The blood-colored hair of the Northern Immortal Killing was flying, and a powerful coercion exuded from his body, and all the spirits bowed down, all the way unimpeded, and he soon arrived at his destination.

I saw the dark red magma in the sky surging and rolling, enough to burn everything of the high temperature overwhelming, a blood-colored palace standing in the center of the magma, stretching for thousands of miles, as if there were dark blood stains that had not dried up, revealing a depressing breath, although it was carved with crystal clear red crystal, but it still gave people a feeling of an abyss.

The overwhelming magma surrounds the palace, but it can't go any further, the dark blood-colored handwriting "Blood-colored Shura" above the palace, the dark golden border, is really the hell of Shura!

The blood-stained eyes of the Northern Immortal Blood Killer seemed to be deeper, the blood light under his feet flickered, and the undried blood stains constituted a complex inscription, with a strange sense of beauty, every step of the dragon's blood, the blood-colored magma automatically gave way, and then closed again.

The hall is empty, the carved hollow dark red door is ingenious, it is carved with blood-dipped gold-edged dragons, the gate opens automatically, stepping into the palace, the main tone of luxury, the walls are hung with exquisite embroidery, the dark golden silk threads seem to have life on the blood-colored brocade, the floor is paved with blood-colored marble, the palace is full of blood-colored gold-edged ornaments, and the violent atmosphere fills the whole palace.

Bei Ming Blood-killing stepped into a bedroom, the bright red carpet covered the whole room, a huge red crystal chandelier in the high place was faintly shining, the big one was a little scary, carefully put the woman on the carved gold-edged sandalwood bed, the dark red light veil fell, Bei Ming Blood-killing noticed that the woman's face was pale, but he didn't understand medicine, he didn't like to be noisy, he usually lived only in the blood-colored Shura, he didn't expect this woman's spiritual power to be so strong, but her body was so weak, the woman's skin was already different from ordinary people's paleness, and now it was even worse.

Bei Ying Blood's brows were tightly locked, and it seemed that he could only go to him. Picking up the woman, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but float a wry smile, this day is really busy back and forth, could it be that he owed this little girl in his previous life? But Beiming Bloodkiller didn't expect that they really knew each other in their previous lives.

Gently put the woman in his arms on the couch, touching the extremely cold skin of the snow-dyed Bingxi, the tall sword eyebrows couldn't help frowning, pulling the heavenly silk quilt with a dark embroidered golden dragon placed on the side, and carefully covering the snow-dyed Bingxi.

Flicking his sleeves and getting up, a trace of worry appeared on his resolute face like a knife and an axe, and he turned his head to look at the snow-stained ice again as if he was uneasy, and his blood-like long hair hung down to the ground. After thinking about it, the knobby fingers formed complex and gorgeous formations, lingering around the snow-stained ice and the ice from time to time, emitting a terrifying dark blood.

Only then did the Northern Darkness kill blood rest assured, and turned into a dark red streamer and swept into the distance.

He didn't know that after his figure disappeared, a peerless man in white clothes easily entered the palace surrounded by the ancient pure yang lava as if nothing was there, and accurately headed towards the location of the snow-stained ice light.

The butterfly pattern on Lan Nightmare's eyebrows flashed, and a ray of silver light was fleeting. At the same time, the snow-stained eyebrows, the silver halo flowed, and a crystal clear nightmare butterfly seemed to flapp its light and gauzy wings, ready to fly.

In an instant, Lan Nightmare was already standing in front of the snow-dyed ice light, her wide sleeves flying, and the silver butterfly patterns on the sleeves were even more realistic.

The fairy-like cold and indifferent face floated with a gentle shallow smile, like a stream flowing slowly. The love and pampering in the silver eyes are as rich as old wine, overflowing with affection.

Lan Nightmare approached the snow-stained ice light, and the magic circle around it erupted with a strong red light, but as soon as it touched the faint silver light on Lan Nightmare's body, it disappeared silently, as if a stone sank into the sea, and the red light receded like a tide.

Lan Nightmare sat on the edge of the couch, and the air seemed to suddenly fall silent, and in this space, it seemed that only the two of them were left.

Stretching out his slender fingers, he focused on depicting the outline of the snow-dyed Bingxi, at this moment, in his eyes, he could only pretend to be a person in front of him, and his heart was full of joy and excitement, rippling like ripples: his dye, finally found.

If the disbelief of the treasure fills the vacancy in his heart over the years, he finally found the meaning of his existence, and found the Yiren he wants to protect for the rest of his life, his fingertips can't help but tremble slightly in surprise, but they are still very light, for fear of waking up the sleeping person.

However, he was suddenly afraid of losing her again, and his dyed child was as fragile as a porcelain doll at the moment, as if it would shatter at the touch of a button. Dye'er, what should I do to make you happy and worry-free for the rest of your life?

With a light sigh, thousands of crystal clear streamers and pure heart nightmare butterflies flapped their light and beautiful butterfly wings, flying out of the palms of Lan Nightmare mutton fat and white jade, like silver whirlpools. Landing lightly on the snow-stained Bingxi, countless nightmare butterflies covered her body, like butterfly patterns woven with silver threads, jumping on a wide-sleeved flowing fairy white dress.

The silver butterflies gradually became transparent, and the silver filaments seemed to be continuously entering the body of the snow-dyed Bingxi, until the last nightmare butterfly dissipated in the air, and the snow-dyed Bingxi's face was finally no longer morbidly pale, but just a cream-like skin, crystal white, dreamy, and translucent.

The color of sterling silver's hair is quietly changing, gradually dyeing into silver ink.

Lan Nightmare leaned down, and the cold lips fell a kiss on the snow-stained Bingxi's smooth and full forehead, as light as a feather and as fast as a dragonfly touching water.

Reluctantly looked at the snow-dyed ice light, and noticed that her eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, fluttering her wings. Lan Nightmare had to get up, "Ran'er, now I can't see you, you wait for me, I will definitely marry you!"

The silver sleeves flicked, and in an instant, this man who took in the light of the sky and the moonlight, and the peerless elegance, together with the nightmare butterflies that dissipated in the air, flashed under the silver light, leaving no trace.

In the room, there was silence like stagnant water, as if everything just now was just a dream of a thousand butterflies.