Cold dew fell from the sky, in the midst of frost and snow.

In the huge Xuanji Palace, a woman stood behind her, endlessly pouring true qi, and the fairies of the twenty-four most precious and rare spirit beast varieties in the fairy world knelt on the ground in turn. The cold wind was raging, and the disaster seemed to never pass.

A gust of cold wind blew, the breeze was glazed, the autumn water in the hall was rippling, and the moon in the mirror was also floating. The bright starlight of the glass was also shaken to pieces in this autumn water.

The curtain on the bed in the hall fluttered in the wind, and the woman held her breath. The faint breath of ups and downs seemed to be almost gone. She gradually lay on her side in the corner of the bed, and there was a person named Streamer next to her, and while Streamer poured true qi behind this woman, a little sweat dripped from her face. The miserable little faces of the two of them are difficult to cover the faces of the world, their eyebrows are black, and the tails of their eyes are beautiful. It is outlined as if it were a wonderful work of art, which no one else can match. The hairpin on the hair gently produces a crisp sound.

Suddenly, she began to gasp for breath, and the fairies just wanted to get up, but they were rejected by the streamer behind the woman, so they didn't dare to say it out loud. When I first looked up, I only saw the aroma of each other in the hall, and several big dragons were also attracted. Fly in and fly in the middle of the bed. Eighty-one magpies swirled around the roof.

The fairies finally had a happy smile on their faces, but none of them were happy when they looked at the woman's expression. Flowers outside are in full bloom, and although it is not the season to bloom, they are forcibly urged to bloom. The petals of the flowers fall throughout the fairy world.

The petals floated in ~ wandering in front of the woman's eyes, and the woman caught the flower until the dragon stopped, and the eighty-one magpies were arranged in shape.

In the center of the bed, from the woman's belly, it condensed into a crystal clear spirit like a drop of water. The woman's fingertips touched the spirit and flicked past.

The twenty-four fairies hurriedly worshipped: "Congratulations to the subordinates, congratulations to the fairy god on the birth of the world!!"

The man behind her finally sat down, his face looking very weak. She attracted the god: "Niangniang, my subordinates have done their best, and they can only let her survive as a god, whether she can turn into a human form depends on her creation." ”

The woman closed her eyes and fell asleep, as if she could never wake up again: "As long as I can keep a trace of this child's spirit, I will be the right king." It's just that after I went, I really couldn't rest assured of this child. I'm afraid that this kid will grow up to seek revenge in the future, you know, this is the last fire phoenix in my fairy world..."

The streamer behind jumped on the ground, and then knelt down beside him: "Niangniang, just now my subordinates have already calculated this god with their hearts and minds, I am afraid that this god will provoke a heart-burning tribulation within 10,000 years, this heart-burning tribulation is the deadly calamity of the fire phoenix, which is even more difficult than the phoenix nirvana, and I am afraid that it will not be able to cultivate the human form within a thousand years." Please also ask Niangniang to make a will to protect the little fairy god before she dies. ”

"Pass on my order, this god will be sent to the Xingtian Cave on the bank of the Lechuan River to cultivate from now on, and she will not be released for a day if she does not turn into a human form. She must not be allowed to leave the Xingtian Cave within a thousand years, and she must not be revealed to be a descendant of the immortal gods within 10,000 years. The Heart-Burning Tribulation will be resolved with fate, and she must not be allowed to contact the people of the Demon Realm, and she must not seek revenge again. After I left, let this child go to Kunlun to worship under the Xuanyin Sect, which is what I promised. Within 10,000 years, no one is allowed to tell her that she is the only fire phoenix in the Fire Phoenix clan. ”

"Niangniang, if you do this, won't our Fire Phoenix be wiped out,"

The woman on the bed shed a tear and fell into the god, who seemed to have some consciousness. There was a crimson glow.

"I have made up my mind, and if the fairy leaks what I just said, the gods will dissipate!"

The twenty-four fairies hurriedly obeyed: "It's Niangniang, and my subordinates will obey Niangniang's will." ”

The woman leaned forward and asked, "Niangniang, this child must not have a name, it is better to ask Niangniang to give this god a name, if she fails to cultivate the human form within a thousand years, at least she can bury her god and you in one place." ”

The woman on the bed checked the petals in her hand and looked at the sky outside the center of the bed: "Yun Xiangxiang clothes and flowers want to look, so call her a flower Xiangrong, within 10,000 years, she must not be allowed to inherit the position of the immortal god, when will Nirvana be the god, when can she inherit the immortal god, if not, I am afraid that this child will be hunted down by the outside world." After a thousand years, the human form is cultivated, and she is released from the Star Sky Cave, and she must be optimistic that she does not have any contact with the outside world. ”

"The subordinates must abide by the words of the mother. Within 10,000 years, you must take care of the little fairy. ”

The woman handed the fairy another pill the size of cinnabar, and the fairy took it and asked, "Niangniang?"

"Put it next to this god, and after a while, this god will absorb it, this is the elixir, let this god take it, within 10,000 years. The real body will not be noticed. I'm doing this for the good of this kid. It's also to prevent being hunted down by the Ice Phoenix clan. ”

The woman on the bed finally smiled, looked at the fairies, and touched the god with her hand.

A nice smile appeared on her lips, and with this smile, the tails of her eyes gradually closed, and her eyebrows gradually closed. Gradually, she fell asleep. A generation of immortal queens passed away.

Twenty-four fairies wept with sorrow. Most of the flowers that had just bloomed withered, and the fairy dragon was saddened. The waves of the sea are raging, forming water dragons. All kinds of spirit animals have nowhere to go because of the waves. Most of the losses of the immortals everywhere were burned by the fire.

Until the immortal body of the fairy queen is gradually digested, the immortal qi heals thousands of plants and resumes blooming. One of the fairies took over the gods, and after a silent cry. Take the spirit and come to the bank of the Lethe River.

Wearing a long skirt and holding a trace of the gods, he came to the Xingtian Cave, threw the silk into the top of the cave, and recited a few incantations. He gestured a few times: "Little Immortal God, you are here to concentrate on cultivation." I am afraid that it will not come out again in a thousand years...... My subordinates will always be waiting for you to return from cultivating your human form in the fairy world, and after 10,000 years, you will avenge my Fire Phoenix Clan!"

Wedge 2

In the year 7,324,860 of Tianyuan, the prince of the Bingfeng clan fell into the Xingtian Cave and prepared to regain his nirvana as a phoenix. He used some divine power to break through the seal of the former fairy in the Star Sky Cave. It turned into a cold light here, floating day and night. He still couldn't figure out why there was always a trace of a god in the center, but he was about to cultivate into a human form. Regardless of this for the time being, there are still a thousand years to go, and his ice phoenix can turn into a human form, but he hasn't thought about turning into a man or a woman?"

Time passed, hurriedly. Walking so without a trace, like the dew drops on the lotus leaves, the moment they slide into the water, so fast and crisp. The sun and the moon are like a shuttle, time. Why, erase the torrent of time.

The wind is light and the flowers settle, and the sun and the moon have not returned to dust. Time steps on the light footprints, rolling up the beauty of the past and leisurely gone. In the last chapter of the night, the sweet fragrance was dissipated.

For countless days, this glimmer of cold light and other gods depended on each other.

The vicissitudes of life, it seems that thousands of generations have passed, in a snap of a finger. Eight hundred years have passed.