Sichuan capital, the sky is as clear as ink.

The one-meter-tall boy led the girl who was a head shorter than him and walked on the riverbank across the bamboo forest.

The little girl walked slower and slower, and at last she stopped and turned her head to look at the other side.

"What's wrong, Haruka?" the boy asked.

"Brother, the blue lightning is flying, it's so beautiful. ”

"Blue? How can lightning be blue? ”

"It's blue, Yao'er obviously saw it. ”

"Yao'er is good, Yao'er doesn't cry, brother believes you, it won't look good if you cry. ”

The boy rubbed the girl's fluffy hair and smiled indulgently. He smiled, and the girl smiled. He followed the boy two steps and went home.

The little man walked farther and farther, but in the direction that the girl had just pointed, in the half-acre bamboo forest on the other side of the river, a person suddenly woke up.

He woke up from his dream. In the dream, he walked through a door with a man in his arms. He had no strength, no spiritual power, he couldn't hold it, he could only let her and watch her be dragged away by something.

He staggered, he stumbled, he was crazy, like stupid, he kept searching.

The blood, which kept overflowing, was too late to stop, and everywhere he stepped on it would leave a red mark. He had searched the entire bamboo forest, but finally found nothing.

He was like a puddle of mud, powerless like never before, like a child who had lost a loved one, and finally collapsed in the place where he first woke up.

His eyes were gray, there was no sparkle, no emotion, as if he had been robbed of his soul.

He was hopeless. However, through the slender eye sockets, those eyes were still stubbornly upward.

He looked up at the sky high up.

But what can you see?

No matter how much pride, no matter how unwilling, no matter how reluctant, you will eventually be defeated.

He has lost the power to compare with the heavens.

So what in the eyes rolled out, fell, dripped in the blood, and haloed the sticky crimson even more round.

Therefore, the rounder moon, accompanied by the rounder blood, is rightfully endlessly cold.

But under this situation, the young man actually laughed!

His clenched hand slowly loosened, and the corners of his tense mouth rose slightly. Tremblingly, the pale little finger intermittently lit up a faint light!

She's still there, she's alive, and sure enough, she's alive.

He can't solve the poison of breaking his heart, and who in this world can.

This is unbelievable to the Wind Evil.

But the Yin and Yang Soul Knot refined by the Nine Lives Demon Grass has never been wrong. The knot is in the soul.

So, he should laugh. If you don't really have the strength, you should laugh out loud.

It's still there, it's fine. As long as she can not die, she can always live. As long as you can live, you will always find it.

Wind Demon slanted at the corners of his mouth, and the gray pupils gradually turned blue, and the blue glowed, moving from the tips of his eyes, overflowing. He was really happy. I can't even hide my hatred. But if you want to be happy to hide that hatred, you can't either. Because he didn't have a big heart, not to mention that those people actually touched the people he loved the most.

Three Holy Dao Sects, Yin Yang Divine Sects, Ten Thousand Swords Villas......

Are the Eight Great Divine Sects of God's might......

Although I only knew that they were shameless, I didn't expect it to come to this point. For what kind of heavenly fate, he actually poured out seventy-two true immortals and seventeen immortal kings, and actually set up an ambush and designed. I don't even think about how many of them I've saved.

Seriously injured someone, deliberately let me get back, and it was a year early. I don't know who came up with such a good idea. It's so real, so hard, so rare, and so pity. It's a pity that it took so much effort to kill me!

Restrained a wry smile, the wind evil arched his hand to the sky, as if he was greeting somewhere, but he didn't know what he meant. may be grateful to God for letting his family Dongfang Xiao escape this heart-breaking catastrophe. Or maybe it's a mockery, a mockery of those high-sounding black-hearted old worms.

How to solve it is a later story. But now, he is the evil son who is proud of the world, and his situation is really embarrassing. After all, it was only the soul that escaped, the physical body was no longer there, and his person was no longer in the original Canglan Continent, and his cultivation and spiritual power were all gone.

This kind of encounter can be said to be unlucky, if it is not already cheap, I am afraid that I will really complain.

In his life, he has always taken care of him in the dark, whether it is cultivation or survival. I don't know if I should thank God or thank my life?

