[Lotus Lantern] Free Sky

He smiled and walked towards Nuwa.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun was still chanting spells on Mie Shi Hei Lian, controlling Hei Lian, "Control her body—, control her body—, Mie Shi Hei Lian, control her body -"

In the haze, I felt a little familiar, and slowly the figure in black was getting closer and closer, the face of the man, the face...

Nu Wa suddenly shook her body, and then she saw that the man was, it was Luo Hu!With a ferocious face, he was laughing loudly, "I killed Yang Jian, what can you do?"

Luohu, Luohu, you killed my brother Fuxi? !I won't let you go, you go to die—Nuwa's eyes, which couldn't really concentrate at all, became strange, and she slowly approached Yang Jian.At the same time, there was a voice in Nuwa's body, desperately trying to stop this body from slowly approaching Yang Jian's footsteps, "No, no, he is Yang Jian, not Luo Huo!" But immediately another voice appeared in her voice. He retorted in his mind, "He is Luo Hu, Yang Jian is dead, Nuwa, you want revenge, revenge——, kill him!"

"Nuwa Empress, what are you doing?" When Yang Jian realized that there was something wrong with the eyes of Nuwa Empress in front of him, a long sword pierced his body.It enters the body but only three inches.It would have gone deeper, but because another will prevented her from doing so, it was difficult for the long sword to penetrate only three inches into the flesh.

Nuwa was already delirious at this time, hallucinations appeared in her vision, but the sword entered without a handle, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.Soon, the air was soon stained with the smell of blood, with a faint fragrance.When Nvwa's mind smelled this fragrance, her mind gradually became clear, and her vision also became clear.Seeing this unbelievable scene, Yang Jian covered the wound with one hand, and held the blood-dripping sword with the other. Blood flowed from the wound along the sword, and at the same time flowed on the ground in front of his feet.And the hand holding the hilt of the sword here is shaking.

"No, no—" When she saw all this clearly, Nuwa yelled frantically, shaking her head and retreating, and at the same time the sword was pulled from Yang Jian's body.Nuwa looked at the bloody wound and the sword in her hand that was dripping with blood. The blood made her heart feel so painful that it almost collapsed. She shook her head constantly, feeling the pain in her heart.She couldn't believe that she did it, how could she accept such a fact?

At this time, Nuwa also realized that she must be being controlled by the influence of the black lotus in her body, or more precisely, controlled by Hongjun.Nuwa, who was hit so hard, suddenly stabbed her sword at herself - at the dantian.

Then he pulled out the sword decisively.Immediately, the blood was sprayed in mid-air, scattered into tens of thousands of spots, like thousands of spots of red rain, and also like thousands of spots of red plums, floating in all directions with the crystal clear tears of the goddess at this time.Thousands of blood mist reflected on Nuwa's miserable and haggard face, it was so sad and desperate.Yang Jian looked at Empress Nuwa who was gradually falling down in the blood mist, and something was touched, and he felt his eyes heat up.At this time, a drop of blood rained into Yang Jian's eyes in mid-air, and many strange and familiar images flooded into his mind instantly.He suddenly raised his head and saw Nuwa's reluctant eyes. Could it be a farewell?Nuwa, you are so cruel!

"No——Sister Nuwa!" Yang Jian rushed over as fast as he could.

Nuwa, who was gradually falling down, smiled when she heard the call. Through the blood mist, she smiled, and that smile was beautiful, very beautiful.heaven and earth for it

Moved,

eclipsed.

……

At this moment, Yang Jian only had this beautiful smile in his eyes, as if the world didn't exist.He desperately wanted to run over and catch the fallen figure.At the last moment, when Nuwa's hair was about to fall to the ground, he caught her body.

"Sister Wa." He looked at Empress Nuwa's face, which was already so pale that there was no trace of blood, and a few spots of blood red were dotted on her beautiful and peaceful face.The corner of Nuwa's mouth was still bleeding, her voice was weak, but her eyes were full of reluctance and nostalgia for the man beside her, "I'm sorry." After saying this, Nuwa's expression gradually became calm, her eyes Slack and dull, but there is still a faint breath.Through his eyes, Yang Jian vaguely saw a black lotus spinning in Nuwa's body. He raised his hand to help her heal her wounds, but suddenly the already weak Nuwa raised her arm and hit Yang Jian.Yang Jian was hit on the shoulder and fell to the ground.

Nuwa stood up unconsciously, her movements were stiff, her face expressionless, like a walking dead, she turned around and floated out.

"Sister Wa!" Yang Jian stood up, wanting to chase after her.

Empress Nuwa turned around and swung a sword at Yang Jian, who dodged.Nu Wa turned around in a daze, and continued on her way without any hesitation.Yang Jian watched Nuwa's back go away, not daring to act rashly, and followed all the way from a distance.

At the same time, he recalled his own weapon, the Phoenix Qin.

Along the way, as the memory of the previous life became clearer and more complete, and his thinking became clearer and more open, Yang Jian's body was also undergoing constant changes, the spiritual power in his body became stronger and stronger, and every inch of skin was undergoing subtle changes. Yang Jian just did what he wanted The ground breathes out as usual, and a powerful mana full of vitality ripples through the whole body, transforming one's meridians and strengthening one's physical body.Along the way, lightning flashed and thunder continued, and the severity of the thunder calamity continued to rise. Before the controller of the thunder calamity could react, Yang Jian survived the tribulation and reached the state of a god-king that even the sages of Hunyuan could not match.In this world, who else would dare to hack him?You must know that even the most powerful divine calamity was ordered by the divine king Fuxi.Below God's Tribulation, it's not enough to scratch him.

