The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1230 How dare you deceive me!

The exclamation sounded but it was too late.

Feng Canglan paused looking at the scene outside, the flames of war in his imagination were devastated.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and there was no blood in the sky.

Peaceful and serene is not what blood sacrifices to common people should look like.

In the two worlds of immortals and humans, the flow of people is surging, which is completely opposite to the imagined picture.

Feng Canglan's eyes gradually darkened, and his cold voice was mixed with hostility, "How dare you deceive me!"

"No... no, the Demon God is a Demon God after all, and he is the biggest hidden danger! Killing him is the best solution!"

"If you can maintain your sanity now, what about in the future?"

"Have you forgotten how he wanted your consciousness to dissipate in the first place?" The voice was not as ethereal as it was at the beginning, only eager and justified.

A wave of anger surged into Feng Canglan's heart, she was almost there!
I almost believed in Yu Yu's blood sacrifice to the common people!
"So? Is this why you lied to me?"

"No..." The voice justified, "You are the incarnation of the laws of heaven, and he is a demon god. I just don't want you to go astray."

"You chose to disperse yourself for the sake of that demon god's survival."

"You are the law above everything, how can you control the Three Realms!"

Feng Canglan closed his eyes, suppressing his anger.

Although I don't want to hear it, I have to admit that it is true.

She and Zong Zhengyu were born against each other, so they could only survive together.

Either she died, or Zong Zhengyu died.

Even as a consciousness of the way of heaven, controlling the lives of the three realms, Zong Zhengyu alone cannot be changed.

His demon transformation, the law of heaven will automatically eliminate the threat when he detects it.

"Are you really going to degenerate yourself for a demon god?"

Familiar words fell into his ears, Feng Canglan opened his eyes.

When Zong Zhengyu was still the Buddha Ji Ye, countless people from the Buddha and Immortal worlds said, how could Ji Ye, a dignified god and Buddha, fall to this point because of a woman from the human world.

How familiar words, it's just that the fallen person has changed from Zong Zhengyu to her.

"Don't bring this up again. Make your own decision. I hope this is the first and last time for you."

"My side never needs to make decisions on its own."

The voice was completely silent.

Feng Canglan fell from the boundary of heaven.

This is the time of her existence, where she should have been.

For Yu Yu and Liu Cang, a thousand years have passed.

Time seemed meaningless to her.

Thousands of years later, the Galaxy Continent has not changed much, and it still maintains its original appearance.

Feng Canglan stopped outside a small bamboo house.

Looking around, the whole piece of Jacaranda is blooming.

A gust of wind blows up the blue-purple petals.

Like butterflies dancing, the beauty is breathtaking.

Feng Canglan stood with his back against the bamboo house, looking at the jacarandas on the whole mountain, his eyes felt hot.

This tree must have been planted for hundreds of thousands of years.

She looked up, and above her head was a huge Jacaranda tree, like an open umbrella.

Below is the small bamboo house, elegant and quiet.

She stepped into the bamboo wall, her figure was void and transparent.

The bamboo house is simple but elegant.

The moment he entered, Feng Canglan's figure paused, and only a cyan figure turned his back.

She walked slowly and stopped in front of the figure.

His eyes fell on Zong Zhengyu's silver hair, and his Qiushui eyes were stained with moisture.

Trembling, I reached out to touch it, but in the end I took it back abruptly.

Why is my hair white?

She watched with tears in her eyes, her heart was full of pain.

A thousand years later, Zong Zhengyu no longer had the sharpness of the past, and his whole body exudes a lonely coldness that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Those eagle's sharp phoenix eyes were dull and gray without any anxiety.

Tears rolled down uncontrollably, slid down the tip of the eyes, and dripped on the back of Zong Zhengyu's hand...

(End of this chapter)