Misty GL

Chapter 78

Emperor Sheng, the spiritual creature of the chaotic era..

Yao Zhenren once said this to Xuanxue, and also said angrily,

Emperor Sheng, useless, it was a rumor!

If Qinghua was gifted to Lingwan, he would never choose Emperor Sheng to be such a useless thing as rumored,

Unless, Lingwan asked him for it himself.

At this time, in the memory, the expression on Qinghua's face became clearly visible,

When he handed Disheng to the maid, the smugness and sarcasm on his lips,

It was all hidden in that fairy face.

Xuanxue's pupils constricted, and the voices of many people kept ringing in her mind,

Wan'er said, the two masters have always been friends with the four emperors,

She also said in the West Temple that those men were not in her eyes;

Yao Zhenren's vague voice, the elixir and spirit grass are all picked from Wanshen Mountain,

And whispers in the night, saying,

The God of Flowers is romantic and affectionate by nature, and he is ambiguous with many immortals.

Xuanxue's mouth overflowed with blood, and he staggered back a step,

The scent of Lingwan, phantom snowflakes, sorrel, and other scents,

That night her blue hair was flying, her clothes were disheveled, and her skin was red.

She said she couldn't lose herself.

She said that she knew herself a long time ago;

She said that it was enough for her to keep watch,

She said she would give anything.

Pfft, Xuanxue's throat was slightly sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

why why,

To put her in such a miserable situation?

How would she face Lingwan?

It's all her fault.

She should have died a long time ago, the day Lian Hui was born, she should have died,

Every day I live now is doomed! !

It's all damned! !

A ray of golden light shot out from Xuanxue's body...

Her hands drooped by her side, no business.

Lingwan looked shocked, and rushed forward, eyes wide open, "Xuanxue!".

Xuanxue's head was slightly raised, her hands were hanging in front of her body, slowly, as if being pulled by something,

Gradually floating in mid-air,

Another golden light shot out, two, three, four...

Countless golden lights emanated from her body, as if cutting that sacred and indestructible body into pieces.

Haze shrouded the sky of Wanshen Mountain, and the blood mist covered the bright moonlight.

The blood moon hangs high in the night sky, exuding a blood-like crimson light,

The beasts in Wanshen Mountain howled and wailed, the flowers withered, and everything in the Three Realms was in great sorrow.

The heaven and the earth mourn together, and some gods fall.

"Goddess Peak", Xuanxue's voice quickly dissipated, leaving only three words,

Golden lights criss-crossed and exploded from her body.

Lingwan was taken aback when she heard the sound, and immediately burst into tears, distraught,

She wanted to reach out her hand to grab Xuanxue's sleeve, but a little golden light and shadow appeared and disappeared.

The breath of the holy God fades away,

But another breath rises in terror,

At the same time, Zhenmoyuan's devilish energy suddenly rose, roaring endlessly!

After the dazzling golden light dissipated, a cloud of blood mist appeared,

The hideous and distorted eyes were revealed, with two blood-red eyes, and the devilish energy soared into the sky!

"Respect, respect, lord, you have become a demon." Wan'er was terrified, her legs were weak and she wanted to run out.

Stretched out a blood-red hand from the blood mist, five fingers turned into claws, pinched Wan'er's tender neck,

There was only a cracking sound from the bones, and the head was snapped alive.

The blood mist let out low whimpers, weeping and wild laughter...

Suddenly, he sprang out of Shenxu Palace and headed towards Zhenmoyuan!

Lingwan chased towards the blood mist, flew over the Shenxu Palace, and passed the Cangmu Forest,

The blood mist suddenly stopped, and slowly circled in place,

A little man in green clothes came out from the forest, holding a bouquet of snow-white flowers, shouting,

"I want to give it to my mother."

Lianhui rushed out of the forest, and saw the blood mist in front of her eyes, and the demonic energy was strong,

She was so frightened that she sat on the ground, her eyes were red, and she cried out of fear,

A white snake emerged from the side, hissing and spitting out snake letters.

"Lian'er", there was a weeping and strange cry in the blood mist,

The blood-red hand stretched out towards Lianhui.

Xian'a rushed out from behind, hugged Lianhui, covered her eyes, and coaxed,

"Don't look, Xiao Hui, don't look."

Lingwan pinched two fingers, and flowers all over the ground rose from the forest, forming a layer of light, enveloping the blood mist.

She glanced sideways at the white snake fleeing into the forest, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes,

Five fingers shrunk, hundreds of flowers fell, turning into countless sharp swords,

Cut the white snake into several sections, and the blood spattered.

Absolutely, can't, let anyone know.

Even if the hands are bloody, so what.

Xian'a tightly covered Lianhui's eyes, and held her in her arms, her face pale.

