At night, the wind blows.

Tomorrow is going to have a life-and-death decision with Leng Qianqiu, Zixiu is alone in the room, pacing.

The cool breeze outside, the inside of the house was stuffy, and he walked softly out of the door, along the dark corridor outside, to the end, around a gloomy corner, into the dark backyard.

The moonlight is rising, and the wind is coming!

In the backyard, the doors and windows are old, and the bricks and stones are simple.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled the dampness of rotting wood moss and mildew. The leaves of the old vines are dense and thick, covering the shade of the yard. The lattices of the large tiled houses are narrow and dense, and the room is dark and winter.

At this time, he remembered that he had come alone, and he saw the river in the western mountains.

The last time I saw her, it was in front of the moonlight flowers in the backyard, and at that time, it was the eve of the decisive battle with Leng Qianqiu on the Phoenix Terrace.

"Sister Xishan, show up. He stood under a laurel tree, smiling at the bright moon in the sky.

This time, it seemed a little unsuccessful, and there was no movement after a while.

Suddenly, the brilliance appeared, Xishan Jianchuan was dressed in an antique red long dress, slender waist and long legs, charming and moving, the face was like a bright moon, the black and shiny bun was with a golden gold crown, and the eyebrows were cinnabar, and the air was like a flowing river.

"Sister Xishan, why is this appearance so grinding!" he couldn't help but smile when he looked at the beautiful and moving Xishan Jianchuan.

"I also said that you now have divine power in the original gods, I want to come up once, but it's not as easy as before. Nishiyama saw the thin hair in his ears and smiled clearly.

"Well, it should be my divine power that suppressed the previous Thor divine power. ”

In Xishan Jianchuan's clear eyes, there was a trace of uneasiness, and he looked at him and whispered: "I can't imagine that you can survive after being reincarnated, and what is even more terrifying is that the soul awakens, and the destiny of heaven is mighty." ”

"It's all over, I have to fight Leng Qianqiu tomorrow. He smiled indifferently.

Xishan saw that Chuanchuan's thin eyebrows were suddenly frowned, and he looked puzzled, and asked: "Zixiu, it's a little difficult for me to understand what you think, I remember that a month ago, it was in this place that I reminded you of a sentence, 'Either put down the sickle, or put your head here', why do you still have to fight to the death with Leng Qianqiu, almost lost your life." You know how worried I am about you. ”

When he said this, he remembered, 'Either put down the sickle, or lay your head here', this is a sentence that the Son of the Wind warned the god of death in the Yuanying duel three thousand years ago.

Zixiu instantly became nervous, and smiled slightly: "I remember, didn't that say the Wind Child?"

"Why don't you get it? Xishan saw Chuanchuan's clear eyes, looking very innocent, and there was no god in his eyes: "This sentence was said by the son of the wind, there is nothing wrong, in fact, I am hinting to you, be careful of Leng Qianqiu's destiny, reincarnation at a glance, didn't you understand my intentions at that time?"

What, 'either put down the sickle, or rest the head here', is reminding himself to pay attention to Leng Qianqiu's reincarnation.

After he heard this, he gasped, lost his voice instantly, and only after a long time did he speak: "Isn't it, you knew that Leng Qianqiu's destiny was the eye of reincarnation?"

"Uh-huh. Nishiyama Mikawa pouted pitifully and looked at him with complaining eyes.

He couldn't stand it anymore, and smiled bitterly: "Then why don't you say it directly, it hurt me to almost ......" For a while, his heart seemed to have been knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he didn't know what it was like.

"Isn't that clear enough?" she gracefully fiddled with her orchid fingers, like a little goddess, and explained, "Obviously, your strength at that time was weaker than Leng Qianqiu, so I kindly reminded you that if you want to learn the Death Wheel Writing Wheel, you should bow your head when you should bow your head." ”

"Isn't it?" he couldn't laugh or cry, his little eyes blinked non-stop, and said, "At that time, I thought you were telling me to stand on the phoenix platform like the son of the wind, and look at the world with empty eyes." ”

Xishan Jianchuan was also a little unbearable, his vermilion long sleeves waved elegantly, almost slapped on Zixiu's face, and snorted coldly: "Cut, do you think that you are a destroyer, right? You don't want to think about it, at that time, the master of the Son of the Wind was the goddess of ice and snow, the Holy Mother Huanning, what kind of gold and soft armor, jade belt tourmaline is too much, Tianyuan and Diyuan are protected by artifacts, you tell me what you have?"