If I am grateful, I don't know if I will have such luck in the future. After all, there is such a thing as fate, and no one has ever been able to figure it out. Its cause and effect may follow the soul, may follow the body, and may be both. But now, he only retains his soul.

That fire burned the sea of snow and the aura around the sea of snow. All forests, all mountains and rocks, all spirit beasts or people that exist in that space, there is nothing. As the center of the alien fire, the wind evil is fortunate to be able to keep the soul.

These were clear to him the moment he woke up. I just didn't think about it before. Now, he was more concerned with the source of the fire than with the consequences of it. After all, it was this mutation that gave Dongfang Xiao the opportunity to get rid of the poison of death and regain his life, and gave the two of them a chance to turn around. But how, the wind evil has no way of knowing.

All he knew was hatred, and belated enlightenment.

He has missed too much time, and he has lost too much, he wants to exterminate those people with human faces and beast hearts, and he has to find Dongfang Xiao. He was going to tell her that he would give all that she desired. Regarding the past, he will completely let go.

The sting in the soul, if it is, is there. If there is, let it be. The past can no longer be a reason for him to live up.

Recovery would be a quick thing, and Feng Evil's talent in cultivation had always been even more amazing than his medical skills. However, before that, he had to stabilize the injuries on his body first, otherwise he was afraid that if he lasted another three moments, he would lose his life like his predecessor.

Wound in the heart, broken ribs pierced in. In terms of mortal endurance, if the heart is pierced, a person will surely die.

So the ex died, and the wind evil could get a chance to reoccupy it. Otherwise, with his broken soul, even if he can succeed, he will have to add a lot of losses.

The blood is still flowing. It still hurts. Glancing at the messy blood stains on the ground, Wind Demon slowly clasped his palms.

The lips and teeth rose slightly, as if there was some rhythm in secret, and the blood stains turned into scattered red stars, rising and thick. It's in

In an instant, the red mist seemed to explode suddenly, and then disappeared out of thin air.

The Dustless Spell, which he hadn't cast for many years, was already the highest spell he could cast, but even then it wasn't something he could easily use now.

Trembling slightly, he shrank his paler self into a hidden bamboo thicket.

Closing his eyes and sitting still, he raised his right hand and slammed it towards his heart. The sound of bones moving "clicked", and then coughed up a mouthful of dark red blood. This is the price of the rib alignment, and without enough aura conditioning, it can only be twisted alive.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes still overflowing. He intertwined his white fingers, parting and closing, walking or stopping, drawing or dotting. If it weren't for his innocent and harmless face, some people would think that this was a young man who didn't know how to learn, or a cult disciple.

Here, there was the occasional wind, but bizarrely, there was always a brief pause around him.

Slowly, a mist-like object visible to the naked eye lingered around him, and the fog gradually whitened and began to whirl faintly.

The whirlpool gradually increased, and more and more winds howled. The bamboo shook violently, and the gray clothes suddenly bulged. The white mist floated, winding layer by layer towards the wind. I don't know how much he was wrapped, but he was wrapped into a white cocoon. In the cocoon, the wind demon raised his right hand and pointed towards his heart. The pale blue light faintly disappeared, and the fine beads of sweat and the gradually ruddy face rose and then disappeared.

The fog clears and the wind stops. In just a split second, the Wind Demon opened his eyes.

His complexion had returned to normal. His eyes were as blue as the sky, so blue. His hair was black with a unique luster, but the original short hair was inexplicably long.

His lips were bent, his eyes were bent, and his long hair was raised in the wind. This is what he is, but going out like this is really noticeable. After struggling for a moment, he finally drew the wind blade and broke most of it. It's kind of following the locals. It's a pity that although this township has few expeditions, it is by no means gentle. This vulgar and unscrupulous is even more boring.

The wind evil has no choice, and can only be recognized. Whether it is the cause of the death of the former wind evil, or his lingering obsession. Since he took possession of other people's bodies, he accepted his love, his life, and his resentment. Although he disdains to do the right way, he is not so cold-blooded that he has no thoughts at all.

If you owe it, you owe it, and if you pay it back, you can. Even if this former wind evil is really a bit troublesome.