Flashy Dream of Thunderbolt

Shuangsheng looked at the painting, she knew that people in the world would always yearn for beautiful people and things. Although the confidantes turn their heads empty, but how many people can really break through this layer of confusion?In this world, not everyone can be as calm as a page of books.

"Oh, mortal."

Hearing Shuangsheng's chuckle, Mingzhu Qiuxia was not angry, he looked at the portrait intently, as if the person in the portrait was his most cherished lover.

Seeing him ignoring her, Shuangsheng tentatively walked inside and said, "I know the person in the painting."

"Huh?" Mingzhu Qiuxia was willing to look up at her when she heard Shuangsheng said that she knew her. His eyes stayed on her face for a while, and then he said, "Hua Se is full of light and string, what I want is not just The name."

"I'm friends with her."

"Have you seen her?"

"nature."

"Then does this portrait of mine look like her? I must see her, definitely." Mingzhu Qiuxia muttered to himself, he picked up the painting and came to Shuangsheng, and in front of her, stroked the painting. Shuangsheng couldn't understand the beauty's eyebrows and the hot emotion in her eyes.

Isn't it just a painting, how can someone become so obsessed with a painting.

Shuangsheng boasted without blushing: "It's not as good as one thousandth of her." The person who drew this painting should have only seen her once from a distance. The appearance is somewhat similar, but the charm is lost. The most important thing is Yes, the artist painted the wrong color of her eyes.

"Really?" Mingzhu Qiuxia rolled up the painting, wrapped it with cloth and put it aside, then returned to normal and looked at Shuangsheng coldly: "I will take your business and protect your safety within this month , and the price you have to pay is to take me to see her a month later."

"It's a word."

In the Panyin Shrine, Cang activates a unique secret method, using the terrain of the shrine to block the Emperor Abandoned Heaven, and the Emperor Abandoned Heaven is tricked into absorbing silver and Zhu Wu, hoping to restore the complete birth of the holy demon.As a result, Cang used spells to help Yin Zhu and Zhu Wu get out of the body of Emperor Qitian. At the moment of distraction, Emperor Qitian was attacked by the three innates, and finally his body was destroyed by the holy artifact Buddha.

The catastrophe of the Abandoned Emperor, which has been in trouble for a long time, is finally over.

This was a battle that was thousands of miles away and had nothing to do with Xian Lingxi. However, Xian Lingxi's spiritual consciousness was strongly inspired to come to the realm of the six heavens at the moment when the holy demon embryo of the Emperor Abandoned Heaven was destroyed.

"Who are you?" Xian Lingxi looked at the place that looked like heaven, where nothing but white was white, monotonous and pure without any filth.

The person in front of her is a real god, with a soft light covering his whole body, and there is a little light gold on the white hair, as if the sun is inseparable from him, and there is no flaw in his exquisite facial features, which makes people feel divine. Don't dare to look directly.

"Well, I am the Emperor of Abandoned Heaven. The consciousness of mortals should not come to the realm of gods."

Emperor Qitian has just returned to the Realm of the Six Heavens, and he has seen the tenacity of human beings in the process of destroying the world. He hates the darkness and filth of human nature, but at the same time, he also feels the tenacity of life.

"I'm not a human being, it's just a coincidence that I came here."

Xian Lingxi took a look at him, then jumped on tiptoes lightly on the pool, her clothes fluttering like a flying fairy on a mural, she circled around admiring the world where the gods lived, and finally landed on the ground of Emperor Qitian. He said in front of him, "Are you the god of this world? I also met a man who claimed to be the God of Death. In this world, is it God who created everything?"

Emperor Qitian didn't answer her question, his eyes were so calm, different from the name of despair in human slaughter, he asked without any expression: "Who created you?"

"Well, I don't know either, but one thing is certain, that is, I was not created by you."

Xian Lingxi stretched out her right hand, and a dead wood branch appeared in the palm of her hand, and with the urging of her aura, the wood branch bloomed bright red plums: "I can make dead trees grow flowers, and I have endless power of good fortune, Pavilions, towers, pavilions, rivers and lakes are just a matter of effort to me, but I cannot create real life."

Emperor Qitian hooked his finger and took away the plum blossom in her hand. The plum blossom withered again in the hands of Emperor Qitian, and the branches turned to ashes but did not stain his robe. He said: "I am not the god of creation, I am the god of destruction. God, there is no answer you want here, go back."

And then, with the wave of Emperor Qitian, Xian Lingxi fell from the realm of the six heavens, and her eyes were instantly dark.

Tian Wenbei, Yuejiaozi felt the powerful aura fluctuations in Xian Lingxi's body, he stroked her forehead with his hand, picked up her wrist to check for pulse.As time passed, he began to think about a question he didn't want to face, that is, what if she never wakes up?

The longer you walk, the more you will miss the things at the beginning. It’s okay if you don’t think about it. Once you think about it, you will feel restless when you close your eyes.Some things, obviously just some small things, but if she didn't fulfill them, she would regret it very much.

For example, an agreement to have a cup of tea with Death.

She will always remember the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, fire, stumps and blood everywhere. The man in the black robe called himself the God of Death. He held a huge sickle in his hand, tempting her and threatening her. But she, who had just arrived at the time, did not She took him too seriously, she just wanted to make friends with him and have a cup of tea.

