Why did he die?

They are clearly ...... Agreed.

The future, that ignorant dream......

The demonic energy is surging, the hairpin flowers are scattered, the green silk that has broken free from the shackles is scattered and soaked in snow at will, and the slightly drooping clear and shallow eyes gradually lose their original color, and even the streamer of the bright stars and moon cannot penetrate into the slightest.

It can't be achieved anymore.

As the girl murmured faintly before she lost control, everything covered by the demonic energy around her body was dark, it was the power of the Heavenly Demons - the realm of the Demon Palace.

Time still passes, and fate is never predestined.

"It's your choice to go or stay, I don't know what you're expecting."

Sighing lightly, a trace of helplessness flashed through Jun Xuanjue's eyes, and he sneaked into the fairy gate just to take a look at his sister who didn't let him feel at ease.

The girl who once met in the water, the one chosen by the magic sword, has the same unique status as him.

Now he is still wandering in Xianmen, and he has given up his appalling talent that is difficult to pick for thousands of miles.

At a glance, the end of her life is not enough.

And, I still reminded her.

Jun Lingling still likes to watch her brother powerless against herself, and she is helpless to frown.

The elder brother under the background of the stars and the moon is like the god who stumbled and fell into the mortal dust.

Stepping on the night, clothed in moonlight, the bottom of the pupil under the dark golden pupils seems to be embedded with starlight, and the moment the eyes are lowered, the tear mole at the end of the eye is revealed.

Picturesque and enchanting, warm and wanton.

In this world, no one should be qualified to stand by my brother's side, right?

After all, my brother is so out of reach.

"Of course I expect that."

Jun Lingling winked playfully, in her opinion, she was qualified to be on an equal footing with her brother, and she was still a woman of similar bone age to her.

That's a miracle.

And, why is this so coincidental?

It's no wonder that Jun Lingling was surprised, even Jun Xuanjue didn't expect to meet Jiang Wanqing in such a form.

It's not the same as when we once met.

Moreover, it is not possessed by a magic sword.

The green silk is like snow, the pretty face is bloodthirsty, and countless crimson flowers wither with her skirt that gradually rises in the wind.

The bottom of her pupils lost their original brilliance, and only madness mixed with a hint of hatred and murder remained.

Now the situation has turned into a demon.

There are two kinds of falling from the fairy path to the demon path.

One is the pain of frustration with a sense of autonomy.

The other is out of control for some reasons, which can also be said to be crazy.

Staring at the girl's miserable white little face without a trace of blood, in a trance, Jun Xuanjue couldn't help but recall the miserable appearance when she pretended to be calm and threatened herself.

Tears are full of tears, frustration and desolation, just for the safety of others, even their lives can be disregarded.

Why is she so stupid?

Jun Xuanjue admitted that he had already moved to kill at that time, but he never thought that he still had never forgotten that scene.

But at this moment, he doesn't need to make a move.

The dark golden eyes became darker and deeper, staring coldly at a chaotic lotus flower that appeared in the world, devouring all her moves.

Eventually bound by it.

And the owner of the Chaos Lotus is coincidentally one of the few people in the Immortal Sect who is qualified to let him remember his name.

Will she be in danger?

Somehow, such an inexplicable thought popped up in Jun Xuanjue's heart, but the next moment it was covered by a trace of disdain.

Heh, she had the Heavenly Demon bloodline and was already out of control, but she was only taken away by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect on the first day since ancient times.

Not to mention the bad luck, it's almost the same.

But, what does it have to do with him?

Bigotry.

Jun Xuanjue's half-squinted pupils were only cold and indifferent, extremely indifferent eyes, as if taking a second look in that direction would be blasphemy against him.