Her polar night eyes seemed to be ignited by heavenly fire, and there seemed to be flame flowing in the depths of her pupils.

She pointed to the sky with one hand and put the other into her eyebrows, and a huge black fire lotus suddenly formed in the sky.

The lotus gave birth to nine petals, and the power of demon flames raged and churned between the blooming lotus petals, and in the lightning and thunder, the pale and frightened faces of every god in the sky were reflected.

"Fruit...... It really responded to the curse prophecy, and the black dragon born from the lotus has the power to slaughter the gods. ”

The eyebrows of the Tsing Yi Shenjun were blown into a miserable white color by the ice and snow, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, and his fingers pointed at the ominous forbidden flower flame in the sky.

Suddenly, the sky swirled, and the vision in front of me suddenly flipped over.

I heard only a grunt.

Suddenly, he saw the filthy earth standing under his feet appear in front of him, his cheeks pressed against the cold, biting snow, and a warm liquid flowing in the moor.

Hey?

He saw his body falling.

This was the last thought before Liang He's consciousness dissipated.

The blade of the sword lightly touched the body of the noble divine monarch who separated the corpse, and the flames suddenly swirled, like a greedy demon, wrapping its body quickly.

When she stepped past the burning corpse, the white snow was still white, and there was no trace of the divine blood that had seeped into the snow, and there was no longer half of the breath of Liang He.

The god Monarch Lianghe, who shocked the eternals, was so lightly taken away his life.

Above the clouds in the sky, the gods began to stir, and the wrath of the burning world overturned like a tidal wave.

The glittering silver armor began to fall from the sky, like the water of the Milky Way pouring into the spirit world.

Brilliant Shenwei, how to block it.

Her white and beautiful face began to crack one after another, and the beautiful scale armor spread from the back of her hand and neck.

Her long figure fell on the snow, but the shadows in the snow were as majestic as the night and like mountains, as if the whole world was shrouded in shadows.

And the form of that shadow was the holy form of a huge black dragon with nine lotus.

Alone, fight the gods in the sky.

The Great War broke out in an instant.

The mountain wind, which never stopped for a moment, suddenly became more and more bitter and cold, rolling the snow on the ground into a thousand heavy white snow curtains.

The sky and the earth changed color, and in an instant, the back of the poor was swallowed in, and only the black dragon shadow on the ground buried the earth.

Ah Juan didn't leave here, she stood on the top of the snow cliff where the cold pavilion was gone, her cyan skirt was constantly torn by the wind and snow, and her blue vertical pupils were tumbling with indescribable deep thoughts.

The gale swept up fine snow foam, stained between the black black hair like crow feathers, like a bleak and cold frosty white myrtle.

Under the dim light hidden by the shadow of the huge black dragon, all the emotions under her eyes were hidden under the eyelashes of the slender ink feathers, and she couldn't see any clues.

Even if he was born with a lotus, the dragon is as strong as an ancient god.

With the power of the demon lotus, it can compete with the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

The name of the primeval demon has never been called by the world in vain.

However, Ah Juan knew very well in his heart that for the ancient Holy Spirit Dragon Clan, the age of 10,000 years of dragon age, among the dragon clan, was just a season worthy of adulthood.

For beings in the spiritual realm, compassion is an ancient and powerful existence.

But to the dragons and the gods, she was still young.

The Wandering Realm, in the end, can it be supported

How long the demon lotus in her body will wreak havoc on the God Slayer, no one can predict this.

The Seven Realms Forbidden Flowers, only the Ancient Nine Saints who had returned to chaos had clearly witnessed all the magnificent atmosphere of the Forbidden Flowers.

Its level of mystery is enough to rival that of a godkiller.

Ah Juan's palm was gently flipped open, and an extra Shura demon mask appeared out of thin air in the white palm, the white and hideous mask was painted with brightly colored oil paint, and the black mask eye holes seemed to silently tell the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Shura clan.

It is clearly a mask of a dead object, but the facial features depicted on the mask have no expression, revealing the ruthless indifference of vicissitudes.

The spatial fluctuations that roared and shook in the sky spread over thousands of miles, and spiritual realm cultivators rushed from all directions.

Mu Xue, the palace master of the Phoenix Fall Palace, came, but he looked at it from afar across the mountain and did not dare to approach.

There is the young cat hall master of the Abyss Palace, and the dark servant of the Hall of Hosts with the black pressure does not hesitate to join this battle against the sky.

The pitch-black giant scythe was waving, the earthquake trembled, and the dark air shattered the sky, although the person in charge of the holy scythe was particularly immature, but the awe-inspiring fighting spirit and the firmness of determination were not weaker than every god and monarch in the sky.

Bright red tassels swirled between Awan's slender porcelain-white fingers, and she raised her palm to gently cover her face over the cold mask.

The expressionless mask showed a sarcastic, twisted laughing expression.

Ah Wan looked at the mask indifferently, and only felt that this hideous demeanor was her face at the moment, a true portrayal of her heart.

