The villain has a white moonlight

Before Ji Wuxian committed suicide, he had his own soul drawn out. The prince had never expected it. After the mycelium reorganized, the injured body was no longer recovered, and the young man in red became a little boy.

Not only the crown prince was forgotten, but even Lan Xizhi seemed to be forgotten.

His mood has not been turbulent for a long time, and he was so happy for a moment, so happy that he wanted to bring the boy back to Menghuaichuan with a blank sheet of paper.

However, before the young man woke up and opened his eyes, he was quickly placed under the shade of a tall tree not far away.

The crying fox mask blocked his expression, his cool lips were tightly pursed, and the silver puppet line hanging from the long fingertips had a cold light.

It's just an experiment, he should be a good bystander.

The young bone picker, who didn't know his identity or origin, instinctively picks up bones to treat his cold, and instinctively went to Mingyue Mountain. When he saw the Taoist who practiced purely for the first time, he was deeply attracted.

The self-drawn soul turned into a butterfly leading the way in Huangquan. It was originally formed to pursue Lan Xizhi's lucky soul. By accident, the young Du Ruozhi captured it together with the lantern butterflies and brought them to Mingyue Mountain. The butterfly fell in love with her. Living in a floating dream is also stopping for the Taoist.

Fu Mengsheng was born when Du Ruozhi came to Diezhuang Xiaomengqu, although he couldn't see the boy in front of him, he recognized his true identity immediately, cared for him carefully, guided the boy to recover his memory step by step, and healed the poison with Baigusai At that time, Huang Quan led the butterfly back to his place, and Du Ruozhi finally returned to Ji Wuxian's adult body.

The occasional empathy and synesthesia with his other half, the silent game between Fu Mengsheng and him has already begun.

"Your Highness..." Ji Wuxian seemed to have sensed something from the bronze mirror, and called out weakly and eagerly.

"I saw you."

Ji Wuxian also saw them under the peach blossom tree.

A strong wind blew up on the flat ground, peach blossoms rustled down, the long silver hair brushed against the prince's beautiful face, the luxurious brocade robe was also blown up like flowers by the wind, the sea water patterns on the clothes surged like tides, and the whole person seemed to be standing in the pink haze , standing on the tide, with the same elegant and noble demeanor as hundreds of years ago, the whole person is like a dazzling brilliance.

There is also Fu Mengsheng, even though he is being held hostage, he is still calm and unruffled, behind him is a sea of ​​clouds billowing and smoky waves, and his white clothes are flying like a fairy in a painting.

The bright red lips under the fox mask were slightly raised, he raised his head slightly, squinted his eyes and looked at the young man in red who came from Yunxiao on a white horse. He was not far or near, and he could already see the anxious expression on that handsome face.

The prince knew that he had the chance to win, but Ji Wuxian's heart was always on Lan Xizhi and Lan Xizhi's incarnation, Fu Mengsheng.

In the stories of Du Ruojun and Du Hengjun, Yinming Guishou and Xiaoyue Xingshen, the prince of Yuyi Kingdom was a bystander and outsider from the beginning to the end.

That's fine too.

Before he could make a move, Bai Ying moved in front of him and bumped into the sharp long sword in his hand, causing blood mist to rise in front of his eyes.

"No!" Ji Wuxian yelled, rolled over from Juli's back, stumbled and knelt down in front of him, and hugged the fallen person.

The fox-masked man withdrew the Flowing Light Sword casually, and the bright red blood slid down the blade like red teardrops.

"Fu Mengsheng, I overestimated you. It is a great insult to me to choose such a cowardly way of suicide." He looked indifferently at the bloody Luohua blooming on the chest of the Taoist in white.

"Fu Mengsheng...Fu Mengsheng! Why!" Ji Wuxian raised his hand in a panic, trying to block the blood hole in the wounded man's heart, using ghost skills or any other method, he desperately channeled his spiritual power, wanting to To block the cave where the red blood was gushing out, but it didn't work.

The whole world became quiet, and even the sound of the wind could not be heard. The young Taoist in white was stained with blood, and the young man in red knelt on the ground and hugged him tightly, falling into a daze.

"Fu Mengsheng." Ji Wuxian trembling hands, gently brushing the hair of the man in his arms, "Why didn't you wait for me."

The light and bitter fragrance of herbs filled the air with the smell of blood, but he couldn't feel any vitality, the breathing and heartbeat of Fu Mengsheng, no, no soul consciousness, no.

He couldn't feel... any trace of the existence of Floating Dreams.

The man in the fox mask looked down at the man kneeling on the ground, his curly hair was messy, his handsome face was full of sorrow and panic, and his red eyes looked like he was about to cry, which really aroused pity.

His heart felt like it was being torn by a thin thread.

The smile under the fox mask was cold, and the voice was cold, "Are you still sad for him?"

Ji Wuxian lowered his head and didn't speak.

"It's so pitiful. In the final analysis, Fu Mengsheng and I treat you as a vessel." As if intending to hurt each other deliberately, the smile under the fox's mask deepened, and his words were ironic: "He can't save this All living beings in the realm of cultivation have no face to see you, will you hate him like you hate me?"

Ji Wuxian's body trembled uncontrollably, and he hugged the person in his arms tightly, but still didn't speak.

As if he had never heard of it and turned a blind eye, the prince smiled slightly and turned around nonchalantly. What he wanted to verify had been proven time and time again.

