Her eyes on the polar night seemed to be ignited by the sky fire, and there seemed to be a slurry flowing deep in her pupils.

She pointed one hand at the sky and the other hand at the center of her eyebrows. A huge black fire lotus suddenly formed in the sky.

The lotus produces nine petals, and the power of the demon flame tumbling as the lotus petals bloom. The pale and horrifying face of every god in the sky is reflected in the lightning and thunder.

"Fruit... it really happened to the curse and prophecy. The black dragon born with lotus has the power to kill gods."

The blue-shirted God's eyebrows and eyes were beaten into a pale color by the ice and snow, the corners of his lips trembled slightly, and his fingers pointed at the ominous taboo flower flame in the sky.

Suddenly, the sky turned dizzy, and the line of vision in front of me suddenly flipped.

There was only a gurgling sound.

He suddenly found that the dirty land standing under his feet appeared in front of his sight, his cheeks were covered with cold snow, and there was a warm liquid flowing in the pole.

Huh?

He saw his body falling down.

This is the last thought before Lianghe consciousness disperses and disappears.

Cang Lian's sword tip gently lit the noble god with his body separated, and the flames immediately rolled up like a greedy demon, quickly wrapping his body.

After she stepped past the burning corpse, the white snow was still white, and the divine blood that had penetrated into the snow was no longer visible, and there was no trace of Lianghe's breath again.

Liang He, the god who shocked all the ages, was taken away by others in such an understatement.

Above the sky, the gods began to get ready to move, and the anger of the burning world was overturned like a wave.

The shining silver armor began to fall from the sky, just like the water of the Milky Way in the sky pouring back into the spiritual world.

How to block the mighty power of the glorious one?

Cang Lian's white and beautiful face began to crack a series of black cracks like a spider, and beautiful scales spread and grow from the back of her hands and neck.

Her long figure fell on the snow, but the shadows in the snow were as majestic as night and mountains, as if she had covered the entire world with shadows.

And the shape of the shadow is the holy Dharma image of a huge black dragon containing the nine lotus.

Singing alone, fighting against the gods in the sky.

The war broke out instantly.

The mountain wind that had not stopped for a moment suddenly became more and more bitter and cold, rolling the snow on the ground into thousands of heavy snow curtains.

The sky and the earth changed color, and instantly they swept Cang Lian's back in, only the black dragon shadow on the ground buried the earth.

A Wan did not leave here. She stood on the top of the snow cliff that was endless in the cold pavilion. Her green skirt was constantly torn by the wind and snow, and her deep thoughts were rolling in her vertical pupils.

The strong wind rolled up the fine snow foam, which was wet between the black ink hair like crow feathers, like a cold and cold frost white walnut.

Under the dim light hidden by the shadow of the huge black dragon, all the emotions in her eyes were hidden under the wings of the thick ink feathers, and there was no clue at all.

Even though he was born with lotus, the dragon body was as strong as an ancient god.

With the power of the demon lotus, he can compete with the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

The name of the ancient monster has never been called out by the world.

But A Wan knew very well that for the ancient Holy Spirit Dragon Clan that had been eternal and distant, the ten thousand years of dragon age was just a time for adulthood among the dragon clan.

For all living beings in the spiritual world, Cang Lian is an ancient and powerful existence.

But for the dragon clan and these gods, she is still young.

Shenyou Realm, can it support

No one can predict when the demon lotus in her body raged and slaughtered the gods.

The seven realms forbidden flowers, only the ancient saints who had returned to chaos, have clearly witnessed the full glorious atmosphere of the forbidden flowers.

Its mysterious level is enough to be comparable to the fate of the god-killer.

A Wan's palm flipped gently, and a Shura evil ghost mask appeared out of thin air in her white palm. The pale and hideous mask was painted with bright colors, and the black mask's eye holes seemed to silently tell the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Shura clan.

It is clearly a dead mask, but the facial features depicted on the mask have no expressions, and they exude vicissitudes of ruthlessness and indifference.

The roaring and shaking space fluctuations spread across the sky, and spiritual practitioners from all over the world rushed over.

The palace lord of Fengyue Palace, Mu Xue, came, but looked across the mountain and didn't dare to approach it.

There was a young Cat Hall Master from the Ancient Palace who joined the dark dark servant of the Hall of Wanjuns without hesitation to join the battle against the will of heaven and destruction.

The dark giant scythe was shaking, and the dark air broke through the sky. Although the person holding the holy scythe was particularly immature, his fighting spirit and determination were not inferior to every god in the sky.

Bright red ears lingered between A Wan's slender white fingers. She raised her palm and gently covered the cold mask.

The expressionless mask showed a sarcastic and distorted laughter.

A Wan looked at the mask indifferently, feeling that this ferocious expression was the true portrayal of her face at this moment and her heart.