A young snake flitted across the grass, backed away,

Ling Wan curled up her fingers, but finally didn't make another move.

Lingwan clasped her hands together in front of her chest, closing the barrier, temporarily trapping the blood mist.

Lingwan's fingers brushed Lianhui's forehead, making her fall asleep.

Xian'a has never seen her mother show such a sad and determined expression,

With unusual dignity and solemnity.

Lingwan held Xian'a's shoulder with such strength that it seemed to crush the bones.

She looked solemn, "Xian, do you still remember what you promised your mother?"

Xian Ah nodded, and said with a calmness different from ordinary people,

"Xian'a wants to be the master of Shenshan, and always, always protect Xiaohui."

She tilted her head to look at the howling blood mist, her small hand was holding Lingwan's sleeve corner, her voice trembling slightly,

"Mother, is that Aunt Yue? Why does she have a demonic energy? Has she become a demon?".

Speaking of the last sentence, Xian'a's voice trembled like a bleak fallen leaf.

Lingwan tightly grasped Xian'a's hand, and said sternly, "Xiao Hui can't be given supernatural power, let alone become a god emperor!

You promised your mother that regardless of everything, you will become powerful as soon as possible and become the master of Shenxu Palace!

Never let the day when Xiao Hui and her confront each other happen! ".

Lingwan shot out her fingers and cut Xian'a's wrist, and blood flowed out.

Xian'a frowned, bit her lip in pain, and said nothing.

Lingwan's finger prints, an ancient spell emerges in the void,

The fresh blood flowing out of Xian'a's body is continuous,

Converging into a blossoming red lotus, the aura flickered and slowly fell on Lianhui's fair skin.

The scorching and painful Lianhui frowned, blood seeped into the skin, branding lotus imprints and floating on the skin.

Lingwan's forehead was sweating, obviously casting this forbidden spell took a lot of her divine power.

When Xian'a was trembling all over and her face was pale and bloodless, the forbidden spell was finally completed.

Xian'a fell to the ground slumped, her eyes turned black, half of the divine blood poured into Lianhui's body, her mind was in a trance.

"I will seal Lianhui's divine power with your divine sense and divine blood," Lingwan said,

Tears rolled down her eyes, and she choked with sobs, "Mother wants you to swear, never let Lianhui know the truth."

"Xian'a swears...never let Lian come back and know the truth," Xian'a said timidly.

Ling Wan grabbed her hand firmly, "If you break your oath, you will lose Lian Hui forever and ever!",

"Promise me!" Lingwan said a little madly, "I will never let her face that day!".

"I promise, if I reveal the truth, let me...forever, forever, far, forever, lose Lianhui",

Xian Ah cried, choked up and said,

"Okay, remember your oath, never forget it!" Lingwan turned around, looking at the cloud of magic mist with tender eyes.

"Mother", Xian Ah Hong rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand to pull Ling Wan's hand, but she broke free,

Ling Wan turned her head, her tear-weeping face suddenly showed a smile, "Bury us in the Goddess Peak."

Countless rays of light exploded from Lingwan's body, turning into peach blossoms flying in the sky.

Numerous petals gently wrapped around the blood mist, which actually made the manic blood mist quiet down.

The blood mist entwined with the peach blossoms pulled it towards Zhenmoyuan and quickly suppressed it under Zhenmoyuan.

Peach blossoms fell like rain, one after another, and sprinkled on the dark bottom of Zhenmoyuan.

A ray of light fell in front of the cliff, and soon a peach tree grew,

Tremblingly, a peach blossom bloomed,

The light inside flickered, and it stood quietly beside Zhenmoyuan.

She promised that she would guard her for the rest of her life.

Xian'a remembers that day, Luna, Flower God, Lianhui and she were on Shennv Peak, looking at the Tomb of the Gods opposite,

Lianhui nestled in her arms and fell asleep. She closed her eyes slightly and sat under the tree.

The golden crow sinks westward, dyeing the solemn Tomb of the Gods in the distance with golden light,

The voice of the goddess of flowers rang in her ears, and she said to the moon god in a low voice,

"If I die one day, can you promise me?",

Lingwan turned her head to look at her, her eyes were long and narrow, and the jet-black pupils were gilded with gold.

"Don't be buried in the Tomb of the Gods, but in the Goddess Peak."

The lingering sound is still there, fluttering, scattered on the Goddess Peak.

Xian'a under the tree opened her eyes,

Seeing Lingwan's scarlet robe dragging under the magnolia tree,

She squatted beside Xuanxue, her face was tender and tender,

Xuanxue, with black hair and white shirt, looked at her quietly,

In the pitch-black eyes, there was a light flickering.

Perhaps, on that day, she fell into a demon.