Qingwei has nowhere to go, he doesn't want to return to Qingqiu, he can't go back to Yunshui Palace, and it is impossible to go to Xiantong Forest.

She only walked aimlessly, aimlessly.

The white rabbit followed beside her, never spoke, just quietly looked at her with red eyes.

Qing Wei sighed, he didn't know where to go, and he walked to an unknown place.

Billowing gray smoke swirled beneath the clouds, and there was a fog below, making it impossible to see the whole island in its entirety.

Qing Wei choked a few puffs of the sudden smoke and hurriedly flew down.

Only then did she find out that this place was very familiar, and this was ......

Wanhua Island.

Wanhua Island, the island is full of countless rare flowers and plants in the fairy world, and it is the largest tourist destination in the fairy world.

But now—

The demon fire burned the plains, and the flames frantically devoured the green space like a huge bloody mouth, and countless flowers were withered and extinguished, and the petals burned into black ashes one after another as they flew away.

Weeds, dead wood.

What should be a place full of life is now lonely.

The Wanhua Pagoda, which should have been towering in Wanhua Island, was burned red by the flames at this moment, and it was bloody from the inside out.

Standing on top of the entire island, its aerial corridor was burned down little by little, and the green silk rope collapsed, hanging from the tower and swaying in the wind. And the entire Wanhua Pagoda is crumbling.

The firelight, the more prosperous.

The entire Wanhua Island was rendered into only black and gray by this fire, and even the crystal-like waves that fluttered around it became a lonely darkness.

It has long been unclear where fire is and where is ash.

The whole Ten Thousand Flower Pagoda is lifeless!

It seems to have been emptied a long time ago.

She didn't hear the roar, the screams or cries of such a large flame, and the whole island was very quiet, only the sound of the fire boiling.

It was as if they were waiting for death to come.

And this fire is a grand ceremony.

…… This fire came inexplicably, not only Qing Wei was surprised, but when she came back to her senses, there were already countless immortals above the island staring at her in shock.

said: "-Qingwei, how can you be like this! ”

- How can you do that!

At that moment, she seemed to realize something that was difficult to break free.

The immortals looked at her in despair, revealing true disdain.

She shook her head in horror and argued, "No, no, not what you think!" ”

But the look on their faces had already sentenced her to death.

The immortals muttered meaningfully, "Oh...... Not really. But what a coincidence. ”

What a coincidence?

Qingwei: "......"

That's it, she doesn't have any more strength, she is tired enough today.

In this matter, the man in red walked through the crowd to Qing Wei's side, took her hand, and said, "Ah Wei, let's go back." ”

Qing Wei didn't need to raise her eyes to know who the owner of the voice was, she nodded, "Okay." ”

……

Although Qing Wei followed the phoenix dove, the rumors outside continued.

Qing Wei woke up again, and it was the next day.

Feng Jiu held Qing Wei's hand and said to her, "Maybe you don't know, but the news from there is that Wan Huajun is dead." ”

Qing Wei frowned, a little puzzled, "Why?" ”

"Peek into the sky."

Three short words explain it all.

"It was a vision when the Heavenly Realm appeared at the beginning, but there are too many people who know about it...... The Emperor of Heaven had no reason to spare Wan Huajun's life. Therefore, after Wan Huajun died, the whole Dao was also martyred. ”

No wonder, they all have more or less resentment towards her in their eyes.