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The wind and snow on the Qijiang River dispersed, and the dragon boat smashed heavily on the river, and the helmsman on the boat was full of confusion, not knowing what had happened.

There was nothing on the river except for a few large ships.

There was not a single figure.

......

......

The long night will be over.

The county lord held the scabbard and leaned against the stone pillar outside the Great Compassion Temple, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting, more like recuperating his spirits.

There are gods in the head three feet, but you can't believe it, and you can't be disrespectful.

Wei Lingshan did not choose to retract into the temple and take shelter from the rain and rest under the Buddha seat of Guanyin Bodhisattva, but was inside the temple, listening to the sound of rain outside the house, big and small, and finally ticking and ticking.

Yi Xiao'an's sword qi barrier still shrouded the Great Compassion Temple.

As the sword qi gradually weakened and faded, a trace of rain fell.

Wei Lingshan didn't hate the feeling of raindrops hitting his cheeks.

She curled up in a ball of enjoyment, like a sleeping cat, with her hands folded around her knees, her head half-resting, when she suddenly heard a squeak in the distance—

It's the sound of a door being pushed.

And she had been waiting for the sound of the door being pushed for a long time.

Wei Lingshan opened his eyes, his sleepy eyes were hazy, and he vaguely saw that familiar face, standing at the gate of the temple, stretching his body with a smile, and then opening his arms.

"I'm back. ”

He came back with a scattered snow that had not yet dissipated.

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He came back with a scattered snow that had not yet dissipated.

The journey was a trek from outside the Daji Mountains, all the way west, heavy snow in the Western Regions, until the eight-foot Snow Mountain, even if the autumn water continued to instill vitality into him, it was difficult to dissolve the snow on the tips of his eyebrows.

The heartbeat of the master of the body under the black robe was so weak that it was almost inaudible and inaudible.

There was a lot of snow between his eyebrows, and in the center of his pale eyebrows was a finger-sized scarlet blood hole.

Gu Shengcheng was held by Qiushui, bumped all the way, and reached the top of Bachi Mountain.

The Western Regions are already in chaos at this moment.

Several big chess players were busy suppressing rumors and riots everywhere.

Qiushui ascended the main hall and saw the Great Elder kneeling in front of a woman's corpse.

The woman also had a finger's blood hole in the center of her eyebrows, unlike Gu Shengcheng, her robe was torn apart inch by inch by the wind, her snow-white jade body was soaked in crimson from top to bottom, and there was still a touch of confusion on her mutton fat face.

and died.

Dead completely.

The wind-white corpse continued to exude the magnificent demonic power of the White Tiger Great Sage.

The Great Monarch came to the world, came here, and directly took away the spirit of the White Tiger Great Sage.

That Maharaja, since ancient times, has been invincible.

All the demon clans, the big chess princes and small chess princes who participated in this riot, all fell into an extremely panicked situation.

No one knows when the Maharaja will return.

But they knew that the Maharaja was not dead.

Who else in this world can kill the Great King?

Without.

So when the king returns, what should he do if he is born as a rebel minister in the Western Regions?

On the eight-foot mountain, there are four palaces and five tones, and the big chess prince with a big face has already apologized for his crimes.

And the rest of the big chess players, in extreme fear, calmly discussed countermeasures.

The Maharaja had already been to Mount Eight Feet.

But he just killed the culprit, the Wind White Great Sage.

The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. In this civil strife in the Western Regions, if the monarch intends to pursue it and wants to kill a lot of people, then ...... As early as the beginning, these sinners had already been martyred with the Fengbai Great Sage to apologize.

But no.

They even had even bolder ideas.

The Maharaja is indeed invincible.

But will the Maharaja really come back?

The Great Chess Gong, who was sitting on the front line of the Daji Mountain Range, saw with his own eyes the magnificent karma of countless thunder tribulations in the sky, and also saw the brilliant golden finger from countless distances.

The Maharaja wanted to go to the zenith alone.

Some big chess players have the idea of rebellion at this moment.

They hoped that the Maharaja would not come back.

In fact, it is.

The Great Monarch of the Western Regions has come to the end of all roads.

Qiushui didn't have that many thoughts.

She swept wildly all the way, taking Gu Shengcheng all the way to the front of the blood pool of the Wind White Hall.

A "poof" sounded above the pool of blood.

Qiu Shui squinted his eyes with difficulty, and hugged Gu Shengcheng to fall in the blood pool, and then fell again.

Gu Shengcheng had long since lost his strength.

The blood pool does not accept dead things, if he is allowed to smash into the blood pool by himself, then he cannot fall to the bottom, and his life will be exhausted, and his soul will be scattered.

Qiushui hugged his waist and felt the black robe continue to swallow blood, becoming heavy and tough, rising in the pool of blood, constricting, and becoming larger, finally enveloping both of them together.

Her moon-white robe was also soaked in a pool of blood, and her limbs were sticky, which was extremely unstoppable.

Qiu Shui closed his eyes, gently opened Gu Shengcheng's pale lips, and crossed his demonic qi and vitality together.

The man, who had no heartbeat, seemed to regain a trace of fireworks under the wrapping of the Xuanwu robe.

He breathed a dull and faint breath.

Breathing became rapid.

The pupils of the autumn water are constricted.

There was a pain in her tongue, and the man's teeth sharpened, and he took himself into his arms fiercely, grabbing it wantonly, and couldn't help but break free.

There was mud in the pool of blood.