She is a god-killer hiding in the night, and she has the unspoken scheming and scheming of the ghosts and gods who sit in the Shura Temple.

Because she is decisive enough, she is able to show the sincerity and generosity in her eyes to the person who should show her kindness.

She was born with a lot of hardships, and when she was the little girl who fled desperately under the sharp teeth of the demon wolf in the snow, she was covered in blood, she was young, and she had not yet been infected by this turbid world.

Until the moment she died under the mouth of the snake, she was a kind person and had never done anything bloody.

But the suffering in the world did not let her go.

There are thousands of good things in the world, but it is so difficult to live.

She gave up her past surname, and was born with intrigue and death, she was cold enough to know how to live perfectly and correctly and get what she wanted.

She clearly saw that people like to pursue those ethereal things, even the Demon Venerable who preached with killing blood, but the more powerful people are afraid of loneliness.

They want those ethereal things, so she gives them what they want, perfectly presented with her hands.

When she was burned at the stake on the riverside, when she was rescued, she looked at her eyes that were as black as the night but unusually bright, too clear.

It was so clear that she clearly knew that at the moment she was rescued, in fact, the person who was really redeemed was not her, but the demon lord who was high up but lonely all his life.

After years together, she knew exactly what she wanted in her heart.

As smart as she is, she can take out her undisguised heart with extreme gentleness and naturalness.

Time is precious, but sincerity is not valuable.

A heart that has been used by her to the fullest, and is so hypocritical that it is about to rot into the dust, can be used by Wuji, why not.

For her, everything in the world is nothing more than two choices.

can be used, then be patient.

Useless waste, then there will be no more charity for a look.

so

Here's the problem.

The pity of the moment, for her.

Which one is it?

Above the sky, the battle intensified, and the gods slipped like meteors and fell into the dust of the earth.

The little cat woman holding the holy scythe in her hand had also turned into the full form of the Yuan Devouring Beast, but the wounds on her body could be seen to be cut and broken.

The huge pitch-black dragon shadow that overturned and covered the earth like a mountain drifted away like a mist, but it always maintained its indestructible form.

The white fingers slowly wrapped around the bright red tassels on the mask tie, and Ah Wan watched coldly, his unslow eyes were deep and waveless, and he could not see the slightest fluctuation, only mysterious and profound calculations.

How to choose.

It is to hold on and retreat, waiting for the fall of the demon venerable, and the contract of the twin spells will naturally disperse.

She fell into the vast ocean of the Seven Realms like an inconspicuous drop of poisonous juice that could change everything, and no one could deduce her true identity as a god-killer, slowly eating away at the entire world.

Or is it that if you continue to use Cang Lian's identity as the Taicang Ancient Dragon, open the land of the dragon mound, and obtain the forbidden power that no one knows, you can peak the Seven Realms in a short period of one hundred years and become the only ruler of the New Saint Era.

It seems that the choice is difficult to choose, but for Ah Juan, it seems that the choice is not difficult.

Because she is calm enough to deduce the most correct result in an unbiased deduction way, and get the answer she deserves most.

Her way of deducing has always been fast.

The answer turned out to be quickly set in mind.

At this moment, a faint but extremely dazzling light flashed out of the afterglow.

It was an old man who was not as old as the sixtieth year, and the water of the galaxy in the Eternal River Domain had been washed by the moonlight for thousands of years, clean and cold, and the frost was thickly condensed into a silver-white eyeball between his thin palms.

He flexed his fingers, as if intending to catapult the brilliant silver-white eyeball onto the pitch-black and eternal shadow of the earth.

The cold sound of the silver chain sounded in the dark, and the white and slender wrist gem pendant and the silver chain made a crisp sound.

Her palm was once again on top of the Shura ghost's face, and when it unfolded, the hideous and twisted smile on the Shura ghost's face unconsciously turned into a sad and weeping expression.

Silver eyeballs fall.

Her wide cyan sleeves danced lightly, sending out a sharp crimson light.

Before the eyeball fell into the earth, in mid-air, the two forces silently met.

The old man in the sky directly burst out of one eye socket with a stream of blood, his left pupil was disabled, and the sky was full of silver dust, which was the essence of the thousands of stars and the Milky Way condensed into the waters.

If it falls into the dust, it can usher in the age of glacial silence in the entire spiritual world, which freezes all things.

Including the giant shadow on the ground, frozen and asleep forever.

But at this moment, the silver is gone, and only the stars are like crumbs.

At this moment, the eyes of all the gods were on the beautiful woman in the green dress dancing silently in the snow.

Ah Juan's body seemed to shake slightly, and her lips were dyed red, like a poignant rouge flower blooming in hell.

She didn't look up to respond to the solemn gazes of the gods from the Nine Heavens.

Just looked down at the crying ghost face in his palm, the color of the vertical pupils like azure gems turned from light to thick, and the expression was even more indistinguishable from sadness and joy.

The skirt was hunted by snowflakes, and she had a long clear figure, which was indescribably peerless and quiet at this moment.