The whole body is like the indestructible body of vajra, that is the real indestructible body of vajra, no matter what kind of weapons you have, you can't hurt half of it.With Yang Jian's current physique, even if the top ten ancient artifacts were thrown at him at the same time, it would not be able to damage him in the slightest.

A surge of aura rippling out, the body-protecting zhenqi surrounds the whole body.Because the true energy was so thick and deep that it was almost solid, and gradually formed a kind of shield around Yang Jian's body, wrapping the whole person in it.Looking at the master's face through a layer of mask, although the facial features are still distinct, there is a feeling of being unpredictable and looking at flowers in a fog, which is more mysterious and unfathomable.The color of true energy, so pure and noble, is incomparable to any immortal.Yang Jian guided the mana back into his body, and his whole body was full of vitality like rebirth.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a while, but Yang Jian seems to be more immortal, and his whole person is as noble and majestic as a god king.

Followed all the way, unknowingly arrived at the outskirts of the Demon Realm.

"Nu Wa, don't go there!" Yang Jian wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

Nuwa's figure disappeared into the black mist on the edge of the Demon Realm.

At the entrance of the Demon Realm, there is only one person, lined with a tight purple robe inside, which looks extremely soft, but in fact, even the god of heaven can cut it continuously; the robe is covered with brocade and white satin robes of the god king, and the robe is embroidered with pictures of mountains, rivers, sun and moon, Around the waist is a purple belt with a width of three inches. The pattern of auspicious dragons is woven with gold silk flying threads. It is bordered by South Sea pearls and inlaid with seven colorful stones the size of a palm. The cloud dragon boots are full of silkworm silk. Like a crown of jade, with a body like a jade mountain, a jade tree facing the wind, and his mana is unsurpassed in ancient and modern times.This man has the posture of clouds and water, and the quality of the sun and the moon, which makes people forget the customs.It can be said that he gathers all the beauty and honor in the world, and he is the No.1 in the universe.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld, nine days and ten places, Nuwa, I will definitely find you back.Even if I fall into the devil way and return to nothingness together, I will not hesitate.Wamei, I'm back, I'm sorry for you!You, wait for me, wait for Brother Fuxi.His eyes are pure and deep, gentle and tender.

After restoring the dignity of Fuxi, Yang Jian became the god of heaven and earth, so majestic, so noble, and so proud to stand in the world.He just stood there silently with his hands behind his back, and his majesty spread quietly around, sweeping the entire darkness.

He held the birthday gift that Nuwa had made for him at his waist, turned around and soared into the clouds. Fuxi's magic robe fluttered in the wind, shaking out auspicious clouds, which were very dazzling.Even the world at the entrance of the devil world seems to be much brighter and clearer.

"Nuwa, brother Fuxi won't let you suffer any harm this time."

The gate of the demon world opened silently.Yang Jian walked all the way, walking on the road, his feet were as light as his feet did not get muddy, wherever he went, the black mist separated automatically as if spiritually, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes, making his whole person seem illusory, almost one with the sky and the earth.

But after entering, there was only endless darkness, but there was no trace of Nuwa.

The light in his eyes moved slightly, and his starry eyes swept lightly, exuding a mighty pressure like a mountain, as if he was in the world.The soft divine light shone on him, outlining the handsome facial features carved out of jade, with a sacred and inviolable natural aura.Once this earth-shattering god-king aura is manifested, any demons in the demon world who dare to come out to block it will all avoid its edge and make a detour.Those who knew Fuxi retreated to the side, respectfully nodded slightly, and took the initiative to make way.There are those who don't know each other, or newcomers who want to take this opportunity to make a name for themselves, but before they get close, they are blown away by the energy waves generated by the body-protecting true energy, and after falling to the ground, they struggle for a long time before climbing up stand up.After that, he never dared to step into the range of true energy flow.At this point, the area within a hundred miles has become a vacuum.

A blue light pierced through the heaven and earth, like the return of a king, but it appeared in the empty Demon Lord's hall.Taking a closer look, blue light surrounds the whole body, the white robe is blown violently by the hurricane, and the visitor's hair is a little messy, but it gives people an unreal and elegant feeling, which further sets off a kind of king's presence. tolerance.The eyes of the gods suddenly opened, and the purple light was shining, and the maids standing in front of the palace saw the beautiful scenery that they had never seen in this life and would never see it again—the purple light, as if they were born for this person, the eyes were bright , the so-called light is undoubtedly this person!Such a peerless beauty, such an alluring country, such an unparalleled beauty, is this the so-called stunning beauty?It is not as soft as a woman, but it is radiant and radiant in its masculinity, which is incomparable.Powerful and majestic, domineering yet soft, mysterious and extremely noble.In the purple light, lavender fluorescence illuminates the entire hall, which is dazzling and magnificent, calm and beautiful, fresh and gentle, making people's hearts seem to be quite clear.This mild, translucent, fresh, lingering, majestic, and magnificent purple seems to be washing their souls. At that moment, the souls are very comfortable, as if they are about to come out through the body, and dance lightly.How could such a person exist in the world?

But I also feel that this person should be like this, it seems, that's how it should be.All the elegance should have been concentrated on him.Unlike their Demon Lords, apart from being evil and ruthless, there is only horror and trembling that makes people feel cold all over their bodies.The maid thought unconsciously and glanced at the temple, their Demon Lord.

Mozun Yu Wentai seemed to know that he would come, he stood sideways on the hall with his hands behind his back, thinking of something.There was a smile on the corner of his mouth,

"Tell me, one is the supreme being of the demon world, and the other is a saint of the demon race. Aren't we a good match? Fuxi."