The floating islands of the divine realm are one after another, the golden glow wraps the white clouds in the air, the sea of clouds is churning, and the mountains are looming, which is really a beautiful scenery. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And in a remote corner of the divine realm, there is a different hanging island, its area is not large, only about the size of a few courtyards, but there is a laurel tree with lush foliage and extraordinarily tall laurel trees, the laurel tree hangs one after another small wooden signs, at a glance I don't know how many, and under the tree is a spinning wheel with a strange shape, different from the ordinary spinning wheel to spin the silk thread into cloth, the spindle of the spinning wheel is its own rotation, and every time it turns, there are red threads extending from the spinning wheel, Pull to the wooden sign under the laurel tree, and then with a unique law, the red thread will spontaneously connect in pairs, and finally become a red thread that pulls the two wooden signs.

With laurel trees fluttering, wooden signs tinkling and red threads curling around, the island looks like a mystical beauty that is extremely ethereal and tranquil.

It's just a pity that this ethereal and quiet did not last long, under the laurel tree, next to the magic spinning wheel, there was an old man with white hair and kind eyebrows, his eyes were closed, and his mouth made a slight exhalation, obviously the whole person was sleeping in his sleep. It's just that he may have dreamed of something bad, but his face was terrifyingly blue, his fists were clenched tightly, and his whole body was twitching slightly.

"Don't, don't—"

Then the convulsions became more and more violent, and the old man was sweating profusely, and his mouth was howling incessantly, as if he wanted to struggle out of a nightmare.

The howl was so terrible that it stained the otherwise peaceful fairy island with a layer of terror.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me!"

Finally, in a roar, the old man finally opened his bloodshot eyes, and then in panic and despair, the whole person exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

It's weird and terrifying, who would have thought that such a thing would happen in this divine realm.

However, even more strange things are still to come, after the old man turned into a blood mist, the blood mist did not dissipate, but instead rotated like a nebula, and then rotated more and more hazy, and finally turned into a door that seemed to be real and illusory.

A moment later, a beautiful young man in white walked out with a beautiful Miao Jiang girl in his arms.

"Tsk, the environment of this god realm is really good, the spiritual power is abundant, the air is fresh, it seems that Fu Xi is quite bloody!"

Taking a long breath, feeling the unusual environment around him, Mo Wen stretched his waist comfortably, and his face was relaxed.

Standing next to him, Zi Xuan's face was very complicated at this time, she swept the place where the old man disappeared just now, and a trace of fear and awe flashed in her eyes.

"How did you do that? Although Fu Yuan Immortal Weng ranks low among the many gods in the god realm, his strength is not weak, and the marriage island where he lives is even more prohibited, and the immortal god is sad, you actually killed him silently?! ”

Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders disapprerovingly, "It's nothing, simply put, it is to rely on the talent of the Dream Tapir clan to enter his sleep and kill him, and then use his flesh and blood as a sacrifice to open a temporary passage, which is what can be done to the guy who is less powerful, if this rune is a little stronger, we estimate that we will have to force it in!" ”

However, Mo Wen said it simply, but the awe on Zi Xuan's face was even stronger, because whether it was killing someone in a dream or opening up a temporary small space passage, this was not something ordinary people could do, and cautiously, she began to test Mo Wen's foundation.

"The talent of the Dream Tapir Clan? So you're the powerhouse of the demon clan? ”

Mo Wen shook his head, "It can only be said that there is the blood of the demon clan, and it is not a pure demon clan!" ”

The strength has reached the point where Mo Wen is now, as long as there is a corresponding bloodline in his body, he can exert the strength of a creature, and it is precisely because of this that he is so interested in the Pangu bloodline of the fairy sword world, you must know that Pangu is the existence of the bloodline apex of the Xianwu side world, coupled with the connection between itself and other derived bloodlines such as Zuwu and Sanqing, with it, Mo Wen almost does not have to think about collecting the bloodline of the Xianwu side, and the body of Pangu itself is also a great improvement in combat power, The current Mo Wen can't fight against the saints of the desolate world even if he adds Asura, but if he has the body of Pangu in his hand, he dares to argue with the other party, of course, it is impossible to crush it, after all, the bloodline is just the bloodline, and the reason why Pangu is strong is because of his talent and the accumulation of several eras.

However, listening to Mo Wen's answer, Zixuan obviously misunderstood something, she was stunned for a moment, and then there was a trace of pity in her eyes.

"It turns out that you're a half-demon??????

Although in the world of fairy swords, humans and demons are opposed, but this does not mean that there will be no love between the two sides, and the crystallization is born, and naturally there is a half-demon race in many races, but it is mixed between humans and demons, and it is not accepted by both sides.

muttering quietly, Zixuan's eyes suddenly became moist, and the original resentment against Mo Wen's unrestrained and wanton resentment dissipated a lot in front of the bumpy life experience of the brain, which made her feel a little understanding-the other party must be young and orphaned, so there is no one to educate her, and in the end, she will be open-mouthed.

Rolling his eyes, Mo Wen knew what was going on in Zixuan's mind with a sweep of his eyes, but he didn't bother to explain, but asked rhetorically: "Instead of caring about my life experience, you might as well solve the curse problem of the Nuwa clan!" ”

At the mention of the curse, Zi Xuan's expression suddenly became solemn, but she turned around and looked at the dense wooden signs under the laurel tree, and her expression collapsed again.

"There are so many people's marriage cards here, how can I find a marriage that belongs to our Nuwa family!"

Mo Wenwan smiled, "What's so difficult about this, you can understand it if you look closely, you must know that your Nuwa clan is special here!" ”

Zixuan was a little confused, but she still observed carefully according to Mo Wen's instructions, and after a while, she understood what Mo Wen meant.

It turns out that under this marriage tree, not all the wooden cards are drawn by the red line, and there are very few special marriages that are tied by the black line, which is a red and black color, so it is very inconspicuous to hide in the red line, and you may miss it if you are not careful.

Bad fate!

Although there was no explanation, the first time she saw the black line, Zi Xuan understood what the black line meant.

It is a kind of fate that should not be had, there is no fate, it can't be sought, it will cause trouble to the family, the sad couple, all the marriages in this world that are not blessed and should not happen but happen by chance.

And following this clue, Zixuan took a turn under the laurel tree, and finally found the marriage card belonging to their Nuwa clan on an inconspicuous branch, but everything she saw made her gasp.

I saw a row of marriage cards sparsely hung on a remote branch of the laurel tree from high to low, the top one was still dilapidated, and it could be weathered and scattered almost at any time, and then the lower the brand, the newer it became, and the name on it became more and more familiar to her, and the bottom one was her own name.

This situation is not much different from the marriage cards of ordinary people around, the real difference is that the branches of their marriage cards are hanging, obviously other laurel branches are the kind of green dotted with silver and white color, but their plant is completely black, the kind of black that is rotten and rotten, it is creepy to look at, and what is even more disgusting is that the top of the hanging branch also secretes a viscous black liquid, which drip little by little along the trend of the branch, and finally slowly smash on the marriage card.

And along with the splash of the black liquid, a black silk thread slowly grew under the original marriage card, and then slowly stretched to other branches, just after such a while, Zixuan found that under the black marriage line between herself and Gu Liufang, there was a black silk thread slowly growing, fluttering with the wind, faintly trying to move towards another marriage card.

Bastard!!

It turned out that the marriage of his family for thousands of years was not given by God, but was manipulated by others.

Her eyes were instantly blood-red, Zi Xuan waved her hand directly, and a spiritual light went straight to the black marriage line.