The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. -- "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems: Part 5" Gong Zizhen

Sprinkle incense and eliminate leaves, and dye Qingfeng. Ignoring the tears in his eyes, the sky said goodbye to the moon mirror.

Between heaven and earth, the forest river is long, the heart is actually not the heart, and there is no grass, a barren place. In the middle, two huge crooked trees of fiery red hugged into the sky, their trunks twisted, their branches entwined, and their leaves intertwined. A purple-gold fierce beast was wrapped inside, leaving only the huge head exposed, diffusing the blood light of gold dust, and wafting with a violent aura.

The giant beast struggled unyieldingly, looking at a red-haired middle-aged man covered in blood in front of him. The giant beast screamed angrily in the sky, and the fear on its face could not be concealed, perhaps, even it felt the great threat in it.

The two giant trees hugged the ground tighter and tighter, and the giant beast was firmly twisted inside, and then disappeared into it.

On the opposite side was the middle-aged man with red hair and red beard, the middle-aged man's wound was deep and bone-deep, and grass-green blood was gushing out. Although he was seriously wounded, his expression was leisurely, standing tall and proud, and he did not show any pain at all. Next to him was a black-haired teenager, looking at him earnestly. The middle-aged man glanced at the young man, smiled slightly, turned his head to look at the two maple trees, and said lightly:

"Kaede Sacrifice."

After that, the two maple trees that entered the sky were shattered, and the fierce king was instantly smeared into powder and exploded, but Pang Shuo's body had no trace at this time, and completely disappeared into the air.

Needless to say, Feng Yu coughed up another mouthful of thick green bloody phlegm, and then poured it to the ground. "Envoy!" The turtle god hurriedly caught Feng Xuan's body, worried, and confused.

"Turtle God, this Maple Sacrifice is to use my life to stimulate the true power of the Reincarnation Maple, and it can even surpass the Divine Tree. Not to mention the Hideous King, even if it is a divine beast, it will turn into dust and disappear under the sacrifice of Kaede. ”

"What? Promise you? "The turtle god was frightened, with his own life? Isn't that the messenger?

"It has long been destined in the dark, and so is Mother and Pu Da, who are also bound and sucked by it until the end of their lives, and we are like this. In the end, it's up to you."

"I don't want it all! I just want you to live! The turtle god's silver teeth had bitten through his lower lip, spilling purple droplets of blood, and sorrow arose.

"Don't be like this, child, for thousands of years, luck is not counted, and the world has long been different. Everything we do is for it, and you have to change it after all, whether it is the world or yourself. Feng Xuan's voice became smaller and smaller, but there was bitterness on his resolute face, and the emerald green blood covered his entire body. He was already dying.

The turtle god's tears wet his eyes again, and large dripping down them.

"Turtle God, you can." Feng Feng stretched out his trembling bloody hand and gently wiped away the tears from the turtle god's cheeks. He looked up at the sky again and muttered, "In the next life, I don't want to be like this." ”

With that, his hands hung down, his eyes closed, and he had returned to the west, lying peacefully in the arms of the turtle god.

The turtle god hugged Feng Ji tightly, as if he didn't want to let go. He slowly stood up and strode toward the sky.

Above thousands of people, the dark night sprinkled down the top of the mountain. A sturdy black-haired young man, looking up at the sky: spots of light are all over the sky, and groups of spots are shining. On the side, on a side of the stone, a middle-aged man with fiery red hair lay quietly on it. His straight eyebrows and beard were stained with asphalt, and he was dressed in a tattered leaf coat dyed blue, but his face was full of satisfied smiles, like a child. The ink-haired boy brushed his Qiu Ran's red hair, and the sadness in his eyes smeared with love, drifting into the distance.

"Accept, go slowly."

Suddenly, Feng Xuan's body vibrated tremblingly. From foot to head, the floating color is bright red starlight. Between heaven and earth, the chaos arises, and the mangs are like a dusting veil, invincible to this stone. The stone light shimmered, and the vast galaxy shone on a clear light. With the change of this Chen eye, Shi Yang relied on the vermilion luster of the soil to be clear and translucent, suspended on the ground current, slowly retracted, and gradually accumulated into a little crystal spotlight. Although this speckled light is as bright as it is, it contains soft energy, radiating a quiet and beautiful light, and is filled with a clear and cold temperature. This spot is full of flames, but it is like a burial, and then it shines brightly.

The blue light encircles this red light, which must be attached and raised. Yan Yan spring mud appeared in the air, slowly holding up the light spot to the Milky Way, and rolling into Chenluo. Then, the blue light of the hole faded, and the Yin spot also entered the mantle, and the magnificent light was brilliant and scorching.

With the addition of this crimson spotted light, the sea of stars that were clearly extinguished was surging, and a large area of spotted light was like a vicissitudes of life, spreading suddenly, "boom!! "The speckled lights are rearranged and combined, simulated, mayflies, and transformed, and the intoxicating light is instantly washed and rotated.

I don't know for a long time, this new pattern has been lonely, and the light and extinction have been seen again like the world.

The turtle god watched the light spots leave, the distant shadow was empty, he took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the old man who appeared behind him at some point, the old man had long hair and fell to the ground, his eyebrows were heavy, his face was green and his temples were green, and his face was mottled with traces of time. His wooden crutch had already fallen to the ground, and his sunken eyes were covered with tears, sliding down the wrinkled ravines in strings.

"Grandpa." The two looked at each other without saying a word, and the turtle god spoke.

"Fengjiao, you have suffered, go in peace." After a while, his deep eyes dimmed, and he let out a long sigh, then patted the turtle god on the shoulder, picked up the wooden staff that had fallen to the ground, and turned to leave.

Fall red, step on the late autumn, look up at the dead trees and walk magpie gulls. What if spring goes to autumn? Sigh lightly, don't send sorrow for a long time. Outside the new green, the meaning is not endless, and the spring branches and condors are seen from afar. How much can you ask for? Long smile, a hundred flowers bloom to comfort Jingliu.

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