Shuangsheng took over Xian Lingxi's thoughts, and the god of death appeared again, and she wanted to fulfill this wish for her.

"You asked me to protect you in order to find the legend of the god of death?" Mingzhu Qiuxia helped her lead the deer, and he looked at the girl beside him, she was too immature, her age blocked her beauty and concealed her color .

Shuangsheng didn't notice the regret in Mingzhu Qiuxia's eyes. Having a reliable guard by her side these few days made her worry a lot, and those blind hooligans would not come to provoke her.

Hearing Mingzhu Qiuxia's question, she nodded and said: "Yes, there are three things in the rivers and lakes, known as the Three Treasures of Death, namely the Luohou ring seal, the horn of hope and the unbreakable flower."

"I've heard something." Mingzhu Qiuxia began to meditate. During this time, no one knows who released the news, saying that the three treasures of the god of death, the three have both, and the martial arts is the master.At first, he didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a bait released by someone with a heart, but later, he heard some deeds of the god of death, until he met Shuangsheng, and he vaguely believed that these three things might really exist, he was a little weird Looking at Shuang Sheng, he suddenly asked: "Coveting these three things, do you want to become the co-lord of the world?"

Hearing Mingzhu's question about seeking flaws, Shuangsheng chuckled, she tugged at his sleeve and said, "Oh, why do you have such a strange idea, I don't look like a prince in the dragon robe now."

Mingzhu Qiuxia also felt that she was stupid just now, otherwise how could she have such a strange idea, he has a cleanliness freak, he doesn't like others to flirt with him, so he pulled his clothes out of her hand and ignored her, Instead, he pulled Fu Zhu straight forward.

"Hey, Mingzhu Qiuxia, walk slowly, I don't know martial arts." Seeing him speeding up, Shuangsheng looked at his back and said dissatisfiedly: "What, this is not my guard, I just invited you The old man came back, hmph, his personality is really unpleasant."

Yan Wangsuo has observed Shuangsheng for a long time, he is sure that this woman can't see him, however, he can feel a familiar aura from Shuangsheng.This woman kept saying that she was looking for the God of Death, but she ran around like a headless chicken.Would such a fool really have anything to do with the god of death?

"Mingzhu Mingzhu, the sun is about to set, let's find an inn to rest for a while."

"I didn't bring any silver."

"I have it." Shuangsheng put her hand into her purse with a smile, and found out in horror that her purse was deflated.Shuangsheng raised her head slowly, looked at Mingzhu Qiuxia with tears in her eyes, and said, "Ming... Mingzhu, you really didn't bring any money?"

Looking at her dewy eyes, Mingzhu Qiuxia turned her head away and replied: "No, just make do with the night outside."

"The wilderness, the wind and the rain, wolves, tigers, leopards, snakes, insects, rats and ants." Shuang Sheng thought of those strange-shaped insects, her scalp was numb, and she resisted: "Do you think there are free hotel accommodations in this world?" ?”

Mingzhu Qiuxia felt that she was asking innocently, so she raised her eyebrows and asked back, "What do you mean?"

"I don't think so."

"Then you still ask!"

Yan Wangsuo sat on the branch, slowly raised the sickle, he was considering whether to chop off the head of the girl in front of him.And Shuangsheng, who is still worried about the problem of accommodation at night, is completely unaware of the danger she is in at this moment.

"If I get the Horn of Hope, I'll make a wish that we have a free place to stay at night."

"I can't take it anymore!" Yan Wangsuo was a little mad when he heard these stupid words from Shuangsheng. He really wanted to give her a scythe so that she would stop insulting the treasure left by the god of death.

"Shuangsheng!" Feeling the murderous intent, Fu Zhu bit her by the hem of her clothes and pulled her over violently. Shuangsheng fell directly to the ground, his hands were scratched, and fresh blood overflowed from his tender skin instantly.

"Yeah!" Yan Wangsuo failed to strike. He looked at the injured deer, touched his bare head and said, "What the hell is this? You can feel my presence, hehe, interesting?"

Mingzhu asked Xia to be entrusted with the matter of loyalty, he quickly came to Shuangsheng, helped her up, took her hand to check the wound on her hand, and asked with concern: "Are you okay, what else?" No injuries anywhere else?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Shuangsheng hissed, enduring the pain and pulling Mingzhu Qiuxia, and he said: "It should be someone who is good at magic, damn it, I can't fight back now, you stand behind me, don't Take out the sword rashly."

After finishing speaking, she took out the Taiyi ancient mirror that could reveal any monsters and ghosts, and shone it around. Yan Wangsuo found that the magic weapon in her hand was unusual, and chose to leave after weighing it.

"The evil aura is gone." Fuzhu's body was still bleeding, and the blood-stained fur degraded to its original white color. It licked its own wound and used special saliva to stop the bleeding.

"Going away?" Shuangsheng put away the Taiyi ancient mirror, and his expression became serious.

"Who is it?"

"I don't know." Shuang Sheng shook her head, then looked at the deep and shallow wounds on Fu Zhu's body caused by the scythe, and guessed: "It should be related to the god of death. We are in danger for the next trip."

The author has something to say:

The plan is to see Heaven is not alone and the Grim Reaper in the next chapter, and Susu will come out in the next chapter.

I hope that the plan can catch up with the changes at that time. (˙ω˙) factory