Speaking of these six worlds, gods, immortals, humans, underworld, demons, and demons, the most magnificent and amazing of them is the demon world. A round of red moon in the sky, inextinguishable, purple clouds come slowly, the stars are gone, the fireflies are faint, the stars are dotted; the distant mountains are full of red rocks, no grass grows, flowers and trees do not exist, like a fire burning the sky, the red glow falls to the ground; a bend of still water surrounds, the blood moon sinks, the scales are floating, the riverside is blooming, the flowers are blooming for thousands of miles, sometimes falling lightly into the water, slightly rippling. The pond flowers are shadowy, the light and shadow meet, and the purple air is surging, which is unique to the True Six Realms and is difficult to see elsewhere.

Five hundred years ago, the Demon Realm was not at home at night, and the Demon Lord at that time was a man called Offshore, who loved to wear a dark robe, was ruthless, and did everything, and once had a very stiff quarrel with the Six Realms, at least on the surface. The fairy world often sends people to the demon world to talk to him, and the number of times he goes there is more, this demon world is really not as arrogant as before, and the six realms are also happy to be peaceful.

Five hundred years ago, the Song family had just experienced a bloodbath. I have heard the piercing cry of the crow, seen the bloody filth of the city, and experienced a catastrophe of life and death. At that time, the Song family had just experienced a bereavement, which was heart-wrenching and traumatic, and the entire Song Mansion had just recovered from the blood rain.

Five hundred years ago, he was still a troubled royal family wandering in the Six Realms, his parents were killed, and his biological sister was missing, so he had to always pay attention to the sudden pursuit. In such days, he rolled in the mud, climbed on the cliffs, passed through the fire, crossed the water, and in the most difficult times, the Six Realms were all people who were chasing and killing, and in order to survive, he had to be buried in the pile of dead people, his mouth was full of corpse stench, and his body was covered with blood, and he couldn't react at all even if those people stepped on him, and even if the sword blade passed through his body, he couldn't react at all.

Five hundred years ago, Song Tangyan was still immersed in the pain of bereavement, and everything he was familiar with was wrong overnight, which was really vicissitudes. At that time, in order to escape this pain, she got up and left the Song family, left Shenshan City, alone, with blood and tears, walking in the Six Realms, lonely, self-exile.

That kind of encounter, people believe that it is the arrangement of fate. A down-and-out person who has fled for hundreds of years, a self-exiled person with a deep hatred of blood, when they meet, it seems that they sympathize with each other and keep warm, and the similarity of each other's fates is difficult not to produce love, but love is destined to be just a flash in the pan, a glimpse, and a tragedy.

That kind of encounter happened more like an accident, passing by on the corner of the street, a vague glimpse of the lights, a meeting of horses on the ancient road, and the frightening side of the snow on the long street...... Countless times of passing shoulders, if it weren't for fate, there would be no other reason. But what they didn't know was that he was attracted to her after the first time he met her, and he followed her silently ever since, and she secretly fell in love with her at the first meeting, and went all the way in the direction of him. Such a coincidence can no longer be said to be a coincidence, it can only be said that this is fate, an indescribable fate.

But isn't there a saying in this world called "deep love and shallow fate"? Who said that deep love must have a fate? Who said that if there is a fate, there must be a deep fate? In this world, there are many affectionate and long-lived, many laughing and laughing, and many helpless.

That day, she asked him:

"Ah Ye, who are you? Why are so many people chasing and killing you? ”

He said:

"I'm not anyone, I'm just a night, your sweetheart, and the enemy of the Demon Lord. ”

But he didn't tell her that he was the son of the previous Demon Lord, a destined Demon Lord;

He, is ...... Her enemies.

She asked:

"When are you going to go home? ”

He hugged her and said:

"Wait, Ash, it's almost there. When I got my revenge and returned home, we were married. ”

But he didn't tell her, his home had been destroyed a long time ago, and his revenge was to get back everything he had and re-enter the demon realm.

He also asked her:

"Ash, where is your home? You are a girl's family, why are you wandering alone?"

She replied to him:

"My home is in Shenshan City, a secluded place. As for why I want to wander alone, it's just that I want to forget the sad things of the past. ”

But she didn't tell him that her sadness was the slaughter of the city, and her enemy was the demon clan;

He is also her enemy.

They all thought that they didn't tell each other everything because they were afraid that the other party would be sad, and they were afraid that their past pain would become each other's burden, and the two of them might not die if they were pressed. But what they don't know is that some things are not what they think, and there are too many things hidden, and one day they will become the source of disaster.

Finally, that day, it was raining lightly in the sky. Ye Xi held the Hanshan Sword in his hand, the sword light was cold, and he pressed step by step, walking towards the throne that originally belonged to him. There was no expected life-and-death struggle, earth-shattering, everything seemed to be taken for granted, all the people prostrate, all the demons surrendered, and the offshore that harmed his family was ruined, and he also killed himself in front of him. Hundreds of years of lying on the salary, carefully arranging, all the humiliation and struggle, pain and despair, overnight, in the baptism of blood, all sublimated into the glory of the moment.

He sat on the throne, smiled, and stretched out his hand to the girl he loved. Step by step, she approached him, step by step into his heart. But he didn't notice that the cold in her eyes was so desperate that it was palpitating.

Finally, that day, she said that there was an accident at home and she wanted to go back, and asked him to wait for her, and she would return when the begonia flowers bloomed next year.

He smiled and lightly promised to give her ten miles of red makeup under the begonia flowers in the coming year.

But after all, the begonia flowers bloom for a year, the begonia flowers fall for a year, and she never returns.

As a result, there are no more flowers in the underworld for eight thousand miles, only begonia condensation, floating all over the sky.