn beast under his crotch in cyan armor immediately came to his mind.

Could it be him? How did he get here.

With a stomach full of doubts, the old man in gray continued to stride forward.

He didn't know why he was leaving, but with the guidance of the artistic conception, he had to do it.

When he stood in the Shura field, a red mist slowly floated around him, and it spread out like dust and mist.

In an instant, it covered the main canyon, and there were countless ghostly shadows shuttling through it, and those hideous faces looked like Shura.

However, as the mist lifted, the old man in gray clearly understood what they represented. That's the battle formation.

On the open space for more than 100 miles, there were two kinds of red and black soldiers, all of whom were as hideous as ghosts.

Especially the Shura ghost general who was the leader, his face was even more hideous, and the corners of his mouth were pierced with fangs, and there was a cold glow.

An inexplicable thought came to mind: "You choose at will, defeat me, and you live."

When the old man in gray heard this, his whole body froze for a moment, and then he understood everything, he knew that even if he knew that he was invincible, he would have to accept the other party's challenge.

So he stubbornly pointed at the black Shura soldier.

Suddenly, a black smoke passed through his body, and the next moment he became the commander of this Shura ghost army.

And the red Shura on the opposite side also appeared a main general, but the man's face was blurred, and the old man in gray couldn't see who he was.

At this moment, that tone came to his mind again: "For the sake of fairness, I will fold my own troops into thirty percent, let's start."

At the sound of an order, the red Shura began to surge ahead, and the gray-clothed old man was stunned again when he heard this, but soon he reacted, his arm flicked in the air, and immediately rushed into the battlefield with a fierce killing intent.

Mu Yixue walked in a magnificent palace, and in the high curtains on both sides, there seemed to be countless curious eyes hidden, watching herself.

Mu Yixue was a little nervous in her heart, she didn't know where she was, and she didn't know what the fate she was going to face was. Like a panicked and helpless kitten, she let the beautiful woman take her wrist and walk through the center of these high curtains. Wisps of fragrance emerge from behind the curtain, with an intoxicating scent.

Mu Yixue Qiong snorted hard, and suddenly felt inexplicably in a much better mood. Her curious eyes seemed to see some doorway behind the looming curtains.

There are flowers inside, and they are in full bloom. There is also spring water, Mu Yixue heard a crisp ding-dong sound....

None of this is the most important thing, what makes Mu Yixue pay the most attention is still those figures that fall suddenly, their reflected posture on the curtain, like a fairy, charming and enchanting, Mu Yixue is inexplicably fascinated, if she hadn't been told by the beautiful woman in advance, she would definitely lift the curtain to see clearly.

The road to the palace was long, and Mu Yi had to walk for a long time before stepping on a high stone staircase. The feeling here was completely different from the outside, both the decoration and the palace maids standing at the door had solemn and serious faces, as if everyone owed them a lot of money.

Mu Yixue was dragged by the beautiful woman and walked towards the hall. Those palace maids with calm faces slowly opened the two quaint wooden doors with their arms. Then the incense mist drifted out of the hall.

The beautiful woman also let go of Mu Yixue's little hand at this time, sorted out her makeup very solemnly, and took a string of seven-colored flower branches from the hand of one of the palace maids, and then walked towards the main hall with slow and heavy steps. This time, she didn't reach out and drag Mu Yixue, but she couldn't help but follow the footsteps of the beautiful woman and walked into the hall together.

Standing in this empty hall. Mu Yixue immediately had an urge to worship, because in front of her, there were dozens of huge statues that were dozens of feet high, and they were carved vividly, if it weren't for the change in expression, Mu Yixue really thought they were alive.

The beautiful woman took a step at this time, stood in front of the statue, pointed to a statue and said: "This is the previous palace master, known as the Hundred Flowers Fairy, she is also my teacher, I became her disciple when I was very young, I can hardly remember the previous identity, in my heart, she is my parents and relatives, my only relatives in this world, until she died seven years ago, I personally shaped this statue for her."

When the beautiful woman said these words, there were faint tears in her eyes, which made Mu Yixue's nose sour when she heard it. She had never imagined that a beautiful woman would have such a fragile and sensual side. For her, a beautiful woman is an existence that is so strong that she looks up to her, both in terms of cultivation and character.

