readx; The ink spirit flower swayed, wantonly absorbing the power of growth from Qingchen's body, and the corners of Qingchen's mouth overflowed with purple-black blood, and the blood color of his face faded. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The second petal of the Ink Spirit Flower is about to move.

Mo Linghua, the domineering magic flower, the head of the hundred grasses, absorbs the host's life source to gain the power of growth, after the host exhausts the source, it is transformed into a turbidity demon, the soul sacrifices to the demon flower, provides nourishment for the magic flower, and looks for the next host.

Until the Moling Flower blooms nine leaves, the Nine Turns Flower Emperor.

The head of ten thousand flowers watered by the Demon Emperor himself with the blood of the Demon Emperor and the power of the Demon Emperor proves the demon with flowers, and the only thing that can accompany the Demon Emperor forever except for the Demon Heavenly Sword.

Only by becoming the emperor of the flowers can we follow the invincible figure who is invincible in heaven and earth.

He is the heaven of the Mo Spirit, and since that day he has sprinkled his essence blood on the Mo Spirit, and since then he has been the end of the Mo Spirit.

Every Moling Flower will do whatever it takes to grow in order to be able to follow their emperor, and deprive the vitality of the flower from its weakness to become a nutrient for growth, just to be able to accompany the king.

Seeing the figure above the common people every day, Mo Ling was already very satisfied, even if the Demon Emperor didn't notice this small Mo Ling flower.

In the eyes of the world, the domineering Mo Ling Flower Emperor is just a weak joke in front of the Demon Emperor, he doesn't dare to look forward to the love of the Demon Emperor, nor does he dare to hope that the Demon Emperor has a small place in his heart, just begging the Demon Emperor to look at him, this life is enough.

The swaying ink spirit flower frantically absorbs all the nutrients that can be used for its growth, no matter how many lives it deprives, it doesn't care, I just want to see my emperor, my God.

The light dust became more and more painful, and the hair also lost its crystal and became dry.

Hong Xuangong couldn't bear it, and looked at Shadow Death, who nodded in agreement.

With a sigh, Hong Xuangong pointed into a sword, and with a stroke in the center of the shadow's eyebrows, a crystal clear ancient seal rune cast from glass gold was inlaid in the flesh and blood. The vicissitudes of life are long, as if they are eternal, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere, which makes people can't help but surrender.

Hong Xuangong dug out this rune from the flesh and blood of the Shadow Death, and the Shadow Death Breath decayed sharply, the Qi and Blood dried up, the body decayed inch by inch, and a breath of great destruction came out of him.

Hong Xuangong had tears in his eyes, if he hadn't taken away his god position, he could still survive for a while, enter the earth for peace, reincarnate as a god protector, and be a high god in the next life.

But he took away his life-sustaining divine position, and he could only be wiped out.

Shadow struggled to straighten his back, and to die with the dignity of God even if he was gone.

Inch by inch, his body turned into points of light and dissipated between heaven and earth, smiling as he left the world he had opened up with his own hands.

Three thousand cherry blossoms are flying, Sanskrit sounds are bursting, and in the sky, the phantoms of the gods and Buddhas are all chanting with tears in their lives.

Blood rained from the sky, ghosts cried and grieved, and everyone was sad from their hearts and couldn't help crying.

Everyone "saw" countless points of light condensed into a back and gradually drifted away, and the heavens and the earth were sad together, just for the god to fall.

In an unknown place, a chubby young man rode on a small white stove, wiped away his tears, and his eyes were full of confusion and confusion: "Who is he? Why can't I remember?"

Above the Nine Heavens, an invisible giant eye fell on the place where the shadow fell, and disappeared in an instant.

In the void, a sentence echoed, "We, we will see you again." ”

Hong Xuangong shed illusory tears and let go of the divine position.

After the divine position floated to the top of Qingchen's head, Hong Xuangong's energy was finally exhausted, and with a sigh, it dissipated between heaven and earth, and the sea breeze blew, leaving no trace.

