Just to draw a poignant end to this bitter affection, so that he can indeed see this result with his own eyes, so that they can think of each other together for at least some moment in the next thirty years.

But he still went crazy.

The edict handed down by the Immortal Monarch destroyed his entire mind in an instant, and the overflowing aura that made him feel like a fish in water when painting became the gateway to the calamity, and he roared and fled with his head in his hands, thus becoming a slave of this edict.

The madman meets the monster, and this is the last face of the couple.

So Li Yiqing knew where the scene in front of her came from - in Yi Danjun's heart, the man was no longer in the small building on a spring night, and the man who made her see the world alive became a loyal servant of what she fled.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Xi Tian here did not have any eyes on the woman beside him, he was already a humble and crazy shell, his spirituality, his intellect, and everything composed of his mind had been occupied by that picture. He's just a mortal, he can't resist anything, he can't do anything but portray it.

He is the beginning, he is the end, and it all forms a cage of fate, and Yi Danjun finds himself never able to escape anything.

So this heart poison does not have the depth that burns everything once it is ignited, and the woman has completely lost her mental strength in the face of such an ending.

Li Yiqing didn't know if Yi Chengxin expected such a result, but she knew that she must have a way to deal with it.

One heart is poisonous, but change to another.

This mind is so fragile that it is really easy to destroy it.

After three hundred years of heart candle cultivation, the real edict will never be helpless in this situation.

But Li Yiqing is not an edict.

She still hasn't cultivated the candle sword.

She only knew that the only poison of the heart was engraved on the altar, and now it didn't work, and the girl didn't even know how to step out of this small building.

Everything is in a desperate situation.

But Li Yiqing still didn't give up, the appearance of the young man in the outside world falling in a pool of blood still reminded her, the girl took a deep breath, and ignited her last heart poison without hesitation.

Since there is no candle sword, let's quickly repair the candle sword.

But in an instant, the palpitations that rose from the depths enveloped her heart, and Li Yiqing violently held on to the pillar next to her, her face pale and bloodless.

The girl is really used to being strong, and her long-suppressed mind is not ready to face the last poison at this time.

Li Yiqing had no power to resist, and she collapsed for thousands of miles, and the full of emotions on the side of the boat in Catching Moon Lake occupied her mind.

This is the only thing the girl has ever experienced, and the most painful part of it is plucked out, and after being thickened and aggravated, it comes up all together when the girl is most vulnerable.

At the same time, a hoarse voice also began to faintly come from the depths, Li Yiqing couldn't hear its content clearly, she tried to endure the discomfort for no apparent reason, and condensed her attention to dismantle the two sides from this fog that were enough to constitute the Candle Sword Heart Poison, but she stretched out her hand, but she couldn't touch anything.

At this time, igniting the heart poison is indeed the only way, so the girl chose to face it decisively, but unfortunately determination can never determine the result, and what was impenetrable before is still covering her eyes.

The building had begun to crack, and the beams of wood had fallen, turning to ash in the air. After the girl dismantled the self-deception of Yi Danjun, this warm building on a spring night is heading for a complete collapse.

The demon gems from the outside world penetrated in, the viscous blue, the deep darkness, the withered sky of the dead and silent spring night was eroded and torn, Li Yiqing looked up, through the collapsed roof, the shadowy winding Cangshan had pressed into the field of vision.

On the top of the mountain, the indifferent golden eyes were falling on her.

This time, Li Yiqing didn't see the coldness in it.

There were thin snowflakes floating in her mood, and Li Yiqing even felt a peaceful sadness.

This is a woman's psychedelic dream, and now what Li Yiqing sees is the real Yi Danjun.

The building was in ashes, and the blue of blood flowed in, and the entire area quickly fell towards the underworld.

Xi Tian was still standing in front of the table, the snow had fallen on this picture, and the man gradually became the unkempt hair and frostbite.

That's who he really is.

The soft shadow of Yi Danjun beside her with tears was also fading and disappearing, and at the last moment, her sad eyes glanced deeply at the girl.

Maybe she has never been deceived by the same heart candle cultivation, but she has always had the same expectations as the girl.

I hope she can help her overturn the figure with golden eyes sitting upright.

But everything failed after all.

Until a hoarse and powerful voice suddenly sounded: "Why don't you let him finish painting?" ”

Li Yiqing turned his head suddenly, and the young man in green clothes was standing next to Xi Tian, looking directly at the figure of the woman who was about to dissipate in the heart poison with a pair of calm eyes.

The wind and snow were silent, and everything suddenly stopped.

"Have you really seen this painting when it's finished?" Pei Ye said softly, beside him, the man who had not spoken a word from beginning to end was still using a pair of hands full of frostbite, trembling with a pen to depict this picture.

Thirty days of cold and cold back and forth, his vocal cords and tongue have been frozen, he has lost all the ability to speak, and his spirit has been bitten to death in the realm of psychedelia and madness, and the high will of the Immortal Monarch makes him unable to do anything else.

This last ink painting, left behind by three days and three nights of sleepless work, was already everything he wanted to say in December of the year of Renzi.

Of course, Yi Danjun hadn't seen it, she just knew that he would trace the edict frantically.

The painting was finally painted.

Xi Tian slowly raised his head and handed the painting to the fading woman.

They had been together for thirty years, and in her state of mind, he had always been just a dead shadow that had been robbed of his will by the Immortal Monarch, and now, this was the first time he looked at her.

On the picture scroll, between the two lofty mountains, Jiaoying hangs down from the sky, on which is the pitch black that cannot be seen directly, and below is the mist of gods and immortals.

It is no longer the dry depiction of the apprentice, in the hands of Xi Tian, the aura of this painting is enough to make the viewer crazy.

And in the middle of all this, a figure stood on the high platform and stretched out his hand to bear this heavenly edict.

Whoever looks at it, the center of gravity of this painting should not be on the back of this fingernail-sized, but the author poured the strongest emotions into it. His body and soul were about to dry up, and he couldn't modify or delete any of them from this painting, but all the colors and scenery were pouring over this soft figure.

Just as they did on their first outing, on Mt. Qiujing.

This painting depicts the western Tiantong shooting snake light and dying on the ground.

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This chapter is not an addition.,This is one of the updates on the 19th! Because it's a small end, it's not easy to break, so I'll work hard to code it out first! Not to mention, I went to my winter vacation homework!

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