After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

There is no upper abyss.

【Shen Jijing was still watching the show, and realized something was wrong: Isn't this his dream? 】

[Shen Jijing: Isn't he No. 1 in your righteous way? 】

Feng Ciyue is obsessed.

A sword, a person, and clothes soaked in blood.

The wind is blowing, the clothes are flying, the sticky and cold hair sticks to his forehead, the blood slides down the long sword, and he slaughters the whole Canglan: "This time, no one will stop us."

Gentle and sweet tone.

The earth is vast, and the sky bends like blood.

Xie Yu walked over.

Feng Ciyue raised his head, his eyes were scarlet until he saw the person coming.

Bang, dang, the sound of the long sword falling was heavy.

Behind him was a crimson mass of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

【Shen Jijing: He really killed so many people. 】

[Shenji mirror: You already knew it? 】

[Shen Jijing: What exactly do you want to do? 】

【Xie Yu ignores the magic mirror. 】

The two looked at each other.

Xie Yu's face was plain white, and his robes were still spotless.

He walked into Feng Ciyue: "You are dirty."

Feng Ciyue bowed his head, and in front of his eyes was the top of the young man's black hair. He opened his lower lip, and before he could say anything, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach. His apprentice, his lover, killed him with his own hands.

He knelt on the ground, a large expanse of erosive and flamboyant red.

In his line of sight was Xie Yu's leaving back, he held his sword, seemed to be smiling, and completely lowered his head.

Feng Ciyue is still in meditation.

There is also a faint smile on the corner of his lips, as if he is dreaming a sweet dream.

The magic mirror feels outrageous: a dream?This is his dream? "You" killed him with your own hands, is it still called a sweet dream?

In Feng Ciyue's dream, Cang Lan didn't agree with them being together, so he fell into a demon and slaughtered Cang Lan.

Then he was killed by Xie Yu who saw this scene.

No matter how you look at it, it is a tragedy in capital letters.

Xie Yu glanced at Feng Zhiyue, his fine eyelashes drooping slightly, and his voice was cold: "Feng Zhiyue knows that we cannot be together."

Feng Ciyue's sweet dream was that she loved him, and he didn't expect the two to be together at all.

Even in a dream.

This time it was Shenjijing's turn to be silent: What a tragedy.

Xie Yu did not comment.

He frowned slightly: "I'm going back."

Feng Ciyue happened to wake up, and he stood up with gentle eyes: "Then let's go."

They've been in the Abyss long enough.

He didn't really care much about what happened to Cang Lan, but he knew that Xie Yu would be worried.

Xie Yu and Feng Zhiyue only look alike, they are different, Xie Yu is gentle and soft inside, Feng Zhiyue is really cold and ruthless, he saves the world not because he wants to save the world, but because others ask.

Feng Ciyue only wanted one thing in her life.

He hoped that Xie Yu would love him.

Feng Ciyue was really seriously ill, and he was fine when he came here. Now that it has been so long, even though Xie Yu has been protecting him all the way, he still feels powerless. The dignified generation of venerables are a little out of breath when walking.

When approaching the exit of Wushangyuan, he said goodbye to Xie Yu: "Wu Shuang will go back to Canglan first, and I will be there later."

Wushuang can no longer be dragged down.

It's good to be able to walk this last stretch.

Xie Yu looked up at Feng Ciyue, turned and left without saying anything.

He wants to go back soon.

Cang Lan has fought hard in the past hundred years.

Liandong wiped away the blood splashed on his face, looked at the scattered cold stars, and suddenly asked: "How long?"

Xin Yi understands honeysuckle: "It's almost 200 years."

It has been almost 200 years since Xie Wushuang went to Wushangyuan.

coming back.

Liandong was a little distracted, he accidentally cut his finger by Yaoxue, he lowered his head and sucked it, tilted his head to rest, slightly pursed the corners of his lips, and looked a little childish under the light of the fire.

He used to be very lively.

Xin Yi looked away, feeling that he was thinking a little too much.

The Lord of the Demon Realm, Liandong, has gained fame over the years, and he is especially ruthless. He is an out-and-out devil.Not only to the world of cultivating immortals, but also to the Demon Realm. He is calm enough and rational enough to never give up until he achieves his goal.

He is an awe-inspiring monarch who can't help but submit to him.

But Xin Yi always thinks of that carefree young Liandong from time to time.

While the two were thinking about it, a piercing sword light suddenly lit up in the direction of Jianzong, and a figure stood in the night. The wind and snow were deep and cold, illuminating the sky and the earth like daytime.

His eyes were indifferent, his pupils were pitch black, and his face was as frosty as the moon.

