Ten miles long street, the fire is monstrous.

The rain was falling heavily, and the tongues of fire were snapping upwards, climbing up the curtains, climbing up the eaves, swaying in the void, dancing gracefully, like a red lotus slowly blooming, and the whole street was silent, revealing the silence of death.

Xu is too sad, and the painting heart is not as restrained as in normal days, lest it go against the rules of heaven or cause poison caused by old injuries, and he dare not use spells indiscriminately. She casually pinched a trick and quickly changed her shape from the Wushuang Pavilion to the shore of Lishui thousands of miles away.

The fire in Lishui was swift and fierce, the tongue of fire was strange, and no one dared to approach it in a radius of hundreds of feet. Huaxin stood alone in a line of firelight, his clenched fists trembling slightly, and his eyes swept away the usual laziness, but were full of compassion.

The painting heart is very familiar, this fire is the fire of the red lotus industry, which cannot be extinguished by water, and the heavy rain in the sky is like pouring oil, which seems to fuel the fire.

As far as the eye could see, there were charred corpses everywhere, there were rickety old men, there were also unformed young children, the fire was so rapid and fast, it seemed that Huaxin heard the screams of the place a moment ago. Such a tragic death made the painting heart feel shocked.

Is it really wrong?

Why do so many people always die because of her?

She realized that she had done something extremely cruel, in a high position, in the palm of her hands, and a willful and absurd decision would cost thousands of lives to be buried.

The red and bright firelight reflected the face of the painting heart, and the painting heart did not know that this was a long-planned killing by someone with a heart, and it was only her own unintentional mistake.

"Nerd, I probably can't really go back this time. I am not only your wife, I am still ......" and the goddess worshiped by the people.

If she doesn't save this fire, who can save it?

A bleak smile tugged at his lips and he muttered in a whisper. Ignoring Jun Yin's entrustment, he pinched his fingers, recited the tips, forcibly urged the divine power around his body, and walked through the unfamiliar streets and alleys with a calm and gentle face.

Ten miles long street, step by step, from the street to the end of the street, where the painting heart passes, the red lotus flames all wither, the fiery red fireworks are all frozen, shattered, turned into powder in an instant, the wind blows, the rain is drenched, and falls into the dust.

The supreme Nine Shadows Divine Power continued to pour out from the heart of the painting, and then spread out in all directions on the empty streets, caressing the buildings, the buildings were renewed, the plants and trees were revived.

But man dies and cannot be resurrected.

The ten-mile long street is still prosperous, with restaurants and tea shops, and Xuanqi Zhumen, but there is no one.

Time passed inch by inch, the sky darkened one by one, the heavy rain kept falling, at dusk, the rain suddenly intensified, and the painting finally found the place where Nanxun Nuan had an accident, which was a deserted temple overgrown with grass and trees.

Yesterday, Nanxun Nuan was sent back to Qingcheng overnight, and traveled to Lishui, the weather changed suddenly, and there was a sudden rainstorm, and their group had to take a temporary rest in the long-abandoned temple on the side of the road.

After this break, he never came out again.

Xu was too resentful before he died, and the evil aura that came to his face, like a boundless dark abyss, discouraged the painting, who stood in the rain for a long time before dragging his weak body and staggering into the deserted temple.

In addition to the scorched corpses in the dilapidated and desolate temple, there seemed to be a living person sheltering from the rain, who picked up the dead branches on the ground, made a fire, sat cross-legged in front of the fire and meditated, with a straight posture and a peaceful face, more like a holy Buddha than the statue enshrined in the temple.

When the painting heart entered the temple, the man's closed eyes opened slightly, and he saw the vague and ethereal steps of the painting heart clearly, which was extremely weak and extremely reluctant steps.

Huaxin almost collapsed next to the charred corpse on the ground, but in fact, she only relied on one breath to hold on, and even felt that it was difficult to stand firm, and the overdrawn divine power, the uncleared residual poison, and the sword wound that did not heal 10,000 years ago had made her almost reach the limit of support.

The sky was completely dark, and under the faint light of the fire, the scene in the temple was terrible, dozens of corpses that had been charred, and there were bloody holes in the throats that were the size of cups.

Huaxin looked at it, there was no trace of a fight at the scene, if it weren't for the fact that the murderers were all supreme masters, and the outstanding disciples of the Wushuang Pavilion could not fight back, it was that an ambush had already been set up in this temple, and poisonous incense was burned, just waiting for them to arrive, and then they were all wiped out.

Huaxin didn't notice that there was a living person sitting next to the fire, and walked straight to the smallest corpse, the corpse had been burned beyond recognition, through the round eyes, Huaxin could imagine the horror when Nanxun Nuan was sealed by a sword, and the blood stains around the corpse that had dried up were shocking.

"I'm sorry. ”

"Also, thank you all these years. ”

The sound of the painting was as empty as smoke, causing the meditator at the fire to look sideways slightly, and the cold wind blew in from outside the door, gently rolling up the thin clothes of the painting heart, and the rain was dripping down her hair.

Her hair was messy, her face was pale, and she looked sickly, but her pitiful look made her look as if she was extremely beautiful, like a goddess descending from heaven.

Huaxin paced slowly, each step was jerky and difficult, and finally she squatted down next to Nan Xunnuan's corpse, put her finger to her lips and bit it, and her fingertips immediately gushed out beads of blood the size of a bean.

Without hesitation, the painting heart pressed his fingertips on Nanxun Nuan's eyebrows, and with the other hand, he quickly took out a turquoise bead from his arms, and muttered a mantra in his mouth.

In the darkness, a light suddenly brightened, and the eyelids of the person meditating at the fire moved slightly, and he naturally recognized the bead, which was the treasure of Qingcheng, the soul bead.

Huaxin felt a sharp edge sweeping behind him, and couldn't help but stiffen his back slightly.

There's someone behind her!

And that man couldn't even breathe silently, and his skill was unfathomable.

Huaxin bit his lip and tried his best to take a breath, ready to fight to the death.

"There's only so much I can do for you right now. If I don't die, I'll try to save you again. ”

Huaxin deliberately raised his voice, trying to see if the person at the fire was friend or foe, if that person was the real murderer or accomplice, seeing that she was injured and weak, and knowing that she could save Nan Xunnuan, he would definitely kill her and take the pearl.

Drawing Heart secretly stored up the last bit of divine power, only waiting for the man to kill him with a single blow when he struck. This was her last chance, and if she delayed, she would never be able to fight back when her power collapsed.

It's not that she can't strike first, it's just that she doesn't know the depth of that person's skills, and she may not be able to hit it if she shoots rashly; second, she doesn't know whether that person is an enemy or a friend, and it would be too rash to kill people at will; third, she doesn't know if that person has a back hand, she can faintly feel that the killing opportunities are lurking in the dark night......