Xianxia Romance: Three Lives and Three Worlds

Chapter 261 Awakening from a Dream... All Broken 4
She couldn't forgive him for forcing herself to cut off her meridians under the Soul Devouring Thunder, and wanted to die. She couldn't forgive him for forcing herself to jump the Abandoned Immortal Stage, and she couldn't forgive his so-called love just to take advantage of her——

Water stains spread on her face little by little, a fishy sweetness flashed in her throat, she wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh, fate was really ridiculous, since he didn't love her, why did he send her to him again and again, Let her fall in love with him, but let him ruin her with his own hands.

Her heart was full of desolation, maybe, if she could see Xuan Qing again, she would definitely kill him with her own hands.

The Demon Suppressing Tower in the night is just like what I saw 100 years ago. The sky above the Demon Suppressing Tower is covered with black clouds, tumbling and stirring like a thick black ink that cannot be melted, and lightning strikes on the top of the tower one after another. Above, the roaring sound hung on her eardrums over and over again, and the wind blew up like a ghost crying, making a deep roar in the hollow, which was the resentment of the demons imprisoned in the tower, she frowned and looked at Everything in front of her eyes is locked up here by her people. This is the so-called Dao, the so-called benevolence and righteousness. They are doing things to exclude dissidents under the banner of justice. Common people, they keep saying that they are loyal and courageous, but in the end they are secretly doing the deeds of deceiving teachers and ancestors, killing fathers and brothers.And even though they are demons, they have never done these things, they just want to simply love someone and be with this person, but why are there so many people blocking and accusing them?
She looked at the familiar scene in front of her with a wry smile. There was no grass growing around the Demon Suppressing Tower, only the seven bloodstones scattered around the tower were scrawled with seven pictures of suppressing demons. Surrounded by clouds of black air, with a pungent fishy smell.

At that time, she still had Yelu Xiuge, but now, she has lost even this only warmth...

Yelu Xiuge once said to her: "Girl, there are too many things in life, but I only want you to be happy." Her heart had already become crippled the moment she lost him, and even the joy of being happy was the only thing she could do. The most sincere feelings in ordinary life have long been gone with the wind, and her own life, Yelu Xiuge's life, Yun Ting's life, which one is no longer in her hands has become fragmented.

"Xiuge, I'll take you away—"

This is the last fulfillment she can give him.

The thousand-year-old black iron tied to the vermilion Xuanmen flashed fiercely in the wind of her palm, and the moment she pushed the Xuanmen open, waves of black shadows rushed towards the door like black clouds weighing on top. It was captured by the monsters in the tower for thousands of years, but it collapsed on its own when it approached her. The corridor in my memory was very long. The eyes of big and small Luguan are led by a painted skin demon that has never been seen before.

All the demons under the stage knelt down for a long time, waiting with bated breath for the appearance of a demon king who ruled the demon world. The moment the fog cleared, a touch of green clothes lingered in front of the two of them. The beauty's black hair is half curled and half curled, flowing down to her waist, and a ball of fiery red twin flowers gracefully rises upwards in a spiral shape on her bright and clean forehead. Meng lazily leaned on the beauty's bed, and with a wave of her hand, the bead curtain fell, and all the monsters in the audience bowed down, congratulating in unison:

"Wanfu, the demon emperor, martial virtues will last forever, bless my demon world forever!"

"Since Benshangshen is here, he will naturally take you out. Before this, Benshangshen had to do a private matter, and you should all listen to the leadership of the Painted Skin Demon."

There was a whisper at the bottom, for the past hundred years, they have been imprisoned here for hundreds of years, and they can't even remember the outside world, but the demon king has not forgotten them. This is something that makes them happy Well, how could the Cuiping faction let them go so easily?
Suddenly, a gloomy atmosphere swept through the hall again.

Liu Zimeng quickly swept across His Highness's crowd: "You are all citizens of my demon world, so what God said today is naturally achievable."

The voice is not loud, but the words are shocking.

