The west wind is bleak, and the clouds are lonely and twilight.

In October, the corpses of Xinling County were scattered.

Above the city tower, Wasted gently shook the Three Corpses Soul Refining Fan, "Who will be the next darling of fate?"

"Is that him?"

"Or is it him?"

"No, I don't allow myself to do this. ”

"I am satisfied with the precious and intense blood, through the skin, against the neck, feeling the pulse beating, closing my eyes, entering each other's hearts, like lovers, they will not be my art. ”

Reluctantly, he took his eyes away from Zhi Feng and Ye Yingquan, his gaze was wandering, and he frowned and shook his head.

"How can my artwork be mundane?"

"My artwork is an arc cruising among the white clouds, a moonlight reflected in the lake. ”

"My artwork is beautiful and elusive. ”

"How do I shape this sludge?"

The sad appearance of the waste added a little melancholy, and his gaze stayed in one place, he looked at Mucheng Bayan.

"The fragrance of the scent, how sensitive I am, how do you hide it. ”

"Why don't you give me red makeup?"

"Thousands of years ago, you were like that. ”

"Qianqian, how much cultivation did you consume this time?"

"Qianqian, are you doing it for him this time?"

"He doesn't have you in his heart, you don't have me in his heart, and your obsession is like mine. ”

"In your heart I am less than one-ten-millionth of him, you can't see my pay, just as he can't see your pay. ”

"Wishful thinking that willingly, the perfect detail that won't go unnoticed......"

Wasted pinned the three corpse refining soul fans to his waist, he twisted his fingers, the roses bloomed, and the flying rose petals condensed into a long sword.

"The same obsession, the same ending. ”

"You can't be dependent on each other for the rest of your life, just to see you. ”

The sword pointed to the sky, "Let me do it for you one more time, one last time." ”

The roses are in full bloom, the heavens and the earth are a sea of roses, time seems to stand still, and the people who are fighting finally stop.

The long sword condensed by rose petals turned into eight butterfly shadows, butterfly shadows, butterfly shadows, butterfly shadows in the sea of roses.

A smile is smiling, and a smile is heartwarming.

Mucheng Bayan flew up, dancing with flowers and butterflies.

"Twist finger red dust flowers, thousands of years of red dust crossing. ”

"A flower with eight petals, the flower blooms on the other side. ”

"Flowers bloom and leaves fall, flowers and leaves are not seen for generations, and the demon emperor planted him on the other side of the heart......"

"Let the eight petals turn into a human body, how much will this cost you cultivation?"

"For him, you die without remorse. ”

"For you, I'm just average. ”

"With my half-life cultivation as the guide, I twisted the finger of the red dust flower soul. ”

"Use the rest of my cultivation to withstand the eight demon thunders. ”

"Twist refers to the first petal of the red dust flower, the plum blossom petal. ”

The plum blossom petals are the true body of the chivalrous and courageous Li Xiangjun, and the magic thunder in the sky roared.

Thundered......

A thunderbolt slashed down, and Wasted floated up, and he withstood the first thunderbolt, and his hair was messy.

Li Xiangjun's figure gradually disappeared, plum blossom petals were generated, he twisted his fingers, and plum blossom petals were in his hands.

"Twist refers to the second petal of the red dust flower, the peony petal. ”

The chivalrous Gu Meisheng was transformed by the peony petals, a thunderclap, wasted the second magic thunder, he coughed violently, he swallowed a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he twisted the peony petals in his hand.

"Twist refers to the third petal of the red dust flower, the petal of the orchid. ”

Changzhai embroidered Buddha Bian Yujing is transformed by orchid petals, the magic thunder is split on the body, a mouthful of blood is spit out, and the wasted twist finger orchid petals in the hand.

"One last time for you. ”

"Twist fingers the fourth petal of the red dust flower, the petal of the moon season. ”

Lightning and thunder roared, and under the thunder, his face was extremely pale, and he couldn't stop trembling.

The Merry Woman Kou Baimen turned into a moon petal, and he twisted the moon petal in his hand.

"Twist finger to the fifth petal of the red dust flower, the rose petal. ”

Rumble......

He grew old, wrinkles crept up his face, and his loose hair turned gray.

cough cough cough ......

"I ...... The original intention has not changed, my ...... It's mine...... The original intention has not changed. ”

He twisted his fingers, and Dong Xiaowan turned into rose petals, and he twisted the rose petals in his hand.

"Twist finger to the sixth petal of the red dust flower, the azalea petal. ”

The magic clouds are rolling, and the magic thunder is like a rainbow.

Rumble......

The charred flesh opened open, revealing the white bones inside, and he finally couldn't stand anymore, he knelt on one knee, and he twisted his fingers at the cuckoo petals in his hand.

Lingxiu and versatile Ma Xianglan was also a rhododendron petal thousands of years ago.

"There are two more magic thunders, I ...... Can I wait until you come?"

"I ...... How much do I want to ...... I'd love to see you again. ”

"Twist finger the seventh petal of the red dust flower, the petal of the daffodil. ”

Rumble......

The magic thunder thundered, and the magic thunder did not hit the wasted body.

"Your fragrance, you're finally here. ”

It was the Dugu Master Rose Fairy from Zhoushan Island.

The rose fairy twists her fingers, and the daffodil petals twist in her hand.

The wind bones and willows are transformed by the petals of this daffodil.

"I do not want to accept your affection, nor do I want to see you. ”

There was disgust in her cold words.

Wasted closed his eyes, "The right should be for him, these are the petals of the six twisted finger red dust flowers, please accept them." ”

Wasted let go of her hand, six petals flew, and the Rose Fairy stretched out her hand, and in her hand were the seven petals of the Twisted Finger Red Dust Flower.

Standing up with difficulty, he took out the three corpse soul refining fans from his waist, he shook it gently, and the corpse and the ghost mother disappeared into the sky, and the battle in Xinling County was about to end.

"There's also a magic thunder ......"

"Qianqian ......"

"You ......"

"Please take care. ”

"What I do is only for art, and it has nothing to do with affection, and it has nothing to do with you. ”

"Today, without Yaxing, without interest, and without interest, I will leave Xinling County. ”

Wasted shook the three corpse refining soul fan, he turned into a cloud of dust, and he was gone.

"Twist refers to the eighth petal of the red dust flower, the petal of the lotus flower. ”

Thunder shook the sky, boom ......

The thunderbolt struck, and the rose fairy staggered back.

Burst......

The rose fairy spurted out a mouthful of blood, she twisted her fingers, and the lotus petals twisted in her hand.

Thousands of years ago, Chen Yuanyuan, the famous Ji of the country, was just a lotus petal.

Eight petals gathered, and the red dust flower was in full bloom.

The Rose Fairy let go of her hand, twisted her fingers and the red dust flower floated in the air, and then floated into the distance.

......

In Xishan, Mu Xiaoqi was still unconscious.

A flower silently disappeared between his brows, and the flower was a twisted red dust flower.

The flower mark on his forehead was slowly disappearing.

The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, and the flowers and leaves are not seen in the world......

The spell of a thousand years ago is gone......