Misty GL

Wanshen Mountain Cold Cave

Light blue cold breath lingers, a silver shirt hangs down on the ground, a person is lying on the wide ice, his eyes are closed, his skin is pale and bloodless.

Her hair was covered with black hair, and her chest was stained with blood,

There was a flash of light from the sword wound, the cold breath soaked in, and the whole body showed a faint ice blue.

Her fingertips slowly brushed her closed brows and eyes, Lian Hui, who was dressed in a dark brocade robe, had grief-stricken eyes,

He stood straight in front of her, refusing to leave.

A trace of cool breath came from the entrance of the cave, and the cold breath quickly condensed on the brows and corners of the comer's eyes.

Her head was covered with black hair and frost, and she was trembling slightly, but she stubbornly stood at the entrance of the cave and refused to leave.

Lian Hui didn't look back, but said in a low voice, "Let's go quickly."

"It's cold to the bone, you haven't had a drop of water in ten days",

In Shaoguang's cold voice, with white breath out of his mouth, he said with faint concern,

Tears fell from Lianhui's eyes, condensed into a bead, and fell to the ground,

She looked down, and there were ice beads scattered all over the cold bed.

"Yeah, it's so cold here, Xian'a must be uncomfortable",

Lian returned her cold hand to hold Xian'a's, which was also cold and stiff.

Lianhui hugged Xian'a in her arms, and walked out slowly, shaking off the frost all over her body.

Shaoguang stood where he was, watching Lianhui pass by,

Without looking at him, he lowered his eyes.

Lian Hui hugged Xian A and sat on the swing in front of the court, the sun was shining on the two of them,

She said softly, "When I was young, you always held me on the swing,

Now, it's me holding you, wake up and see me, okay? ".

In the sun, the cold breath soaked in the skin, glowing with light blue light,

Xian Ah's long hair fluttered with the wind, but those cold eyes never opened again.

"I always say that your destiny is me, but I didn't give you anything", Lianhui said in a low voice,

Her fingertips brushed Xian Ah's eyebrows,

"When you were young, you took care of me wholeheartedly. After the two mothers died, you practiced like crazy. To become strong,

To become the master of Wanshen Mountain, no matter how hard you try to hide that secret,

Don't hesitate to make me hate you, hate you."

Lianhui let out a long sigh,

"Xian Ah, in the past 800 years, you have never lived for yourself",

Her voice choked, "Everything you do is for me."

Lianhui lowered her head, raised her hands to cover her face, tears could not stop rolling down,

"Jiu Shun absorbed my divine power and re-sealed Zhen Moyuan, his soul was scattered, and he lost even a trace of divine sense",

"I bear the sacrifices of too many people, but I can't even save you."

"My lord, you finally came out." Yao Zhenren hurried over, knelt down on the ground,

Lian flicked her sleeves back, and hit him in the face with a force, her voice was slightly cold,

"The lord of Wanshen Mountain is Xian Ah."

"Yes, Emperor, Emperor", Yao Zhenren hastily changed his words,

"I let you find a way to save Xian, so you came to see me",

Lianhui said softly, and an invisible pressure poured down.

There is no way to save a person who was severely injured by the god emperor with the heavenly sword.

Originally, Xian'a should have lost her body and soul. It was the last flower spirit and dragon red ginseng left by the flower god who voluntarily sacrificed her life.

Fang barely managed to hold onto Xian'a's remnant soul.

"Or, maybe, the witch clan will have a way," Yao Zhenren stammered,

"The leg of Lord Moon God was healed by witch Peng Shu."

In the spirit land of the Dongyu Wu Clan, a girl with a double bun, wearing blue clothes,

She was lying on the ground, holding a piece of grass in her hand, fiddled with the bugs on the ground.

The cool breath passed by, "Ah Choo", the girl sneezed, looked up,

Just look at the woman in the moonlight fairy robe standing in front of her, wearing a plain wooden hairpin,

But there was a daunting coercion, holding a woman in silver shirt in his hand,

The lowered wrist was glowing blue, and a little bit of cold breath escaped.

"Is Peng Shu's ancestral shaman here?" He asked softly with thin lips.

"Are you from Wanshen Mountain?" The girl stood up and asked with her face raised,

"Zu Wu said that someone might come looking for him in the past two days."

Seeing Lian nodding back, the girl turned around and said, "Follow me."

Passing through the dense forest, I came to an ancient tree that was as thick as a hug, with twining vines,

Going up the tree trunk, a wooden house is erected across the sky. Peng Shu Zuwu is lying on the vine with his legs crossed,

Feeling Lianhui's breath, look over here.

"Wanshenshan Lianhui, please ask Peng Shu Zuwu to see if you can save her?" Lianhui bowed and saluted,

"The daughter of that stubborn goddess?" Peng Shu Zuwu shook his head and sighed,

"When I healed your mother's leg back then, I sensed the demonic obstacle in her heart."

Lian Hui's face was slightly terrified, and he heard Peng Shu Zuwu say,

"Ancestor Wu Wu, heals the disease but not the mind, saves people but not the gods."

"What does Zu Wu mean by this?" Lian Hui asked in a tense voice.

Peng Shu Zuwu walked up to her slowly with his hands behind his back, looked down at Xian'a in Lian Hui's arms, and sighed softly,

"This is Lingwan's daughter, she looks very similar to her mother."

"I beg Zuwu to save her," Lian Hui begged, "at any cost."

Peng Shu Zuwu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and said with a smile,

"I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, the debt owed by the Moon God to the Flower God would be repaid by her daughter",

Peng Shu's ancestor witch spread his hands, revealing a simple black bottle, and a cloud of emerald green elixir,

It fell to Xian's skin like raindrops and melted into it.

