"You live for me, I'll go into the devil for you!"

Jun Yi's words fell, the heavens and the earth changed color, and as soon as the abyss came out, where he passed, not a single inch of grass grows, and blood flows like a river.

Between heaven and earth, everything is silent and lifeless.

The long sword of the god of war Jun Yi is not aimed at the goddess's heart, but at the thousands of people at his feet.

The void above his head was lightning and thunder, rain and wind.

The soles of the feet are wild, and the corpses are everywhere, and the mourning is everywhere.

He couldn't hear the screams and wails, he couldn't see the corpses everywhere, he just wanted her to live.

There will be another among the people, but there is only one her.

If only killing and blood could keep her alive, he would be willing to be a butcher for her not as a god of war.

Jun Yi pointed at the common people for the painting of his heart, and then, he saw her swinging the piano at him.

The sword is the sword of the Shen Abyss.

The piano is the song of the nine phoenixes.

All of them are peerless ancient artifacts.

In the battle of Luna Mountain, their original purpose was the opposite.

She only begged to die to save the people.

But he slaughtered all living beings only for her.

That battle was protracted and difficult to decide.

The two figures fought in the air for dozens of days, not because no one could kill whom, but because no one wanted to kill anyone.

The world is divided into two color blocks, black with no end in sight and dark clouds on the top, and endless red and rivers of blood below.

Suddenly, a sharp abyss pierced the heart of the painting.

A sword pierces the heart!

Heart-rending pain, but in addition to pain, more reluctance.

There is also relief and relief.

The corners of the lips of the painting heart show a shallow smile, and finally, it is time to end this ugly fate of living on blood......

"Junyi, do you know, actually...... In fact, I have loved you for thousands of years. ”

Huaxin looked at Jun Yi, smiling so hard that the sky and the earth were colorless, blood slowly bloomed from her chest, and Jiufeng Chaoming fell from her weak fingertips.

Jun Yi also looked at the painting heart, and the red gold streamer-colored sword that pierced her chest, for the first time in tens of thousands of years, the iceberg face that had never changed its face in danger showed a panicked expression.

Angry, terrified, mournful, hasty......

The abyss on her chest was withdrawn from her body, and his earth-shattering anger fell into the mortal dust, and there was no trace of it.

Immediately, she fell into his arms, and for the first time in tens of thousands of years, she was so close to him. He held her in his arms and hovered in the air, and at that moment, for her, time was better than the thousands of years she had lived.

"I love the color of the blue sky on your body, and I like the clarity of your heart like water. From first glance...... When I see it, I like it. ”

Huaxin raised her cold fingertips and stroked the face she had longed for for thousands of years, blood continued to flow out of her chest, dripping, and when it entered the soil, a large area of blazing Manzhu Sawa bloomed, the flowers were scorching, but they were not as graceful as her smiling.

The painting heart smiled gently, the pear vortex was shallow, and the smile was blurred one by one, and he slowly closed his breathtaking eyes reluctantly, like a sleeping baby.

It wasn't until she died that she dared to tell him what she had hidden in her heart for so many years and didn't dare to say.

Because, she is this Manju Sahua.

Manju Sawa is a flower that blooms on the other side.

has been extremely poor all her life, and she can only look at him from afar.

Jun Yi knelt on the ground and fell into the dust, the ground was full of broken flesh and stained blood, he was no longer proud and dustless, no longer cold and cold, not close to the living, only full of sorrow and uncontrollable.

"Painting the heart, I Jun Yi is only for you in this life, but why, after slaughtering this world, I still don't have you-——"

Jun Yi first bowed his head and whispered, extremely gentle. Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and roared, wanting to fight with the sky.

What is providence and what is fate?

He didn't believe it!

The moment she closed her eyes, the bright red blood, the fiery red clothes, like a fire burning in the palm of his hand, scorched and tore his chest.

Jun Yi looked at the blood-colored Cang Mo, and suddenly his eyes sharpened, since the lives of all living beings couldn't save her, what about him?

"Painting the heart, although the life and death in this world have always been dominated by you, but only your life, I am not up to you, let alone heaven!"