After being scolded inexplicably, he came back to his senses and felt that it made sense.

Zi Xiu blushed and smiled sheepishly: "Okay, I misunderstood what you meant, but you didn't tell me that Leng Qianqiu's destiny is the eye of reincarnation?" If he had known that Leng Qianqiu's destiny was reincarnated at that time, and when the Phoenix Terrace was in a decisive battle, he would not have been angry with the wind god's anger and sealed the sky, and directly admitted defeat, there was no need to take risks at all.

"Oops. Xishan Jianchuan sighed and gritted his teeth with hatred: "How can I tell you directly, I am not a person from the Hanhai World in the real sense, it is the Thunder God's Divine Domain that maintains my life, if I leak the secrets of the outside world, I will be punished by God." Could it be that I hinted at the time. Isn't it obvious enough?"

"Obviously......" he frowned and smiled a little incomprehensible, "No?"

"What's not, you stupid idiot. The face of the jasper melon seeds in the west mountain and the river was rounded, and he gritted his teeth with hatred, and gurgled: "'Either put the sickle down, or put the head here', a son of the wind, a god of death writing wheel, in fact, I am telling you two things, first, there is a kind of destiny called attacking the destiny of heaven, just like the reincarnation eye of the god of death's writing wheel, one blow will kill; You said that at that time, why did you look at the world, what did you take to fight with Leng Qianqiu, a life?"

was scolded so bloody that Zixiu couldn't raise his head, lowered his head and smiled softly: "Okay, I know it's wrong." Then now that I have the power of heaven, can I look at the world and see everything?"

Seeing that he was a little arrogant again, Xishan Jianchuan sneered: "What about the world, and what about the Hanhai? Do you know that three thousand years ago, the Son of the Wind and the Nine Heavens Xuanshen were all dead, but they are really the true Heavenly Martial Gods, what is the result?"

That's what she wants.

Zixiu immediately burst into flames, as if he had changed someone, his eyes were sharp, he took two steps forward directly, and the distance between him and her was only two fists, and he smiled coldly: "Xishan Jianchuan, no, I should call you Sister Changsheng." ”

Why did he suddenly show this virtue, Nishiyama Mikawa was a little flustered, subconsciously hugged his body, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't you do it," he squeezed his eyebrows, looking ill-willed, and asked: "Let's talk about the Zhu Shen Tribulation, ordinary martial gods can only live for three thousand years, I think, you are one of the few people in the Hanhai World who have experienced the Zhu Shen Tribulation and are still alive." ”

The average martial god Yang Shou is only three thousand years, and the four masters of the Hanhai World, the Terran Holy Mother Huanning, the Dragon Emperor Rebellion, the Night King Youlan, and the Western Realm Fairy Zhaoji, their lifespans are longer.

Xishan Jianchuan suddenly trembled all over, trembled slightly, and took two steps back directly, with trembling uneasiness in his eyes: "Don't ask me this question, the Divine Tribulation is a great secret, if I tell you, I will really be punished by God, and my soul will be scattered." ”

If you don't say it, Zixiu didn't mean to embarrass her, and smiled coldly: "If you don't say it, then I'll talk about my inference." Could it be that outside of the Hanhai, there is another world, a more powerful world, and the Divine Tribulation is actually a war, a slaughter of a strong world against a weak world?"

At this time, Nishiyama Mikawa looked like a frightened little wild cat, and his elegant orchid fingers were also out of shape, cowering, and he responded in horror: "You are crazy, don't ask me this question, I don't know anything." ”

"I don't know, look at how scared you are. His expression changed, his gaze instantly softened a lot, and he smiled: "Okay, I'm just talking casually." ”

Only then did Nishiyama Jianchuan come to his senses, calm down, and muttered: "Don't look for me in the future, it's too dangerous to be friends with people like you." "She is just an ordinary woman, and she can't bear the cruelty of world war and massacre.

Zixiu shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and smiled obscenely: "Sister Xishan, as far as I know, the godhead of the thunder god is stuck in my earth element, and if you want to avoid me now, it shouldn't be so easy, right?"

"Nasty, bastard, I'm going to ignore you in the future. "Nishiyama Mikawa is like a naughty little girl, so angry that her cheeks are bulging and she has no braids. The vermilion long sleeves, with a gentle wave, the breeze suddenly rose, the brilliance was annihilated, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In the gloomy courtyard, Zixiu was alone, standing at the tuyere.

At this time, he could already clearly feel that there was another world, and he was looking at him with fierce eyes.