"I didn't expect that even you chose to stand opposite me." Pu Jia looked at the demon calmly and said softly.

"I'm just on the side of the people of Kyushu." The demon replied categorically.

"It's a choice, it's fate. From the moment you appeared before me, you and I were enemies. Pu Jia said slowly.

The demon didn't speak, stubbornly raised his head slightly, and met Pu Jia's frosty sword-like gaze.

Wuwu flew to Pujia's side, Pujia raised a sword in one hand and held his fingers in the other.

The faint blue streamer flashed across the sky, and the gabions on Wuwu's back suddenly shrank to an inch in size, and fell back into Pujia's palm.

With a light footstep, Pu Jia flew to a higher position. Wuwu also went up to the wind, following Pu Jia's figure and breaking through the sky.

Pu Jia lightly stepped on Wuwu's back, and the demon raised his head, looking at Pu Jia's long hair that was constantly blown by the wind, and was in a trance for a while.

At that moment, she seemed to see the shadow of the Yunmeng Immortal standing on the green dragon on Pu Jia's body. The man who used to have low eyebrows and a shallow smile was like a spring breeze, and the man who used to have a face as bright as a peach blossom would also have such a fairy wind and bones.

It wasn't until this moment that the demon finally understood that the former Pujia could never come back.

Or perhaps, she already understood, but only now she had to admit it.

Pu Jia once again held the sword in both hands, and the fierce wind whistled between the heavens and the earth.

The demon held his breath and condensed, continuously injecting the power of his whole body into the black basket light shield between the two.

"If there is an afterlife, don't meet me again." Pu Jia's words rang out in the demon's mind, with a hint of sentimentality like smoke and rain, rising and falling lightly.

The Heaven Opening Sword fell suddenly.

The dark blue sword light fell with a bang, and the black and blue light shield shattered instantly.

The dream bead in the demon's hand could no longer withstand the fierce sword light, and turned into powder.

In an instant, the sword light pierced through the demon's chest as if it were nothing, and finally fell on the bluestone statue.

With a "click", the bluestone statue was cut out of a deep sword mark, and countless fine cracks extended out in all directions along the deep marks cut out by the sword qi, and in a moment it crawled all over the bluestone statue.

Although everyone can see that the whole statue is like a rotten wood full of holes at this moment, which can no longer withstand the slightest destruction, it still stands stubbornly and proudly in place, like a veteran in the last years of life, quietly waiting for the end of life.

Silence, silence of all things.

The demon only felt that his body was very light, like a cloud wandering the world.

It feels like a soul detached from its body, wandering aimlessly between the cosmos.

The colorful colors of heaven and earth are gradually stripped away, and in the end, only an endless blue remains.

It's like a cloudless dome, like the surface of the sea.

The dream bead was shattered, and there was no connection between her and him again.

The butterfly wings behind the demon dissipated in the wind, and she began to fall silently, like a homeless tear.

A drop of crystal flashed in Wuwu's eyes at some point, crossed the corner of his eye, and fell lightly.

The wind at the top of Lingxiao Peak was slightly cool, and a wandering tear began to wander.

The dream bead shattered into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth, and a small peach pit floated quietly in the original position of the dream bead.

"Momoko, what do you think this is?" Pu Jia, whose face was full of injuries, carefully took out a peach from her arms and handed it to the skinny little girl in front of her with a smile on her face.

"Pujia, your face ......" Momoko trembled and stretched out her fingers, wanting to touch Pujia's face, but was lightly avoided by the other party.

"It's okay, I accidentally fell." Pu Jia took the peach's hand and put the fruit in her palm in her hand, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good later." ”

With tears in her eyes, she ate it in small bites, looked at Peaches with a smile in her eyes, and reached out to gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Master, one sword is still missing to break the seal." Seeing that Pu Jia was reluctant to play the sword again, Xiang Liu reminded impatiently.

Pu Jia didn't pay attention to it, just quietly looked at the peach pit floating in the air, as if she was out of her mind.

Seeing that Pu Jia didn't move for a long time, Xiang Liu couldn't bear it anymore, and he held his palm in front of him, and his palm condensed dark purple thunder and lightning.

"What are you doing?" The Xizhou Demon Emperor asked with a frown.

"He doesn't do it, I'll do it myself." As he spoke, Xiang Liu slapped a palm in the air, and the palm shadow of the dark purple thunder light galloped towards the crumbling bluestone statue.

A sword light suddenly fell, and the palm shadow of Xiangliu was scattered between breaths.

"Next time, the sword will fall on your neck." Pu Jia said coldly.

Xiang Liu opened his mouth unwillingly, but he didn't say a word.

At this moment, the inconspicuous peach pit burst out with a dazzling golden light, and the strong light made everyone in Lingxiao Peak Square avoid their gaze.

Only Pu Jia stared directly at the dazzling golden light, and watched the peach pit slowly fly to the chest of the falling demon, and then merged into the demon's body.

The golden streamer wrapped the demon's body, and instead of falling, she gracefully spread her arms and floated in mid-air with her eyes closed.

The endless blue in front of the demon was replaced by gold, and countless memories surged towards the demon like golden waves.

The silence of the world was heard again.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

A small, but powerful throbbing sound kept coming from her chest.

It was the sound of her heartbeat.

She slowly opened her eyes, and with a wave of her hand, the spiritual treasure robe of Meng Zezong on her body fell into her palm.

The golden streamer dissipated, and she stood barefoot in a white robe.

Looking at the familiar figure, the surprise in Aoki's eyes was hard to overcome.

She slowly ripped off her black veil, revealing a peerless countenance.

At that moment, she was an immortal Fu Dao genius in Kyushu, and she went through nine tribulations in one Jiazi and became an immortal.

She was a Chixia Daoist of the Lingxiao Sect, or, she preferred to be called a Chixia Immortal. 

She closed her eyes softly again, savoring the strange and familiar memories.

Those memories that she sealed in the peach pit.

In Ling Xiaofeng's boudoir, she used Guanshi Tongjian as a medium to exchange the fates of the two people.

Outside Yunmeng Mountain, she used the talisman as a help to send him on the last journey of the Dengxian Road.

On the stargazing tower of the Falling Star Cliff, she watched the thousand-year-old chess game left by the ink painting, deduced the number of the world's fate, and counted the rest of her life.

She was in the flood and water, and she pointed out the strange beast to grow right, leaving a cause and effect.

She has already calculated the world, and even her own feather failure has already been fated for a few days.

But how could she be willing?

For this day, in order to be able to feather and ascend to the immortal, she cut off the love thread, gave up her love, and even the bright young man in the past was buried in the deepest part of her heart, slowly falling into ashes, covered with dust, and turned into a memory that she didn't dare to remember, and became an untouchable injury.