Just when Zhixuan desperately thought that this was her farewell to Hehuan, a pink figure fell from the sky, secretly reciting the true secret, and concentrated on swinging the sword towards the barrier set by Ruoshuang!

I saw that the pink light of the sword collided with the blue enchantment, and the impact caused countless lightning and thunder, reflecting the firm and forbearant face of the pink butterfly!

It turned out to be a pink butterfly! It turned out to be the head of the four envoys of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion!

As the pink butterfly's eyes became more and more resolute, the pink light became more and more powerful, weakening the blue barrier little by little, but inspiring lightning and thunder to move more and more violently!

The reflection in Pink Butterfly's eyes is full of fiery danger, but it reflects the firm belief that this barrier must be broken!

Everyone in the enchantment was stunned, watching in amazement as this pink woman who relied on her own strength broke the meticulous thunder spell set by a hundred years of cultivation for Ruoshuang, and without exception, they all held their breath.

The shock of this scene was far greater than the surprise - the firm belief and the determination to succeed had never been seen so moving in such a single woman!

She's laying down her life to save them!

Why, on earth, isn't she Wakashuang's subordinate?!

As the pink light overwhelmed the last faint pale blue, the final lightning and thunder of the Thunder Spell also reflected on Pink Butterfly's chest!

"Poof—"

Pink Butterfly covered her chest with a painful face, and a mouthful of blood gushed out irrepressibly!

Holding the sword with one hand, Pink Butterfly knelt on the spot, unable to move anymore.

The Thunder Spell just now had exhausted her strength, and the final blow of the backlash shook her internal organs and began to cramp violently......

"Let's go...... Don't go again...... It's too late......" Pink Butterfly urged everyone to leave with difficulty, her brows already wrinkled into an endless sea.

"Thank you. Mo Tian clenched his fists deeply, didn't have time to say more words of gratitude, sighed deeply, and brushed past the pink butterfly and went straight to the direction where Zhao Hehuan left.

Ling Yuan also bowed his head with great respect and gratitude, and showed endless thanks, and chased after Mo Tian.

Thanksgiving, reverence and admiration in turn, gave this strange woman with a righteous heart without hesitation!

When Zhixuan was leaving, he couldn't help but lean down and put the last life-saving pill on Situ Ming's body into Pink Butterfly's mouth, and then hugged her gently.

Zhixuan knew that the pink butterfly must have been injured a lot. But there's only so much more she can do.

Pink Butterfly must have known the truth of the matter, so she did not hesitate to save her life.

And all they can do is not let her efforts go to waste.

Therefore, walking firmly is the greatest respect for Pink Butterfly.

The figure of the group disappeared reluctantly but determinedly, and the figure of a pink woman kneeling on one knee and bowing her head to hold a sword was in their hearts, solidified and sculpted into an eternal ......

In the depths of the dungeon, a mottled light slanted in, partially sprinkled on a stone wall in the center, and in the middle of the stone wall was an ancient and mysterious bronze mirror.

The delicate gold carvings surround the bronze mirror in a scattered manner, showing the heavy nobility without any scruples. The mirror is like the fog of the abyss, hazy and shaking like autumn water, and the figure of the person cannot be seen clearly, nor can it be seen really.

Surrounded by the pool water that has been sleeping quietly for many years, falling and looking, there is no end in sight, and the rising mist shrouds the whole mirror, just like the graceful and graceful woman who walks out of the fairyland but is like a poppy.

On the stone wall, I don't know which ancient person carved a few gilded characters of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing - "Kunlun Mirror"!

"Kunlun Mirror ......" Ruoshuang looked at the dream scene, her eyes looked directly at the mirror in the middle, as if she saw the person in the dream slowly walking out of the middle of the mirror, stretched out her hands, lowered her eyes, and everything revived and called to her - "Ruoshuang, I'm late." ”

Tears flowed silently and willfully from Ruoshuang's cheeks, first the slight trembling of the arm and finally could not be suppressed, accumulating into a low whimper, wantonly and stoically evacuating the depression of a hundred years......

Shangguan Ce didn't expect that the Vermilion Bird Pavilion Master, who looked vicious and ruthless, would cry so helplessly at this moment, but people couldn't help but feel a little pity and wanted to comfort him a few times.

But when he thought that the woman had taken her poison for the camp and had almost had to die for her, he dispelled the idea of unwarranted pity.

Poor people will have something to hate. Heavenly reincarnation.

And Ruoshuang's reaction was not unexpected by Zhao Hehuan.

A person, who has loved for a hundred years, waited for a hundred years, hated for a hundred years, when everything is in front of her and at her fingertips, you can imagine the uneasy feeling of expectation, forbearance, despair, and hesitation in her heart to reach the peak together. Perhaps, with remorse for what you have done in the past?

However, in the end, she still chose this way to defend her unswerving love to the death.