She stood alone in the main hall where Hua Xiqing lived that day. There was once a sea of ​​blood stained through the half-walled demon tower, and the endless piles of broken limbs piled up out of the mountain. A trace of sadness flashed in Liu Zimeng's eyes, Scenes from a hundred years ago echoed in her heart one after another. This scene recorded her killing and reminded her of her ruthlessness and his cruelty all the time, but all of this was so real and terrifying, and the blood filled her heart. eyes, but all of this was not her intention, but she had to bear the crime of bloodthirsty, and mutilated the same people with her hands. She promised to save them out but it was also to wash away the sins committed that year. The baptism was not as bloody as what he witnessed that day. She looked up at a certain direction suspended in mid-air. It was Yelvxiuge who used his soul to sacrifice to Zhenyao in order to save her and Duobao. At the place where the tower finally disappeared, she stretched out her hand as if expecting to grab something, but all that was left was the cold air. With the current self, it would be a breeze to save Yelvxiuge's primordial spirit. Find Yelv Xiuge's primordial spirit and then foster her in a mortal's body for a good life, take care of her with his own blood, Yelv Xiuge will still come back and forth within a hundred years, thinking of Liu Zimeng's deep purple and cold eyes. There was a hint of warmth, but this warmth stayed on the painted skin monster's body and disappeared in an instant.

The man bowed respectfully to her. He was tall and tall, wearing a blue dress, his jet-black hair was tied up by a white jade crown, a paintbrush was inserted horizontally at his waist, and his handsome face was cultivated over the years. Calmly and indifferently: "Your Majesty, you are here to visit an old friend, right?"

Liu Zimeng didn't speak, but just looked at him indifferently. Although the person in front of him was not deep in cultivation, he was a rare smart person. With his penetrating eyes, he could see her purpose clearly in just a few moments. .

"Maybe your majesty doesn't remember the grass people. 100 years ago, your majesty met the grass people once, and the grass people witnessed the catastrophe with their own eyes that day."

His calm tone was as if the killing 100 years ago seemed insignificant to him.

Liu Zimeng looked up at him, without any joy or anger in her eyes: "You are here today—"

He drooped his eyelids, and whispered: "Your Majesty, I misunderstood what Cao Min meant."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the man with drooping eyelids in front of her: "Oh?"

"The grass people saw with their own eyes that an old friend of the king sacrificed this pagoda with his soul, so the grass people guessed that the king would definitely return to this place, so they privately ordered the place to be guarded very well, waiting for the king's arrival— —”

Liu Zimeng looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and slowly said: "You have done so much for God, what do you want?" I don't know such a simple truth, so why bother talking to such a smart person.

At this moment, the face of the painted-skinned man in front of him was cold, completely different from the gentle and elegant face he saw just now, his voice was as cold as a glacier in the empty valley, "I just ask the king to help me and kill someone."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Liu Zimeng's mouth. This was a competition, and it was fair to fight each other with weights in their hands. She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her: "Then who do you want me to kill for you?" ?”

The man didn't dodge her gaze at all, and met her gaze and said word by word: "Xuan, Qing."

Suddenly hearing this name, her fingertips were slightly stiff. When she regained her memory, she also vaguely thought of him, but it was only for a moment, because her heart hurt so much that she didn't dare to think about it. Unexpectedly, she couldn't avoid it. To avoid hearing that person's name again.

She thought about letting him die.

I thought about killing him myself.

"The grievances and grievances between you are originally not wanted by the gods to get involved, but now this person has spent all his life, and he is a useless fairy." She looked sideways at the man in front of her and said slowly, "the gods never kill A useless person, but God can give you a chance, and whether you can kill him depends on your own ability."

The man nodded and turned to leave. This is the condition she can give him, and it is also the only condition she can give him. In Liu Zimeng's dictionary, there is never room for bargaining. She knows it, and he understands it too.

Liu Zimeng looked at the back of the man leaving with cold eyes, a cluster of purple flames formed at her fingertips, the fierce flames enveloped everything around her in a hazy halo, and the purple flames continuously flowed out from her fingertips Flocking in all directions, gathering together in one place, a white ball of light appeared amidst the clusters of purple fireworks. Liu Zimeng listed Inga between his hands, and more intense purple light radiated from his fingertips. These purple lights are like a The strings of ribbons circled towards the white light. Liu Zimeng carefully perceived the white light with her breath, it was soft and gentle, and a seemingly absent fairy air slowly surrounded her consciousness. The corners of her eyes were sore, and her brain It was even more pale, and the one who met her breath at this time was the soul of Yelvxiuge.

Yeluxiuge was already a half-immortal body when she sacrificed the soul to the Zhenyao Pagoda. Although she will not disappear in a short time, she is so weak right now. If she comes at the latest, I'm afraid——, she Not daring to think about it, there were a few water stains on his cheeks, which formed a solid barrier of white light, and watched the white light in the purple air retreat again and again.

(End of this chapter)