Walking under the peach blossom tree, with a wave of his long sleeves, the bronze mirror that fell on the ground was swept into the air, bursting out with dazzling light, and countless meteor-like light streaks came through the clouds and gathered in the frame. The mirror fragments were also recalled by the powerful magnetism of the bronze mirror.

The fragments of the dust-observing mirror scattered all over the place regrouped and returned to their original shape, like a frosted silver plate, shining brightly and coldly.

The prince silently recited a mantra, and the dust-observing mirror erupted with blood-colored light, almost reflecting half of the sky in Menghuai River red, spreading like a gorgeous glow, an incomparably beautiful scene of the end of the world.

Ji Wuxian hugged Fumengsheng woodenly, the frail body in her arms was no longer warm, like a drop of morning dew, it might disappear in the colorful sunlight at any time, never to be found again.

At this time, the green vines that were entangled in Xiujie and the peach blossom tree also collapsed at the same time.

Whether it's a peach blossom tree growing from the human body or a huge plant that broke out of the ground, it quickly spread across the entire mortal land. The ignorant children were still cheering for the beauty of Dongyue peach blossoms in front of the door, but that short-lived Joy was replaced by terror at the perception of danger.

Not only is it covered by the crazily growing branches of the peach blossom tree, but the atmosphere of the entire Xiujie is fused, and all plants are growing at an abnormal speed. Whether it is a bustling city or a rural village, it is like being in a jungle overnight. There is no clear sky, and the sky is covered by dark clouds The sun is blocked out, fierce beasts and evil spirits appear in the jungle, and there is no laughter in the human world.

The fragments on the soundtrack of the video above Yanmo City were also recalled, but the illusion did not disappear. Instead, countless copies were reproduced by the dust viewing mirror, like countless images refracted by a prism, spreading across the sky and reaching far away. the horizon.

Not only that, the volcano is still pressing down, as if it is going to burn the entire land of Xiujie.

There is an enchantment in the sky above Yanmo City, but seeing the upside-down volcano sinking down and getting closer to the city, the hearts of everyone in the city raised their throats at the same time, and some people gasped and asked for a good time Some people shrank into a corner and trembled, not daring to speak or look.

Look, Sect Master Wang! "The gloomy people in Yanmo City raised their heads one after another when they heard the words, and saw several bright golden lights erupting from the black cocoon in the midair. Ni Yu, another unconscious woman in pink also fell from the sky, and Suzaku regained her freedom and flapped her wings to meet her.

Wang Siyuan wiped away his tears, and shouted to the sky, "Uncle!"

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Wang Huan gently put Xie Niyu back on Suzaku's back, smoothed the feathers of the Firebird who was worried about him, and whispered a command.

Suzaku sent the two women to Wang Siyuan's side in Yanmo City.

Wu Siyue woke up first, and was slightly taken aback when she saw Wang Siyuan.

Wang Siyuan subconsciously blocked Xie Niyu who was still in a coma.

Wu Siyue smiled indifferently, then turned to little Aipo, and the little dog Wululu bared her teeth.

"Little Aipo, I didn't expect you to be rebellious with thick eyebrows and big eyes." Wu Siyue blinked, "Growing up in Menghuaichuan, you brought purification spiritual energy. The peach tree on Xie Shaoyu's body withered, it was caused by the spiritual energy. As a hindrance, a silly dog ​​is also smart occasionally, so I know how to give play to my own advantages."

"What are you going to do to little Aipo!" Wang Siyuan hugged the black dog and looked at the woman in pink warily.

"I heard from Qu Bo that the prince once picked up a little milk dog and brought it back to Menghuaichuan to raise it. He took it with him when he went to Jinling. It was eager to play, and when it lost its owner, he went to look for it. As a result, the dog quickly recognized it. Where's the new master?" Wu Siyue shook her folding fan lightly, and said leisurely, "Is that dog you, Xiao Aipo?"

"Xiao Aipo won't go back if she doesn't want to. What are you talking about so much?"

"There is no trustworthy person around the master, and even the dog is not loyal." Wu Siyue didn't smile again, and there was a hint of self-mockery in his eyes, "Even I... couldn't complete the tasks he assigned."

She was clearly ordered to kill Xie Niyu, but she was still unable to do so, and was finally countered by Xie Niyu.

The young man in the luxurious Suzaku clothes stepped up the clouds, the sword was over the top, the Garuda wings trembled and buzzed, and he returned to the appearance of the red-striped Suzaku staff, the golden sun was shining, the silver moon was bright, and a golden sun and moon appeared under his feet In the roulette circle, the Garuda at the top of the staff burst out with bright light, blocking the sinking volcano in midair.

A grand competition that has never been seen before, in the battle with the power of the observation mirror, thunder and lightning flashed in the hazy sky, sporadic flint and magma liquid fell from the nine heavens, Wang Huan was alone, and forcibly resisted the impending crisis force.

However, how long can Ji Lingjun last in the face of the destructive power like a god?

Whether it is Yanmo City or the rest of Xiujie, there is a panic and despairing silence.

The battle in the ghost city had also come to an end. The man in green feathers walked up to Donggong Shenyue, who had lost his spiritual consciousness, knocked on the puppet's heart, then cut it open with a knife, and took out the half heart.

The heart was beating lightly in his hand. This was his other half of the heart, which was actually installed on a puppet.

"Tsk, what a reckless waste." Luo Yafeng chanted the incantation, and the half of the heart returned to his body.

However, the moment his heart returned to its original position, his limbs and bones were all constricted. The pain was unprecedented. It made him break out in a cold sweat, and he knelt down on one knee.