Even if it is to destroy the world. Even if it's a betrayal of her mission.

Zhao Hehuan looked at the Vermilion Bird Pavilion Master who was crying wantonly with some pity, such a mission, such an ending, for her love, it was too light, too shallow, but too heavily engraved.

At that moment, Zhao Hehuan suddenly felt that maybe Tianyi knew Ruoshuang's thoughts and plans. Therefore, she has fulfilled the world, fulfilled Ruoshuang, and has not fulfilled herself.

The dappled light divides time into puzzles that can never be solved, for future generations to look at and guess the brilliance of that year.

Zhao Hehuan sighed slightly. Wakshuang woke up on the side.

Immediately, for a moment, there were no more sobs and whispered whimpering.

What caught Zhao Hehuan's eyes was still the elegant and dignified but ruthless Vermilion Bird Pavilion master.

How to do it. I'm afraid that I have been practicing hard for a hundred years......

A faint wry smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Ruoshuang stared.

She didn't understand what there was to laugh at a dying person.

And a dying man who was brutally betrayed by someone he trusted.

"I'm not laughing. It's compassion. Compassion for you in front of you. And you a hundred years ago. ”

Zhao Hehuan raised his deep and clear eyes, as if he had passed through time and saw the tulle girl who fell into the colorful Yao Pond by the Yao Pond that year, and solemnly and reverently swore a solemn and reverent oath when she was rescued in a panic.

A beautiful encounter, but a heart-piercing parting.

"Compassion?" Ruoshuang's eyes flickered, and she sneered and looked at Zhao Hehuan carefully, and said with a chill: "Why don't you have compassion on yourself first?"

What qualifications does a person who is about to be sacrificed have to talk to her about the word "compassion"?

Or waiting to be redeemed, more practical.

"You, go up and take down the Kunlun mirror for me. ”

Ruoshuang looked at Shangguan Ce on the side sharply, stretched out her hand and walked forward quickly.

Before Shangguan Ce could react to what Ruoshuang wanted him to do, he had already flown out of an arc like a waste and headed straight towards the Kunlun Mirror in the middle!

It's too late to refuse! It's too late to regret! This woman didn't plan to give herself a way to live in the first place!

Shangguan Ce has no other way, the arrow is on the string, and he has to send it!

He had to close his eyes and stretch out his hand to touch the treasure he had longed for for a long time, after a burst of excitement and ecstasy that enveloped the tip of his heart, but he felt that his body suddenly sank, as if it was slowly disappearing, and was sucked dry little by little by the treasure in front of him......

The feeling of weakness that will sink forever and never wake up......

From Zhao Hehuan's point of view, he was extremely shocked to see that when Shangguan Ce hit the Kunlun Mirror on the stone wall, the Lu Li mist around the stone wall suddenly shook violently, and then quickly gathered into a ball and trapped around Shangguan Ce's body!

The most terrifying thing is that Zhao Hehuan actually saw that Shangguan Ce seemed to lose consciousness under this fog ground, and his body, starting from his ankles, disappeared upwards little by little, until the whole person was completely swallowed and assimilated by the mist, and finally "boom-" turned into pieces of water droplets and fell into the pool water in front of the stone wall with a bang, shaking a circle of strange ripples!

didn't even have time to hum, and died before he had the treasure he thought about day and night!

The feeling brought by the whole picture not only shocked Zhao Hehuan alone, but Ruoshuang, who threw Shangguan Ce out on the side, also stared at the appalling scene with palpitations and horrors.

The forerunner who designed this stone wall was very aware of the ugliness of the human heart!

Since you are greedy for the divine power of the Kunlun Mirror, let you sleep forever in the wonderful feeling of getting it.

Ruoshuang watched in a daze as the strange ripples finally calmed down, swallowed her throat with difficulty, and turned her eyes like an eagle at Zhao Hehuan, who had regained his composure on the side.

"Now, it's your turn. ”

Ruoshuang's eyelids reveal a desperate desire and a cruelty that is hard to hide!

She wanted to get that Kunlun mirror! Very urgently! Very hungry!

But she didn't know if the scene would happen again! So, the best thing to do was to throw another ghost for the dead to find her way!

Anyway, Zhao Hehuan was originally her sacrifice to Kunlun Mirror!

Zhao Hehuan frowned, she knew too well that the Vermilion Bird Pavilion Master in front of her was no longer a reasonable person, and her ending was likely to be exactly the same as Shangguan Ce!

What a terrible human heart! Dirty! Filthy! Bloody!

Zhao Hehuan stepped back step by step and retreated cautiously and fearfully!

Ruo Frost is coming step by step like a bag!

Until Zhao Hehuan felt the hard rock behind him and a heart-piercing coldness!

There is no way back!

In the dappled light, she saw Ruoshuang coldly reach for her shoulder......

Sighing, she closed her eyes in despair......