Mu Yixue realized at this moment that the beautiful woman was actually so kind, just like her own flower girl.

As soon as she thought of Hua Niang, the tears in Mu Yixue's eyes could no longer be suppressed, and they fell one after another.

I wonder what happened to Hua Niang now? Mu Yixue only remembered the scene before he fell unconscious, and he didn't know the result of the battle between Hua Niang and that wicked man. She also tried to ask the beautiful woman, but she got a lukewarm recovery and said: "Entering the Kite Palace, it is convenient to isolate from the world, and your current identity is the thirteenth generation of the Kite Flower, you have to remember."

Mu Yixue naturally knew the rules of the Iris Palace very well, and on the third day when she just woke up, she was instilled with a whole set of palace rules in the way of cramming, one of which was to abandon the rules of mortal dust when she entered the palace gate. It's just that Mu Yixue can throw away anything, but she can't forget Hua Niang.

The relationship between her and Hua Niang is like a mother and daughter, in fact, a palace rule can be imprisoned.

It's just that Mu Yixue also knows that she is now in someone else's territory, and she has to be patient in everything, so she tries not to refute them.

However, in her heart, there is no moment to forget the flower girl.

Especially this situation, this scene touched the fragile emotions in her heart even more, and for a while she cried so much that she was even more sad than the beautiful woman, who cherished the immortal master.

When the beautiful woman heard this, she turned around and glanced at Mu Yixue, frowning slightly, how could she not know what little secret Mu Yixue had in her heart. She is also a person from the past, although she feels the previous palace master in her heart, and even regards her as the only relative in this world, but in the depths of her heart, there is always a trace of sadness, that is, her identity before entering the palace.

It's just that those long-ago memories are now unscrupulous, and even if she wants to look for them, there are no clues. Therefore, although she restricts Mu Yixue with palace rules everywhere, she is very sympathetic to her experience in her heart. The beautiful woman reached out and picked up a handkerchief to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "She's fine, I think I've already returned to Taoyuan Valley now, you can rest assured now."

When Mu Yixue heard this, her big black eyes glared at the beautiful woman for a long time, and then she suddenly woke up and threw herself into her arms, and said excitedly: "I know that Hua Niang will be fine, I know."

The beautiful woman stretched out her hand and stroked her hair, smiled indifferently and said: "You can only keep this matter in mind in the future, and you must not tell people casually, otherwise you will violate the palace rules, and I will not be able to help you."

Mu Yixue raised her head slightly, and a touch of attachment appeared on her white jade flawless little face and said: "Disciples, everything is subject to Shizun, and Shizun is the best person in the world like Hua Niang."

For Mu Yixue's innocent words, the beautiful woman just smiled calmly, she knew very well what this attachment was like. It's just that it was this attachment that finally led her into a lonely abyss. But that would take her to really grow up like herself before she could understand it.

As for the moment, Mu Yixue's innocent smile is real at every moment.

The beautiful woman's footsteps stepped on the floor of the hall again, making a crisp clicking sound, and the whole hall seemed to have some kind of echo effect, which was transmitted to Mu Yixue's ears, and immediately produced a solemn sense of majesty.

The smile on Mu Yixue's face gradually disappeared, and she followed the footsteps of the beautiful woman to the next statue.

The beautiful woman solemnly bent down, dusted the flower branch in her hand on the top of the statue's dress, and then respectfully picked up the jade bottle in the statue's hand, collected a piece from the flower branch and implanted it in it. After the whole process was done, she turned around and explained to Mu Yixue repeatedly: "This is the tenth palace master, named Peony Fairy ......"

In this way, the beautiful woman took Mu Yixue to visit the eleven statues in one go, and finally she walked to the altar in the middle of the main hall. From the jade cup-like vessel, he took out a slender feather. Put it in the palm of her hand, then slowly walked down the altar, and gently stroked Mu Yixue with the brightly colored feather, until Mu Yixue was tickled by the soft feathers, she put away the feather and walked to the altar again.

