Toward early morning, the rain stopped.
The sky was filled with greenish-gray clouds, which flowed across the roof of the Palace of the Nine Sepulchres in a far-reaching manner. The strong wind filtered through the endless forest and field, and by the time it reached the Palace of the Nine Sepulchre, it had become incomparably pure and eerily cold, and the wind wandered around, replacing the rain that had originally surrounded the eaves of the house. There was also a hazy moon shadow outlined behind the sky, which traveled through the clouds, shedding bits of light and dust, but the darkness became heavier.
Ning long sleepless night, he lay on the couch, the woman breath like orchids in the neck of the dense, touching the skin temperature is very hot, unintentionally falling hair is itchy, dreamy warm and soft pressure in the elbow of the arm, seems to be within reach. Phoenix silk brocade coverlet cover to the cheeks, will have everything about the tenderness of the
The red dragon's blood snaked and flowed, congealing into crystals, and the dragon's corpse, symbolizing the snow disaster, was drowned by an avalanche of the same disaster, and by the time the sunlight shone on the snowy plains, the snow had completely stopped. One by one, the caravan roused their companions after the disaster, and they looked at the sunlight that lit up the sky with palpitations. The sunlight on the snowy plain had no temperature, but a part of their hearts belonging to the living was warmed up again, and those who still had the strength left climbed up with difficulty, their knees did not go into the snow, and they knelt down in the direction in which the red dress had left. Heaven and earth are quiet and meek. Shao Xiaoli walked alone on the snowy plains, snow elephants roared lowly in the distance, tigers and leopards with sharp teeth avoided her from afar, watching this blood-red color, a symbol of killing, go away. The
The inn was silent for a moment, the evening breeze pushed against the wooden door, grinding and bursting out a short sound, raw and cold to the innkeeper's ears, halfway through his words, he gave birth to a feeling like a fish in his throat, he had a slight vertigo, and his vision shook fiercely. Ning long turned around and gently consoled Simian, the woman's expression remained unchanged, but the atmosphere in the store eased a bit. The shopkeeper came back to his senses, thinking only that his old eyes were blinking, and he settled down, sank his wrinkled eyelids, and watched them, waiting for the result. He had opened a store here for many years now, and had seen all kinds of people, he didn't know how to cultivate, and didn't have the aptitude to read minds, but he could hear at once that the relationship between this pair of men and women wasn't ordinary, and was by no means, as they said, the same people they met by chance on the road. This pa
Dark green moss covered the stones that surrounded the pond, and the Spirit Turtle's pale voice shook up a circle of ripples that swayed all the way to the edge of Ning's feet long ago and Siwei's. "A sea-setting spirit?" Ning was long confused and asked, "What kind of spirit?" Zhenhai Spirit Turtle lying on the drift, a beam of light fell on its back, the dense entangled lines on the turtle shell is like an ancient fossil, the pale skin scales between its neck became creased with the movement of his head lifting, both sides of the conical head, the pair of cloudy pupils in the transient membrane of the scrubbing gradually became clear. The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle looked at them, and his gaze landed on Si Man, saying, "You are very powerful." Simian nodded proudly, "Well, your breath isn't exactly weak." The Zhenhai Spirit Turtle glanced at Ning for a long time and said, "This youngster should be your slave, right?" Szell was silent for
High mountains towering, the river running, the sword rainbow like a meteor through the sky, breaking through the layers of clouds, over the mountains and rivers, traveling for tens of thousands of miles in a day. The scenery under it also changes, from pine forests and cypresses to pale mountains and snow, the four seasons in the eyes of the microcosm, the terroir of each place with its evolution of ten thousand years of the appearance of the treacherous bizarre to show its beauty. Simin clearly stood with his sword high in the sky, but it was the first time he had ever viewed the earthly landscape so closely. "In the past when I was in the Divine Kingdom, the earthly world was nothing more than a scroll of mountains and seas in my eyes, nearly flat, and the sights and secrets within it were also plain to see." Si Ming stood on the tip of his sword, his divine robe like a black flame against the wind. She spoke softly as she looked down at the arching, reced
Siwei looked at the back, only to see the white clothes and green silk embedded in the moon, sitting cross-legged, the moonlight under the skirt gently spread out, I do not know whether it is the sky or the water. She seemed so far away and so close. Sifu silently watched the disembodied back. "A heart demon?" Szell whispered to himself. She realized she was in a dream. She hadn't had a dream like this in a long time. Because it was a dream, she could clearly see what she looked like at the moment. Her side hung the ancient sword that was pitch-black, and her body was also changed into a half-exposed shoulder, based on the star as the blueprint, outlining the golden pattern of the god's robes, under the god's robes, the slender and complicated silver tattoos on her skin penetrated, drawing lines neatly, blending with the robes that were tailored by the long night, which was the unique tattoos that were inherent in the Divine Ma
Towering black walls stood behind them, blocking out large swaths of light, the ancient demonic beasts climbing the walls becoming silhouettes. The rolling houses were constructed in varying shades of black, and the structure of the roofs carried the bone-like sharpness of the beasts, and at a glance it looked like a cliff full of black barbs. Ning stood in the shadow of the eaves for a long time, and the blind dog demon was pointing its way along the street. "Our ten thousand demon city, not much else, is the temple more, big and small also have dozens of seats, if you want to go to the biggest one" Blind Dog Demon pondered bitterly. Seeing the slowness of his words, Ning longingly asked, "What's wrong?" The Blind Dog Demon sighed and said, "The biggest one, should be the Southern Demon Palace, it's just that that temple has recently closed down and doesn't bear incense, it's not a good time for Gongzi to come." Ning Changjiu pondered slightl
Simin stared calmly at the mirror in front of her, her face reflected in the smooth mirror, the woman's long slender knuckles clasped on the wooden comb, the watery robe slipped down from between her arms and piled up in the crook of her elbow, revealing her snowy tender and slender arms, she pulled her hair back with one hand, and slid the comb through her hair with the other, like a flatboat dripping across a river of white silver. Ning looked at her silently for a long time, noticing that her hair was slightly damp. A goddess like Simian was immaculate, both in terms of her skin and her clothing, but she would still bathe from time to time, cleansing her body with pure, clear water. Ning stared at the fruit bowl for a long time, and after a moment, his gaze quietly swept around, looking for any traces of fruit peels, but Simian had obviously gotten up early and cleaned everything around him. Szell noticed that Ning had long since woken up, but she regarded
How do I dream like this? Zhao Xiang'er opened her eyes, she slightly raised her left hand, lifted a strand of hair from her right dimple, lightly pinched and lifted it over her lips, her thin and curved lips slightly opened, pursed the hair between her lips, she slowly supported her body by holding the sword of the red umbrella, the wind blades blowing ahead of her pressed her skirts, her icy cheeks flushed with a sickly white color, her complexion was as cold as Xuanfeng. Earlier, she had dreamed that she had come to come to a Taoist temple, with the buildings behind her undulating darkly along with the mountains, and before her was a moonlit landscape, with a wheel of ice shadowed as if it were a perfect circle, hanging in the sky, close at hand. She followed her mind out of the view. She had a vague feeling that she was followed by someone behind her, but after all, she didn't look back. She looked at the moon and drew her sword, her subco