The divine throne hung above Qingchen's head and sprinkled a soft golden light, but it exuded a domineering and irresistible will.

Those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me perish.

Mo Ling swayed, it was unwilling, it wanted to open the nine leaves and see its emperor.

Only Jiuye can break through the seal and untie the shackles of the Demon Emperor, the Ghost Sky Sword is no longer the Ghost Sky Sword of the year, when the Demon Emperor reappears, Mo Linghua can be with the Demon Emperor forever.

Mo Linghua seems to be weak, but it has the power that the world fears.

That small orchid flower that blooms in the wind and frost of the demon world, and any living creature can destroy its growth. Again and again it was destroyed, but it still broke through the ground again and opened up.

The flower bloomed and fell for a thousand years, and the lonely figure in ink also looked at it for a thousand years, and was shocked by this tenacious little flower: "Why? What are you living so tenaciously for?"

Mo Ling didn't know, he just knew that he had to survive. The figure sighed, and a cold light slashed his wrist, and nine drops of black blood were like the source of ten thousand demons, turning into Moxia and shaking the stars.

In this way, nine drops of blood dripped on the little flower, and the figure sighed, and at the alternation of light and night, its voice resounded through the three thousand realms: "In the name of the Demon Emperor, the power of deprivation." Since then, you have been the holy flower of the demon world, the king of ten thousand flowers, and the head of all herbs. ”

The flower bloomed for nine thousand years, and just like that, the emperor who ruled the world watched it for ten thousand years. Every thousand years, nine drops of one's own essence blood are dropped, and one leaf is a thousand years.

From the first time he looked at Mo Ling, you were Mo Ling's world.

If you say that you like ink, I will reverse the situation and become the flower of ink spirit. Although I know you like blue, the kind of blue on the Demon Sky Sword.

As long as you don't like it, I will use the power of deprivation you have given me to deprive you of the existence you don't like. As long as you like it, even if you do everything you can to make you smile.

The original Mo Linghua followed the Demon Emperor to fight, and that weak little flower was terrifying on the battlefield.

But it is not an invincible Demon Emperor, nor is it a transcendent Ghost Heavenly Sword, all its power comes from the Demon Emperor.

In the end, it was for the Demon Emperor to block the combined force of the gods and fall, the invincible Demon Emperor held the stump and broken leaves of this small flower, was silent for a long time, and took it to the Demon Emperor's Palace to be buried.

Thousands of years later, outside the Demon Emperor Palace, countless ink spirit flowers swayed. But the lonely figure in the Demon Emperor's Palace is no longer there.

These ink spirit flowers grow on the original ink spirit flowers, and they also carry the memory of the ink spirit and the love of the ink spirit.

To see that figure, only when the flowers bloom and the nine leaves can they have enough strength to open the emperor's seal.

I haven't bloomed yet, how can I be sealed. The flames of the Ink Spirit Flower flooded the flower's body, and the second petal that was about to open burst open, and the black flames resisted the divine golden light.

The god seemed to be enraged by this seemingly humble little flower, and the golden light soared, like a golden sun, evolving all things in heaven and earth, and suppressing the first ray of brilliance of heaven and earth.

This small boat was turned into ashes under the battle of this flower and one symbol, and the light dust fell into the sea, and the ink spirit flower was affected by the rich water element in the sea, and the fire was weak, and it was seized by the god position and suppressed fiercely.

Mo Ling was unwilling to wail, and his endless anger was pressed back into his body by the divine position, and there was no more movement.

The golden light of the god position also dimmed a little, turning into a streamer that drilled into the center of Qingchen's eyebrows, forming a faint golden mark.

There is a god position to suppress Mo Linghua, and Mo Linghua will sleep for at least a long time, and the internal injuries on Qingchen's body are illuminated by the origin divine light of the god position, and they will not have another attack in a short time.

The tear crystals shimmered with clear light, protecting the light dust all over the body, so that it would not suffocate, or be crushed into mustard powder by the sea.