Jun Yi used his divine power to stop her blood, gently dropped a gentle and long kiss on her forehead, gently placed her in the sea of flowers of Manzhu Sahua, covered her forehead with his palm, opened her thin lips lightly, and recited the incantation lightly, "With my divine position, exchange for your immortality, with my god, purify your heart and dust, with the order of God, sacrifice to the heavens, fall into mortal demons, and live and die without asking." ”

"With my god, in exchange for your immortality, with my god, purify your heart and dust, with the order of God, sacrifice to the heavens, fall into mortal demons, life and death do not care......"

"Falling into a mortal demon, life and death do not matter ......"

Junyi's voice, domineering and gentle, penetrated her eardrums one after another......

Huaxin struggled to wake up from her dream, sweating profusely, and the surroundings were dark, so that she couldn't tell whether this was the long night in the Valley of Painting Love or the eternal night of the Nine Shadows.

When I moved, I only felt numb in my limbs, my mind was dizzy, and my heart ached, but because of this real pain, I determined a fact in my heart -

She's still alive!

She was pierced through her heart by the Shen Yuan Sword, the world's first divine weapon, and she was still alive!

As soon as the painting heart opened his eyes, tears poured out. remembered the spell Jun Yi left at the end, "If you fall into a mortal demon, you don't care about life or death." ”

If she lives, what about him?

Mortal or demonic, life or death?

Looking up, it was pitch black, and there was no one, not even a sound. Painting thought to himself, this is probably in the Nine Shadows, no wonder no one cares, she is a god who sees God and is afraid of demons and sees demons, and she is weird and lonely - the goddess of Nine Shadows.

Jiuyou, is she finally back?

Lying in the dark, his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, back to the Nine Shadows, back to before he and her first met......

Jiuyou is a place where demons, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts have to walk around, where there is only night and no day, where blood flows and pestles, and flesh is buried in bones.

The Nine Shadows is the Shura Purgatory of the Great War of Gods and Demons tens of thousands of years ago, in that battle, all the gods were destroyed, and the magic of the gods was collected to suppress the demon clan under the Nine Shadows, in exchange for the peace of eternity.

And she is the Manzhu Sawa born from the blood of the nine dark rocks, under the root is the spirit of all evils, which is not born with a leaf, and on the root is the spirit of all gods, and it is the bloom of wild flowers all over the place. She is a life that blooms from a pool of blood, blood and evil spirits feed her growth, and the spiritual power of the gods gives her strength, and over time, she turns into a human form, gathers the power of the gods, and holds the cycle of life and death.

Turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands for rain, the world is just in her thoughts.

"I hope that one day, you can promise this world, the country is picturesque, and all the people will return to their hearts. You can call it a painting heart. ”

The sound of the sea tide came from the void, and when she opened her eyes to take on a human form, she saw that in the dark night sky, there was a prosperous red lotus blooming in full swing, and the flames were fierce, never extinguished.

Since then, she has become the newborn goddess of Jiuyou, painting hearts.

And the painting heart does not know, this fate has just begun.

She had spent a long time in the eternal night of the Nine Shades, and she had not seen the sky beyond the Nine Shades, the light beyond the red lotus karmic fire, the voice of the Buddhist scriptures outside the recitation, and the smell of flesh and bones until ten thousand years later.

Ten thousand years later, the orphans of the Protoss came to the Nine Shadows to worship the gods. They are the last two gods in heaven and earth, the brothers of a mother and compatriots, and they were fortunate to be alive when the gods and demons fought because they were still in infancy and did not participate in the war.

Jun Yin and Jun Yi, one is dressed in white, holding a folding fan, and the other is wearing a blue robe, with a long sword hanging from his waist. The white clothes are like clouds, and the blue robes are like water, stepping into the air, and the wind is elegant. The two of them have exactly the same faces, their faces are like a crown of jade, their eyes are bright like stars, their hair is like inkstone, their eyebrows are like distant mountains, their bodies are full of brilliance, and their demeanor is immortal, which makes people see it and can't forget it.