"With the spirit protection liquid to protect her body, it can be protected from corruption, and she will no longer have to suffer from the cold breath",

Zuwu Pengshu sighed slowly, "This is the only thing I can do for Lingwan."

Lian pursed her lips back, seeing the cold breath falling like spots of light one after another, the blue light dissipating,

Xian'a in her arms is no longer icy cold, and her skin is gradually soft and gentle.

"There is no cure for those killed by gods, I think you know better than me," said Peng Shu Zuwu, looking quietly at Lianhui.

Lian Hui trembled slightly,

These days, she has already searched through the classics of Wanshen Mountain,

It's the same thing, it's all there, and there's no cure.

"Understood, I should have understood earlier", Lian Hui lowered her eyes, looking at Xian'a tenderly,

Subconsciously hugged her tightly, "Farewell", disappeared in a flash.

Zuwu Peng Shu took out a jug of wine from his arms, dropped the mouth of the bottle and spilled it on the ground, heaved a sigh of relief,

"Lingwan, your daughter is just like you, she is an infatuated species, but she is luckier than you."

Lian Hui hugged Xian A and walked slowly in the forest, the sun was shining on her closed eyes, and there was a misty flower pinned to her temple,

Her skin became soft and warm, as if she had just fallen asleep.

There was a rustling sound not far away, Lianhui stopped, and said in a deep voice,

"If you follow me all the way, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

A moment later, a woman in a red shirt came out from the forest, her exposed skin was painted with flame-like red flowers,

There is an unconcealable tiredness in those charming eyes,

His eyes looked straight at the person in her arms.

"I just want to meet her." Yingzhuo's voice was hoarse.

"Last time I said, I'm afraid, maybe I will see you next time, I'm afraid you will die",

Yinghuo suddenly smiled stiffly, "Look, my words are so accurate."

Because of the breath of the demon clan, the divine power in Lianhui's body was about to move,

She looked up at Yinghuo, "Let's go, the farther you go, the better."

Yingzhuo looked at Xian'a in her arms fascinatedly,

"The moment you became the devil emperor, I was astonished and shocked, but also happy in my heart,

I thought, maybe, I can get close to you too."

The Heavenly Sword is now in Lian's hand, glowing faintly,

"Don't get close to Wanshen Mountain, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless",

Lianhui said coldly, "She is a god! Not a devil! She will always be at odds with you!".

Ying Huo was shocked all over, her eyes were sad, she stumbled and turned around,

The red glow flickered a few times before disappearing into the forest.

Lian lowered her head and caressed her face with her fingertips.

"You are the Protoss, the owner of Wanshen Mountain, and Xiaohui's Xianya",

Tears dripped down her face.

"There is only one way to save Xian." Lian Hui looked down at her and covered her lips,

It fell gently on the corner of her cold lips.

Lian stepped back on the green lotus, flew across the sky, and saw bursts of loud noises erupting at the foot of Wanshen Mountain.

Lianhui, who was immersed in her thoughts, frowned, looked into the distance, and a wave of demonic energy rose into the sky.

Lian Hui ignored it, her body flickered, and landed in front of Shenxu Palace.

As soon as Lianhui's aura covered Wanshen Mountain, a gust of breeze blew by, and Shaoguang's figure appeared in front of her.

"The four imperial immortals came to pay respects to the god emperor, and the demons attacked halfway, and they are now hundreds of miles away from Wanshen Mountain, fighting hard."

The brows and corners of the eyes of the cold face are covered with frost,

Thinking about it, Shaoguang was waiting for her in the cold cave.

Lianhui's eyes slowly fell on her body, cold and distant,

The indifference of emptiness and alienation made Shaoguang's heart ache, and he curled his fingers.

The Heavenly Sword came out of its sheath, emitting a dazzling light, reflecting Lian Hui's clear eyes, a gleam of red light flashed,

Shao Guang almost thought he had misread it, and in the next instant, Lianhui disappeared in Wanshen Mountain.

When Lianhui came back, blood was dripping down along the Heavenly Sword,

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if she loosened her hand stiffly.

The Heavenly Sword fell to the ground with a sting. Although the black robe could not see the blood, it could smell a strong bloody smell.

"Lianhui", Shaoguang's voice became tense,

Seeing Lian Hui, whose back was facing her, turned her face, her face was covered with blood, her eyes were red,

There was a red mark on the forehead, and the corner of the mouth was hooked, and he smiled strangely.

Fallen Angel, that is a sign of Fallen Angel, Shao Guang couldn't help trembling all over.

Seeing Lian Hui's blood-stained hand, slowly wiping her snow-white sleeve corner,

"The two demon sages, eight hundred demons, all died."

Lianhui said softly, turning her head to look at Xian'a lying under the magnolia tree,

"You like quiet the most, no one can disturb you anymore."

The strong smell of blood almost made people sick, Shao Guang pressed his lips tightly, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

The four spirit lights appeared outside Wanshen Mountain, and the voice of Emperor Ziwei resounded in Wanshen Mountain, shouting loudly,

"Four imperial emperors, I have seen the god emperor!",

Following his voice, hundreds of immortal disciples shouted in unison, "Meet the God Emperor!".

As soon as Shaoguang's heart tightened, he heard Lianhui's voice coming from the ice prison, very low,

But let everyone clearly hear, "Welcome!".

Just as Shaoguang wanted to go, he felt his shoulders being restrained.

Lianhui appeared from behind her with a cold voice,

"Tell me, what is the difference between the selfish, greedy and evil fairy clan and the demon clan?".