It once shone brightly and passed through the flowers.

"Thank you Wushuang!"

Old Demon Han caught his old friend's body and was very shocked, "How did you find us?"

Xie Yu didn't answer.

He frowned slightly: "Coveting Jianzong, you are so bold."

Shenjijing told him.

Xin Yi immediately stood up: "It's the Demon Lord..."

The demon is in danger.

Xie Wushuang is so hateful.

Lonicera didn't speak.

He saw... Xie Wushuang's hand holding the sword was trembling, and a bit of bright red oozes out. He must be in a very bad condition now, but even so, he still managed to kill a Demon Realm Venerable with his sword.

Bluff, the end of the battle.

These eight words come to mind.

Xie Wushuang shouldn't have come back at this time, that's Wushangyuan.

It was unexpected just to be able to come back... He must have rushed back as fast as he was seriously injured.

Xin Yi was very anxious, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

Although they won many victories in Canglan, they all came secretly, and they would die if they were exposed.

Old Demon Han didn't think he could live either.

He sneered: "Are you reprimanding me? You are a mere junior, how dare you be arrogant."

Xie Yu only felt that his throat was extremely itchy, and he suddenly covered his lips and coughed, a little bright red glared from his palms, and he was dizzy and couldn't stand up for a while.

Still barely.

Too hard.

...He rushed from the Supreme Abyss non-stop all the way, and killed another Venerable.

Saints get tired too.

But this is what he wanted.

The man on the cloud fell down.

Breath weakened to almost nothing.

Lonicera's pupils shrank, and she stood up suddenly.

He was extremely fast, and arrived almost instantly, but someone was faster than him, no, not a person, it was a sword with a hidden front, a handsome and solemn young man, he caught Xie Yu at the same time , whispered comfortingly: "It's me."

He noticed Xie Yu's disordered internal organs, and his fingertips trembled, "I'll take you back."

Only then did Old Demon Han react: "Are you seriously injured?"

Not surprising.

It is impossible to get out of a place like Wushangyuan, "Hahaha, God help me to do evil."

There were changes in all the immortal continents, and the consciousness that shook the world moved in one after another. Liandong appeared and took away Old Demon Han, turned around and crushed those consciousnesses, and laughed ninety thousand miles: "Don't dare to be yourself!" Come and don't show up."

"Lonicera!"

"Shameless boy!"

"I will definitely kill you."

Who is hiding his head and showing his tail?

They didn't dare to come, obviously they couldn't make it.

Ling Xun slapped him with a stern look on his face, "You're only fighting for the benefits of talking."

Liandong snorted and didn't look back.

If it weren't for the many venerables in the world of cultivating immortals, he would have killed him long ago.

Ling Xun didn't go after him, because Liandong's escape and concealment ability is extremely strong.

The key is that it is not clear how many people are around Liandong, and if you chase after him rashly, you may be killed back. There are enough venerables who have been caught to death by Liandong over the years.

He walked towards Yuan Si quickly: "Go back to Jianzong."

Xie Wushuang's situation is very bad.

……

……

Many people saw what happened that day.

Wushuang Daojun fell into the cloud after beheading a demon venerable after returning from the supreme abyss.

Jianzong later claimed that Taoist Wushuang was fine and only needed to rest for two years.

But one year, two years... Ten years have passed, and no one has seen Daoist Wushuang again.

So someone spread the word that Wushuang Daojun injured Yuanyuan in Wushangyuan in order to save his master, Feng Ciyue, and his life was not long, and he was in danger.Rumors are boiling outside, and the fact that no one from Jianzong has come out to refute the rumors is the evidence.

Even if Daoist Wushuang is seriously injured, he won't be able to show his face.

Old Demon Han was ecstatic: "Okay."

He praised Liandong and said, "As expected of you, you eliminated the two venerables in the world of cultivating immortals effortlessly." Feng Ciyue has not returned yet, even though Jian Zong keeps saying that Feng Ciyue is not dead, some people still don't believe it.

Jianzong also said that Taoist Wushuang Wushuang would be fine if he rested for two years, who is he lying to?

Honeysuckle is not in a high mood.

He drank cold wine: "Yeah."

It should be true that Xie Wushuang hurt Yuanyuan.

Seeing this, Lao Mo Han was speechless.

He knew that there was someone in Liandong's heart, and that person was Xie Wushuang.

"Snowing."

Someone murmured softly, and the tone suddenly became extremely high, "It's snowing——"

Sunny and snowy.

When Liandong thinks of snow, he also thinks of a person. A snowflake fell on his lips, and he couldn't help but taste the snow that fell.A little sweetness, followed by a lot of spiritual energy.

