I float the only world mourning

The gloomy clouds and mist weighed down miserably, until people couldn't breathe.The wind is blowing, boundless and unstoppable.

The lotus lotus spring in Qingxin Spring is still there, but it suddenly swayed continuously, as if it was about to break when the black wind blew.

The person sleeping peacefully on the jade couch was unaware of the sudden change in the outside world, and stood quietly outside the hall in white clothes, guarding the sleeping person.

Floating life is safe, in the misty sleep, I only feel colic in my chest as if I am suffocating, it is a kind of despair when I lose everything and my beloved, and the boundless loneliness fills the heart of stone.

In his sleep, his brows were still tightly frowned, and there was a deep groove on his forehead, which couldn't be erased no matter what.A picture flashed in her mind, she was wearing a red dress crying blood, very much like her red wedding dress that day, just like a scarlet cloud.

Just like that, she fell to the ground as if she had lost all support, the paleness of her face contrasted sharply with her red dress...

She is going to die...

Heartbroken to the extreme, the fettered consciousness broke through the barrier, and suddenly woke up to find that there was no one beside him, and the fox who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully by his side was nowhere to be seen.But his body was bound by the bundle of fairy ropes, and the knots were so strong that he couldn't untie them no matter what.

He suddenly realized that what he had seen in his dream just now was not just a dream without boundaries, it was probably a harbinger of future events.

Struggling to get up and roll off the jade couch, only to find that even his divine power and cultivation base have been sealed, and he can no longer use any magical powers.

With a wry smile, she lied to him and left him here alone. Did she go to die alone?

He wanted to stand up, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up. The only thing that could cause him to have such symptoms was the elixir refined by the master, Nuwa Empress, which was soft and loose, only soft and loose ...

The immortal rope bound him tightly, making him unable to move at all.

Looking up at the sky outside the hall, I am afraid that the catastrophe has already come, but I can only stay here, helpless, can I only hear the news of her death in the end?

He can't do it!

How could she let go of someone who swore to meet each other to live and die together.

The dull sound of her body falling on the white jade floor suddenly alarmed Shangqiong, who was silently guarding outside the hall, she hurried in, and the only thing she saw was Fusheng falling on the ground in pain.

Shangqiong drifted over, came to him, and wanted to help him up, "My lord..."

Only then did Fu Sheng see her, and he couldn't even utter a word, "Help me untie this bundle of immortal ropes." The sadness in his eyes intertwined with each other, condensing into despair.

Shangqiong's outstretched slender hands stopped suddenly in the void, and slowly shook his head, "I'm sorry, my lord, this is the empress who cast the spell herself, Shangqiong is powerless..." Feeling his eyes gradually dimming, as if It was the last glimmer of hope that had been lost.

Shangqiong just felt sad in his heart, she was really helpless, there was nothing she could do now, the only thing she could do was to take good care of him so that no accidents would happen.

Fu Sheng still didn't give up, "Where did Shizun and Xiao Wei go?"

"Jiu Ming Mountain." She answered truthfully, she knew that they couldn't hide it from him, and he would know everything eventually.

Fu Sheng nodded, "You take me there, my mana is blocked and I can't fly, you take me there."

Shangqiong looked at him, lowered his eyebrows and dared not meet his dazed eyes, but just shook his head, "Your Majesty told me, you can't..." Forcibly helped him onto the jade couch, and hurriedly walked out of the hall Walking, she can't stay here, she dare not see his almost crazy appearance.

She did not dare to disobey Empress Nuwa's decree, Nuwa specially told her to take care of Fusheng before leaving, she had no choice.

In a hurry, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, and the hysterical screaming behind her made her unable to move anymore.

"Fusheng, please!" He remembered that someone once said to him, "Do you still need dignity to love someone?" That voice was still echoing in his ears, it was so sweet and full of irresistible magic power.Now he understood what it meant.

Turning back silently, he slowly bent his knees in front of her, and there was a dull sound between the knees that landed on the ground and the ground, very much like the sound of a war drum beating.

While kneeling on the ground, his self-esteem and pride, which had always been high above, and the dignity of God were all put down at this moment, just like his knees, lowered into the dust...

"Fusheng...please!" She raised her eyes in pain like heart-piercing, and there was a sparkle in the bottom of her eyes. The sadness and despair in her eyes made her unable to say the words of rejection anymore.

Shangqiong was stunned, she had never seen such a floating life, and she never dared to imagine such a humble appearance.

I remember the first time I saw him, he had such a cold and ruthless appearance, his handsome face had never expressed any expression for thousands of years, she thought he was really a cold stone who became immortal, even his heart and temperament were exactly the same as that cold stone.

She has been in this temple for thousands of years, and he has walked by her countless times, but has never looked at her directly, but she feels that he should be so repulsive.

Ever since he brought that fox demon Xiaowei to the sky, a smile appeared on his face from time to time, and it was only then that she realized that he was so handsome and extraordinary when he smiled, and the gentle smile touched people's hearts, so it turned out that he also knew how to laugh.

Fusheng knelt in front of her, throwing everything away, "Fusheng please, take me to Jiuming Mountain, I can't let her die..."

His begging pulled back her thoughts that were drifting into the sky, and she whispered softly, "Okay..."

She didn't know what else she could say, maybe at this moment, she could only agree and could not refuse.

On Jiuming Mountain, demonic energy is overflowing. Even if Nuwa Empress's Mountain River Sheji Map subdues the demons flying in the sky, countless monsters will be born in the next moment, but there are no demons.

The Nine Nether Yin Fire is still burning fiercely, and it has already ignited towards the land of the world. The Three Realms are surrounded by these raging flames, and no one is spared.

The immortals and Buddhas standing in the sky suffered countless deaths and injuries, and there seemed to be resentful spirits crying and expressing their unwillingness amidst the howling wind.

The red dress fluttered in the dark sky like dancing in the wind, she seemed to come from nine heavens, pouring out the dark fire...

When the two palms were facing each other, the sky was illuminated by the brilliance, and the magic power of the whole body exploded like a thunder coming to the world, baptizing the world.

The mana collided and bounced away layer by layer in the form of a circle of light, just like the ripples caused by a stone thrown into a calm lake spread round and round.

In just an instant, the places and people touched by the light waves, those with higher cultivation levels survived, those with lower cultivation levels instantly disappeared into nothingness, and those without a trace of sound disappeared forever in the three realms. There is no such person.

The sea water is turbulent, more and more turbulent, and as far as the light reaches, it stirs up thousands of waves in the boundless sea water. The waves have gained strength and poured down from the sky, like snow in winter. Ironically, the snowflakes are black of.

The yin fire is more prosperous, penetrating the sky and the earth.

The sound of wailing everywhere made it difficult to tell who made it, was it the seriously injured Immortal Buddha, or the last call of the dying man?

I can't tell the difference, here and now, I escaped the panic, trying my best to save my life, but I can't retreat, if I retreat, I will never recover, and the monster will come again.

The author has something to say: Sorry, I ruined the image of adults