The god-killer who hid in the darkness had the unspeakable plot and plot of the ghosts and gods sitting in the Shura Temple.

It is precisely because she is decisive and decisive enough that she can generously express her feelings in her eyes to the person she should show her goodwill.

She was born to experience all kinds of hardships. When she was the little girl who fled desperately under the sharp teeth of the demon wolf in the snow, she was covered in blood and was young and had not been stained by this turbid world.

Until the moment she died under the Shekou, she was kind all her life and had never done anything bloody and scattered.

But the sufferings in the world have never let her go.

There are thousands of good things in the world, but it is difficult to live.

She abandoned her past surname and was born with conspiracy and death. She was cold enough to know how to live perfectly and correctly and get what she wanted.

She clearly sees through people's love to pursue those illusory things, even the demon master who has proved the truth with his blood to kill is no exception, but the more powerful a person is afraid of loneliness.

If they want those illusory things, she will present them with perfect presentation of what they want.

When Cang Lian rescued her on the riverside tent, he looked at the pair of eyes that were as dark as the long night but extremely bright as the night, which was too clear.

It was so clear that she knew clearly that at the moment when she was saved, the person who was actually redeemed was not her, but the demon master who was loneliness all his life.

After being with her for many years, she knew clearly what Cang Lian wanted.

As smart as her, she can take out her uncovered heart with extreme gentleness and naturalness.

Time and everything is precious, but the true heart is not worth it.

It is not impossible for a heart that is fully utilized by her, and is so hypocritical that it is almost like a waste of money.

For her, all people in the world are just two choices.

If you can use it, then you can deal with it patiently.

If you are useless, you will no longer give more charity.

So

The problem is here.

Cang Lian is now about her.

Which one is it?

In the sky, the battle situation became more and more intense, and the gods slid down like meteorites and fell into the dust of the earth.

The kitten woman holding the holy sickle in her hand has also turned into the complete posture of the Yuan-Swallowing Beast, but the wound on her body can be seen to have broken bones.

The huge black dragon shadow that overturned and covered the earth was as leisurely as mist, but it always remained in an immortal form.

Her fair fingers slowly wrapped around the bright red ears on the mask tether. Awan watched coldly, her eyes were deep and uneven, and she could not see any ups and downs. She could only have mysterious and profound plans.

How to make a decision.

He is to stand firm and retreat, and wait for the demon master to die and return, and the contract for the twin curse will naturally disperse.

She fell into the vast ocean of the seven realms like an inconspicuous drop of poison juice that could change everything. No one could deduce the true identity of her god-killer, slowly eroding the whole world.

Or, continue to use Cang Lian as the Tai Cang Ancient Dragon to open the Dragon Tomb and obtain the unknown taboo power. In a short century, the peak seven realms will become the only master of the New Saint Age.

The choice that seems difficult to make, but for A Wan, it seems that the choice is not difficult.

Because she is calm enough to deduce the most correct result in an impartial deduction method and get the answer she deserves the most.

Her deduction method has always been very fast.

The answer quickly settled in my heart.

At this moment, a faint but extremely dazzling light flashed in the afterglow.

He was an old man who was not as good as his sixties. The water of the galaxy in the eternal river was washed by the moonlight for tens of thousands of years, clean and cold, and the dark frost condensed into a silver-white eyeball between his thin palms.

He bent his fingers, as if he wanted to eject this dazzling silver eyeball into the dark and eternal shadow on the earth.

The cold sound of the silver chain was clear in the dark, and the white and slender gemstone penetration and the silver chain made a crisp sound.

Her palm covered the Shura ghost face again. As it unfolded, the hideous and distorted smile on the Shura ghost face turned into a sad and crying expression.

Silver eyeballs fell.

Her blue wide sleeves danced lightly, and a sharp red light flashed out.

Before the eyeball fell into the earth, in the air, the two forces silently intersected.

A stream of blood spurted out from one eye socket of the old man in the sky, his left pupil was broken, and there was a shattering of silver lilies in the sky. It was the essence condensed by the Milky Way in the water.

If it falls into dust, the entire spiritual world will usher in an era of dead glaciers that freeze all things and mountains.

Including letting the giant shadow on the ground sleep forever and freeze.

But at this moment, the silver is shining, and there is only the beauty of the prosperous times with stars as shavings.

At this moment, all the gods' eyes were facing the beautiful woman dancing silently in the snow.

A Wan's body seemed to shake slightly, and her lips were dyed with a hint of bright red, like a petal of bleak rouge flowers blooming from hell.

She did not raise her head to respond to the solemn gazes of the gods from the Nine Heavens.

I just looked down at the crying ghost face on my palm. The vertical pupils, like a blue gem, have changed from light to thicker, and my expression is even more difficult to distinguish between sadness and joy.

The skirt was hunted by snowflakes, and her long and clear figure was indescribable at this moment.
Chapter completed!