Flower language GL

When Xue Qi and Bi Yao were standing side by side, looking at the people on the Fulong Cauldron from a distance, on Qingyun Mountain, only Longshou Peak Qihao remained, even though Tongtian Peak had Xiao Yicai, but it was already messed up.

The group of dragons has no leader, and the king of ghosts attacks the mountain, which is in danger.

Following the red light illuminated by the tripod, tens of thousands of people have completely controlled their minds.There are many ordinary people, and more are cultivators with some morality.

No one expected that in just three days, he would attack Qingyun.

Bi Yao held Xue Qi's hand, stared fixedly at the mid-air, and said: "Xue Qi, don't be embarrassed, even if he is my father, I... can kill him."

Xue Qi looked at her pale cheeks and didn't know how to speak, so she could only hold her tightly back.

Bi Yao took a deep breath, and after a long while, she let go of her hand, sacrificed Xiao Hua, and said: "To capture the thief, first capture the king, if you don't break the four spirit blood array first, there will only be more people controlling it."

Xue Qi also took out her small sword, looking at the black mass of people who were about to surge into the sea of ​​clouds, she looked solemn and said: "You have a plan?"

Baguio's eyes finally shifted to her, and his face was no longer calm as before, "With our cultivation base, we may be able to activate the eight fierce mysterious fire magic circle and summon the fire dragon that burns everything."

Xueqi also looked at her, with nothing in her eyes, and said, "There is an open space behind Yuqing Palace."

Bi Yao suddenly smiled, took her hand, and walked straight across the Yuqing Palace.

"Huahua, while Master is busy, would you like to talk to me?"

"Nothing to say."

"If so, I'm afraid I'll never be able to talk to you again."

"Shut up nonsense."

"I especially remember your smiling eyes when I first met you."

"What did you say?"

"You seem to always be smiling, so I often play with you."

"you……"

"Huahua, I really like you."

"I know."

One person and half, using blood as ink, set up a large formation.

When Baguio straightened up and took out the Xuanhuo Jian, her complexion paled a little.

Seeing her, Xueqi didn't say much, she held Biguio's wrist, used the kung fu, and together with Biguio, poured it into the Xuanhuojian.

The fiery red light flickered a little on the flame totem.

The two recited the mantra, and the eight patterns of fierce gods on the ground lit up one by one.

The blood-red rays of light gradually connected together around Lie Yan, forming a ring shape.

"Roar!"

A low and deep dragon chant, like waking up from a dream, deep and distant.

A ball of flame ignited from the formation, this is the mysterious fire, it rises when the wind sees it.

Soon.

Giant flame, burn!

Lie Yan (raging flames) danced wildly in mid-air like a demon, welcoming the horror from the depths of the flames.The hottest place was the almost pure white flame core. Suddenly, amidst the violent flickering, like some kind of living thing, it slowly panted and opened its eyes.

In an instant, countless huge cracks appeared on the ground, and from the depths of the cracks, a crimson light appeared, as if there was a terrifying volcanic lava under his feet, which was about to erupt.

The ancient spell, ceased.

But it awakened the mysterious ancient power.

The flames that filled the sky completely enveloped the Yuqing Palace and reduced it to ashes.

In the depths of the hottest flame, a gap slowly opened.

Deep in the crack, the sound of the dragon chant became louder and louder.

The slits were torn and widened, and gradually turned into a ten-foot hollow, which was endless darkness.

"Roar!"

With a roar, a huge head slowly protruded from the darkness.It was almost as dazzling as the scorching sun and couldn't be seen directly. It was clearly a huge ancient fire dragon bathed in raging fire. Everywhere was flames.

Eight wild fire dragons!

After such movements, those who survived on the Tongtian Peak began to retreat.

On the Fulongding, the ghost king had already stopped, staring into the depths of the fire.

The huge dragon's head slowly turned in the flames, and did not immediately destroy it. Surrounded by the flames, from the huge horns to the fangs in its mouth, it showed a kind of power that can only be flashed at extremely high temperatures. The mysterious ruddy transparent color.

With a body tens of feet long, entrenched above the formation, the giant dragon took a deep breath for the first time, which touched everyone's hearts.

"Roar--!"

The roar that resounded through the heaven and earth, accompanied by a dragon's breath, billowing flames, sprayed directly on the crouching dragon cauldron not far away!

The heat caused the ghost king to retreat a foot.

The giant dragon lowered its body, and flames burned in its huge rosy and transparent eye sockets.

"Whoever blocks me, die."

Every word and every word seemed to be aimed at the fire dragon. The Ghost King's eyes were red, and he showed no fear at all.

Then, the ghost king recited a mantra, and the strange red glow covering his body instantly turned into a blood-red giant spear, pointing directly at the giant dragon.

"Roar!"

The giant dragon roared angrily, and with the momentum of thunder, it swept the sky full of flames and rushed towards the ghost king.

"Boom!"

Above the sky, the two forces collided with each other, and instantly burst out a scorching flash that was thousands of times hotter. No one could open their eyes, only to hear the loud noise, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the entire Qingyun Mountain Range unexpectedly seemed to be shaking. He couldn't resist the majesty of heaven and earth, and wanted to bow his head in fear.

The giant red spear snapped at the sound! .

"Ah..." The horrible scream came from the mouth of the ghost king who was integrated with Fulongding. With unbelievable despair, blood was already flowing from his eyes, and he roared wildly: "This is impossible, this is impossible!" Impossible... I have the power of Shura, I have Shura..."

The strong wind drowned his words.

Xueqi and Biguio fell on the magic circle, they could only watch helplessly the destructive power in mid-air approaching.

They held each other's hands and closed their eyes.

Suddenly.

Blue and white rays of light flickered, blocking the two of them.

Just a moment.

Tianya shattered into countless ice-blue lights, surrounding the fragmented Sad Flower.

"Never forget each other. I really never forgot you, even if you forgot me."

"Yun'er, you... are you Yun'er?"

"Have you finally remembered?"

"Silly Yun'er, why are you doing this?"

"I owed you affection in the previous life, but in this life I have suffered as much as I can. This is cause and effect, and I have no complaints or regrets."

"You and I can't help ourselves, so how can we blame me. I only regret that this life is only a dozen years old, and I didn't remember you earlier."

"This is our destiny."

The blue and white rays of light gradually merged, turning into a circle of light, which instantly covered the two of Sprite and shot straight into the sky.

"This time, you can't hide even if you want to."

"Ah."

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"Never."

"Remember when we first met?"

"Never forgotten."

"I want to hear it."

"15 years ago, Qingyun Mountain, Heyang City, Shanhaiyuan..."

The voice gradually fell, and the blue and white intersecting light group gradually dissipated between the sky and the earth.

Leaving Xuebi and the others in the silent mountains, they could only watch the light fade away, but there was no way to recover.

Many years later, there was a wooden house in Zhuhook Mountain.

The man in a coarse cloth, holding a fish basket in his hand, and wearing a bamboo hat, said with a smile to the man who was drying the quilt outside the house, "How about I make clear stewed sleepy fish today?"

The man looked back, smiled sweetly, and said, "Okay."

The author has something to say:

Ladies and gentlemen, did I make it clear?The ending is well thought out from the beginning.

This time, the serialization is really long enough.Maybe after this time, I really won't write Zhu Xian again, at least I won't write novelettes or novels.

Then, if there is a side story or postscript, I will post it later, and "The Language of Flowers" will end here.

I'm going to start thinking about HP now.

So, goodbye everyone.