The pale fingertips trembled and stretched forward, and the scene in front of them cracked like glass, shattering into thousands of pieces and scattering in all directions.

The fine crystal white flowers dance in the wind, the huge nine-glazed palace lamp suspended in the sky like the bright moon is as gorgeous as ever, the peerless beauty sleeps quietly in the nine-glazed light, the gorgeous red clothes are like blood, the corners of the clothes are gorgeous and flat, the demon is full of holiness, the perfect fusion of gods and demons, and the incomparable beauty.

Gong Qianzhu trembled and couldn't stop crying, staggered to the man's side, the pain was unforgettable, and the tears of remorse rolled down in large pieces.

At that time, she couldn't help but make a lot of nonsense in the lecture hall, and after so many years, it reappeared in her ears again.

......

"Fuxi clan, brother of Nuwa clan, the first god of war of the ancient god clan, unified the Six Realms, opened the Southern Barbarian, and created the Demon Realm. They are brothers and sisters with Nuwa, with the sky as the medium and the earth as the evidence, to become a husband and wife, and to work with the Nuwa family to create music, fight disasters, create people, and be a high media. After the Nirvana of the Nuwa clan and the martyrdom of the Fuxi clan, there is no legend of Nuwa Fuxi in the world since then. ”

......

The memories that have been precipitated for tens of millions of years, after crossing countless vicissitudes of time and space, swept with several times the remorse and guilt, and the pain was no less than the broken bones of the year.

When she created the world, he worked with her to shape all things in heaven and earth, and when she became nirvana, he died with her.

Although they are brothers and sisters born together, and they are also a husband and wife formed by heaven and earth, she has never thought about him, the Six Realms are before him, and all beings are before him, she is merciful and fair to everyone, but cruel to him.

It turned out that she had missed so much, and she cried bitterly.

Look at what she has done, the person she loves the most is by her side, and the person she trusts the most is right in front of her, but she destroyed it with her own hands......

Tears couldn't stop hitting the white petals one by one, and the pale and transparent fingers caressed the beautiful face inch by inch, burning like fire, and the flowers burned to the touch.

"I'm back, sister. ”

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Outside the Flood Desolate Cave, an army of immortals and demons was pressed by the black pressure on the sea, all of them looked at the Flood Desolate Black Hole that shook in the air with fear, and all of them had no intention of fighting.

Gong Qianzhu has been in the cave for a long time, since she entered, the purple hurricane on the sea stopped, the entrance of the Honghuang Cave was closed, no one could know what was going on inside, no one had the power to interfere with the ancient Honghuang Xuandong, so she could only hold her breath and wait for the ending, until the sea water rolled into blood, two red moons appeared in the night sky, and the poignant and bewitching moonlight swayed the earth.

The Demon Lord was born, and the two moons appeared together.

The door of the Honghuang Cave opened with a loud sound, and then countless blood-colored demon flowers rolled out with surging demonic power, and the flowers and rain scattered, flying on the sea one after another, like countless beautiful butterflies that were crystal red.

The immortals watched desperately and powerlessly as countless magic flowers flew out of the hole, paving a gorgeous blood-colored winding flower path in the air, the gorgeous red clothes fluttered and flew, and the long dark red hair flowed all over the ground like moonlight, like a red lotus blooming low-key and gorgeously, no one had ever seen such a beauty, far better than the high and absolute coldness of all things in the world, the lonely city was proud of the snow, and the flowers and rain were fluttering.

He only glanced at it lightly, and immediately knelt down on the surface of the sea, and for a time all the demons worshipped and shouted for my king.

Chu Zhencheng, who was seriously injured, trembled all over, his whole body was cold, and his blood flowed backwards.

This is the king he has been waiting for for so many years, a noble and solitary beauty that is more breathtaking than when he was sleeping, and only the true Supreme of the Six Realms deserves to have that kind of beauty.

Under the light of the red moon, the bleak sea breeze was quiet, the red clothes flew like butterflies, and the moment the gorgeous clothes were flying, everyone clearly saw the plain white beside him.

Mozi looked at the plain white figure in disbelief, and the fear of the unknown expanded in his heart little by little, and the black hole was about to slowly swallow him in.

“...... Demon Lord?" Chu Zhencheng finally recognized that the white-haired woman beside the Demon Monarch was Gong Qianzhu, and he was immediately taken aback, looking at the Demon Monarch in disbelief who was looking down on everyone like a god, almost completely swallowed by the terrible conjecture in his heart.

Only Bai Zhi smiled lightly and meaninglessly, holding a snow feather round fan, and her white and soft feathers trembled in the wind.

The gorgeous dark red eyelashes drooped gently, and the eyes as clear as red blood beads looked down on the thousands of troops and horses on the sea.

The sea water quietly lapped the shore, stirring up snow-white waves, and the faint and ethereal sound echoed in the air, hitting everyone's eardrums, and could not be stopped for a long time, like an oracle, announcing to the world in front of the people of the Four Realms.

"My name is Gong Xuanyue, and the entire Uehara Demon Realm will be ruled by me. ”

As if someone had suddenly drained their strength, the immortals were shocked and only powerless, and the enchantments gathered on the sea exploded and cracked everywhere, and finally collapsed, stirring up a surging wave, crying blood like a song.