Their eyes seemed to bring the wind, when they looked over, Huaxin felt that the wind was blowing in all directions, blowing her long hair like ink, blowing her red clothes like fire, she stood barefoot in the boundless sea of flowers, the shadow of the flowers fluttered, the qin in her arms was the magic weapon left by the mother goddess, Jiufeng Chaoming, and the lamp in her hand was the first evil holy object Xuanyin lamp in the divine realm.

Jun Yin and Jun Yi have never seen such a strange scenery, a large area of Manzhu Shahua, blazing bright red, like a magnificent red glow, like a burning flame, and like a tumbling sea of blood, so beautiful that it touches the heart, such a beauty, revealing five points of charm, five points of evil.

And the strange woman standing in the sea of flowers, dressed in flowers, with long hair reaching the ground, like a fairy in the mountains, especially her eyes that hooked her soul, just glanced at it, Jun Yi's heart was already moving, and her thoughts were everywhere.

"You don't belong here. ”

It shouldn't belong to this dark eternal night where flesh and blood are blurred and bloody.

Jun Yi's voice was as clear as spring water, he stepped on the wind, stood in mid-air, leaned over to look at her, his long hair poured like ink, his water-blue sleeve robe floated over, and stretched out a palm as white as jade, the rich fragrance, Ying Ying fascinated the eyes and nose of the painting.

Huaxin looked up at him in a daze, as if she saw the flow of skylight, and she smelled the richness of his fingertips, as if she smelled the fragrance of a hundred flowers.

It turns out that in this world, there is light other than red.

It turns out that in this world, there is still the fragrance of flesh and blood.

As if bewitched, the painting heart handed his hand to Jun Yi, and Jun Yi's iceberg-like face showed a smile, like a spring light, like autumn water flowing waves, touching people's souls. Jun Yi gently pulled, the flowers and branches were graceful, and the painting heart looked back at the red lotus in the sky, and the figure was like a rainbow, and followed Jun Yi to chase the light.

She liked him from the first meeting.

From the first time I saw it, I liked it.

Jun Yin looked at Jun Yi and smiled helplessly, his cold and lonely younger brother was the first time to break the ice for a woman.

When the heart of the painting swept past Jun Yin's side, the fiery red manzhu flowers blooming on his forehead seemed to be enchanting, and Jun Yin's heart jumped when he looked at him, and a chill hit his body, as if a catastrophe was coming.

In a trance, the heart of the painting has floated out with Junyi Xu Yuan, the rich water blue, the demon red like fire, overlapping and dazzling. Jun hid his uneasiness, chased after him and said with a hippie smile, "After sleeping for ten thousand years, you finally woke up." ”

His heart, which had been sleeping for thousands of years, was finally awakened by her.

"After ten thousand years of sleep, you finally woke up. ”

There was a clear voice in the darkness, saying a sentence she had heard tens of thousands of years ago, and the tone of her voice was the same. Coming back from his long memories, he thought he was hallucinating.

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open from the outside, and a piece of sky light poured in, illuminating the dark room and opening up, and a person slowly walked in the light and shadow.

When he looked up, he saw a familiar face, his eyebrows, his eyes, his angular outline, and his cold lips. She looked at him motionlessly, and suddenly burst into tears, choked up and unable to say a word.

"In order to save you, I lost half of my life, how do you say you want to thank me. Jun Yin sat peacefully on a soft couch not far from the ice jade bed. The plain white robe was so clean and smooth that there was no trace of variegation, which made him even more cold and dusty. But as soon as he spoke, the cynical smile on his face betrayed him instantly, and his voice was surprisingly gentle.

The painting heart slowly glanced at it, and disappointment flashed. He is not Junyi, Junyi is always an aqua blue robe, with a moon-white wide belt around his waist, embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, the shape of the auspicious cloud looks closely, vaguely a heart word.

Huaxin sat up, leaned against the jade pillow, and asked seemingly nonchalantly, "How long have I been asleep?"

Jun Yin saw that her face was still weeping just now, and her face instantly returned to normal, although she couldn't help but want to laugh, she still said quietly, "Ten thousand years." ”

10,000 years have passed, and the painting heart has been silent for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to look at Jun Yin.

She knows that what needs to be faced is always to be faced.

"He, how's it going?"