"The twelve palace masters, Yan Xiyu cultivated feathers for the thirteen palace lords in Yuhuatai, dusted off the worldly impurity with holy feathers, and served the flower god forever with a holy body for eternity and eternity" The beautiful woman said, her hands fell to the ground, and the whole person knelt on the altar, and the feathers in her hands were also shining at this time, and at this moment, Mu Yixue's eyes seemed to be covered by something, and when her eyes were clear again, she found that on the altar in front of her, a huge and beautiful flower bloomed.

Mu Yixue swore that she had never seen such a beautiful flower, and its beauty seemed to perfectly interpret a person's ultimate pursuit of beauty. Even with a stunning beauty like Mu Yixue, standing in front of her, she felt ashamed of herself.

The moment Mu Yixue saw it, her whole person seemed to enter a state of illusion, and she couldn't even tell whether the flower was real or just her own hallucination.

At this moment, Mu Yixue saw the complicated expression on the beautiful woman's face, as if she saw not a beautiful flower, but an extremely terrifying thing.

Mu Yixue was a little worried about her, and couldn't help but stride onto the altar. She tried to reach for her arm, but was swept away by a powerful beam of light, and her whole body fell vertically like a shooting star.

At the moment when Mu Yixue was about to land, the beautiful woman suddenly recovered from her heart, she waved her palm, and suddenly an invisible force field caught Mu Yixue's falling body, and then she was dragged back little by little.

When Mu Yixue landed smoothly, she saw the deep wrinkles on the beautiful woman's eyebrows again.

Mu Yixue didn't know what the beautiful woman was going through inside, she wanted to comfort her, but she didn't dare to say anything.

The beautiful woman was silent for a while, then turned her head to stare at Mu Yixue and said: "The flower god is like a mirror of the human heart, the purer your heart, the more beautiful the flower spirit it shows, and the flower god I see is more and more ugly every time, it seems that I have too many sins on my body, and I can only be liberated by dedicating my body to the god of flowers."

When Mu Yixue heard this, she immediately stared at the beautiful woman in shock, tugged at her sleeve and said, "Master, you are a good person, you must have made a mistake by the god of flowers."

The beautiful woman sighed again, shook her head and said: "I know that the god of flowers will not be wrong, it must be caused by the impure state of mind of my people, from now on, the teacher will no longer go out to the mortal world to contaminate the world, maybe he can wash away his sins, if he can no longer clear the heart barrier, the teacher will follow the will of the previous generation of suzerain, and use this body to offer the god of flowers."

When Mu Yixue heard this, she nervously grabbed the beautiful woman's sleeve again, she didn't care what the god of flowers said, she just wanted one more family in the world to care. She didn't want to lose the affection she had just gained.

The beautiful woman looked at Mu Yixue's innocent little face, and seemed to have dissipated a lot of pain in her heart, and said with a long sigh: "The cultivation of the Kite Palace is a kind of pure immortal technique derived from ancient times, emphasizing the clarity of the heart, the enlightenment of the small body, the transformation of the vulgar into immortals, and the self-contained... If the disciples of the Kite Flower Palace had not taken this as their destiny, they would have been able to covet the Qing Immortal Dao one day, and then they would have been able to restart the Qing Immortal Palace and reproduce the ancient Qing Immortal Technique."

The beautiful woman seemed to be in a state of religious belief, and her eyes were permeated with a kind of willpower and determination. It's just that there is a trace of sadness hidden in her resolute belief, that is, the pain of being abandoned by her own faith.

Mu Yixue naturally couldn't understand the origin of her feelings, so she could only do her best to comfort Shizun. She is intelligent by nature and has a knack for listening to others. She quickly caught a very valuable piece of information in her head, and she immediately shook the beautiful woman's wrist with her little hand and said, "Master, do you mean that the previous palace master did not keep his pure heart, and finally entered the flower god with his body?" So what about the last term, the last term? ”。

The beautiful woman was a little stunned by Mu Yixue's abrupt question, she just said it casually, but she didn't expect the little girl to be so serious.

However, she subconsciously thought about it, and suddenly stared at Mu Yixue with some consternation and said, "You dare to be disrespectful to your ancestors?" ”。

(End of chapter)