Gu Shengcheng's back fell to the bottom, and he slowly opened his eyes.

It was exactly the same as when the Xuanwu revealed his true body, there was no whites in those eyes, and it was so dark that it was seeping, like an eternal night, without the slightest emotion.

The huge black robe, like ink overflowing at this moment, stretched out its fangs, and the corners hooked up, forming a spherical shape, enveloping Gu Shengcheng and Qiushui.

Gu Shengcheng bit Qiushui's lip.

A touch of blood overflowed.

It was this touch of blood that hooked his bestial nature.

So he grabbed even more frantically, not allowing the woman to retreat in the slightest.

The moon-white robe had already been dyed red, and it was ripped off by his rough movements, and in the dark pupils, it was the woman's bare slender wrists, snow-white skin, and flawless shoulder blades, but the eyes that were weak to the bones.

A poor and lovely young lamb.

He closed his seeping eyes, and his delicate face appeared gentle and kind.

Gu Shengcheng kissed the scales of Qiushui's eyebrows, over and over again.

After a long time, he clenched Qiushui's shoulder, showed his teeth, and gently bit down from the side of his cheek, the tip of his tongue slightly against it, but did not bite through the skin that could be broken by blowing, but let it sway, slowly moving to the snow-white neck.

That's when I took a bite.

The woman's voice was like a cry.

There was a faint whimper from the pool of blood.

The sound of grunting came, and on the wind-white hall, there was blood in the blood pool, and the corners of the broken moon-white robe floated up, and at the bottom of the blood pool, there was still the sound of the robe tearing.

No one could hear the sound at the bottom of the pool of blood.

"Help Me ......"

The man's throat felt like a fire was stuffed.

"Autumn Water ......"

"I'm so thirsty......"

He drank a great deal of blood.

But still not satisfied.

He wanted more.

The blood pool of the demon clan is the place of creation left by the Great Monarch, and there is almost endless blood of the demon clan hidden in it.

Under the roots of the Great Snow Mountain, no one knows what is buried, only that for countless years, the great demon of the Demon Clan's Eight Feet Mountain has to grab the creation from the blood pool, and after death, the demon qi returns, and it is also back here.

Gu Shengcheng was hot all over, and he unconsciously tore off his close-fitting soft armor, in addition to the huge black robe that enveloped himself and Qiushui, he also left a black rope tied around his neck, and his body was ...... There was nothing else.

The scenery under the blood pool is beautiful.

The delicate and cold woman's skin is attached to the hot man's chest, rubbing out the soft syllables of ecstasy, arousing desire, and then burning herself.

Not all the thirst in this world can be quenched by drinking water.

Some drink blood.

Some are about drinking desire.

Gu Shengcheng felt that he was going to die, and before he died, he clenched Qiushui's hands, pressed the woman to the bottom of the blood pool, licked Qiushui's neck hungrily, but did not drink blood, but extended his desires and desires all along the tip of his tongue and sent them into Qiushui's blood little by little.

Empathy.

Then burn together.

The autumn water snorted, and the cold body suddenly became hot.

If Gu Shengcheng dies, she is willing to die together.

Before she died, she would rather be burned by the flames than endure death.

Like a fire-fighting moth desperately trying to put out a fire.

Caught in flames.

"Boom", sparks burst out in my mind, empty, muddy, but sober.

Suffering. Happy.

Death. Rebirth.

When all the pleasure is gone, the dust falls, and the stars fall.

The weak woman slowly peeled off the scales in the center of her eyebrows, and then her fingers trembled and stuck to the center of the man's eyebrows.

The unthinkable happened.

Gu Shengcheng's eyebrows, the blood-colored hole, no longer overflowed with blood.

The basalt scales, incomparably ironed, just stopped the bleeding.

Gu Shengcheng hugged the autumn water and fell asleep.

There was a lot of turmoil outside.

The Xuanwu robe swayed and covered the two of them, eliminating all sounds.

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......

The wind and snow in the Eight Feet Mountain in the Western Regions are very strong.

When the turmoil was settled by a few big chessmen, everyone was terrified, waiting for the return of the great king.

One day.

Two days.

The wind and snow in the Western Regions did not stop.

The Maharaja did not return either.

Until the man wearing the black heavy cannon of the Xuanwu Great Sage appeared in the main hall of the Xianlu Palace, waving his hand to disperse the wind and snow on the top of the mountain that had not been interrupted for decades.

Gu Shengcheng's hair was wet, and he was holding a beautiful woman curled up and sleeping peacefully in his arms, the woman was exhausted and sleeping in her arms, and the scarlet scab marks on her eyebrows were particularly dazzling on her snow-white skin.

Wind from the White Tiger.

The white tiger is dead.

The wind can only come from him.

The wind and snow stagnated, dancing wildly with his heart, and the big chess princes of Bachi Mountain bowed their heads and did not dare to move.

Gu Shengcheng's voice was hoarse and said, "Don't wait. ”

Gu Shengcheng's realm has risen to an incomparably mysterious level.

He looked at the sky and said tiredly, "He won't come back, it's a good thing for us." ”

Still no one looked up.

Gu Shengcheng stood on the eight-foot mountain, and he said softly: "The life card of the Great Monarch standing in the palace is broken. ”

Dead.

The wind stopped.

The snow also stopped.

Countless reincarnations, the maharaja's life card has been enshrined in the hall, and external forces cannot destroy it, and the years cannot erode it.

Broken today.

That's when everyone believed.

That Maharaja really won't come back.