Only then did he react slowly, and looked towards the sky.

It is snow, but not pure snow.

This is a vision from heaven.

A rare treasure was born.

The spewing spiritual power smudged half of the sky, light blue, light milky white clouds, and the crimson sun seemed to be swallowed, and a little bit of ice blue condensed, changing the color of the golden wheel.

The water-like glass appeared, shimmering and rippling, and the world was ice blue.

A strange treasure, glazed ice.

As we all know, Liulibing is the nemesis of Demon Flame.

Old Demon Han made a decisive decision: "Give it up."

It must not be snatched by people in the world of cultivating immortals.

Liulibing fell into the desert.

A bloody battle.

The world has changed color several times.

Lonicera was panting, the sand stuck in his throat, it was very uncomfortable to move up and down.

His hand holding the knife was shaking, his heart was beating like a drum, and his eardrums were filled with the sound of wind. He just looked up and saw that Grandpa Han was dead, and he took a person with him before he died.

That person, he remembered, was Xuan Qingzong's Le Sheng Immortal Venerable.

His throat suddenly hurt so badly that he wanted to shout, but he couldn't, tears or blood flowed into the sand along with sweat.The Demon Realm had never had a direct confrontation with the Immortal Cultivation Realm. He knew that they were weak, and they were always fighting because of the time difference and speed difference.

But once the fight really started, Liandong found that Moyu was really far behind.Because Lonicera led people to attack Xiaojie everywhere, the immortals in the world of cultivating immortals are very scattered, and there are not many people in the desert who can arrive in time at this moment.But even so, there are more than a dozen people.

At this time, there will still be one or two more venerables in the Demon Realm.

Old Devil Han is dead.

Liandong glanced at Xin Yi again, and Xin Yi was also dead. The venerable fought, and a person who was not in the esteemed position came to participate in the war, and he was looking for death.

"Your Majesty, Liulibing!"

Someone yelled, and in a blink of an eye he was beaten again until he vomited blood.

The venerables in the world of cultivating immortals also went crazy.

Both sides didn't hold back. Qiu Liren came only a moment late, and the desert was empty. Everyone was dead, and they were desperate to stop each other. Suddenly saw something, and he walked over: "Master, Master!"

Le Sheng Xianzun still has a trace of divine consciousness that has not been broken.

He didn't remember anything, but he remembered this disciple: "Liren? Liren." Realizing that Qiu Liren has become an honorable person, he smiled gratifiedly, and touched Qiu Liren's head with his blood-stained hand for the last time. , He thought of something again, and it was rare for him to be gentle, "Master, Master is very proud of you."

His apprentice has reached the position of honor in 800 years!

Hahaha!

There was sand in Qiu Liren's eyes.

He lowered his head, his back was trembling, and his voice was weak, like a child who has always been crazy: "Don't, don't..." Don't go.

……

Lonicera is holding the glazed ice.

Liulibing is a strange thing, it has a characteristic, it can only last for three quarters of an hour.

He has two choices at this moment.

One is to destroy Liulibing just like that.

The second is to give Xie Wushuang and save Xie Wushuang's life.

"……Hey."

Liandong will always think of Xie Wushuang, he likes him so much, "I will pay you back... Let me pay you back."

Although he has dedicated himself to Demon Realm, he doesn't think it is his responsibility.Just like he can't understand Modoye, he doesn't have that kind of sentiment and morality.

It's just that Old Demon Han wanted him to do this, so Liandong did it.

He is just a grass.

Now Laomo Han is dead, and Xin Yi also died with him.

Liandong felt the sadness that he hadn't seen for a long time, he didn't want his loved one to die too.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

……

Liandong sealed Liulibing with the magic source, and when he died, the ground was covered with flames, and he became a desperate place for Canglan again.

A venerable man looked at the seal and said that Lonicera was waiting for someone.

Who are you waiting for?

More than ten years later.

A stream slid across the sky.

A man in white came down with a sword.

Under the witness of thousands of people, the magic flame retreated, and there was only one young honeysuckle plant on the red ground thousands of miles away. Under the watchful eyes of the white-clothed Taoist, it slowly bloomed two small flowers.

When the Taoist in white left, the magic flame was also extinguished.

In winter, there is snow on the bare ground, and thousands of miles are frozen.

A female cultivator remembered that honeysuckle plant for some reason, and she rushed to it with her sword, only to see a vast expanse. After searching thousands of miles, the honeysuckle had withered.

Two small leaves curled up.

It froze to death in this cold place.

It didn't survive that winter.