At that moment, while talking to Siming Xingjun, the Peach Blossom Fairy had already flown into the Jade Palace together with all the immortals.

The situation in front of her was worse than she imagined. It was dark and murderous, and the entire palace was filled with fighting.

Because many immortal families have been pampered and pampered for many years, their immortal skills have already deteriorated a lot. Compared with the people of the demon world who are prone to fighting, they are actually defeated.

The Peach Blossom Fairy drew out her sword, and while cutting through the blood, she quickly headed towards the center of the Jade Palace.

Vaguely, a dark figure flashed through her eyes, and she suddenly looked back.

The silver hair glowed with a cold light, the black python robe was swaying in the wind, like ferocious minions dancing crazily, and the familiar face remained unchanged, but was cold to the bone.

For a moment, the Peach Blossom Fairy seemed to be struck by thunder and froze in place motionless.

Between heaven and earth, everything in her sight became gray. There was nothing left in her eyes, only the black figure killing without restraint.

Who is he? Who is he?

Fairy Peach Blossom kept asking herself, but she already knew in her heart that he was the Demon Lord, the one who kills without blinking an eye and is bloodthirsty in the Demon World.

Then he approaches her, then he falls in love with her, is all this...

"Peach Blossom Fairy, what are you doing?" Siming Xingjun suddenly shouted in his ear.

Peach Blossom Fairy suddenly came to her senses, but she could no longer avoid the oncoming black sword. Just as she was retreating in a hurry, a white figure flashed in front of her eyes.

It was the god called Feiwo, who suddenly stood in front of her and took a stab for her.

Blue blood gushed out. She looked at him a little helplessly and said slowly: "Thank you~"

Then, before Fei I could make any reaction, her figure flashed and she was already approaching another figure with her long sword in hand.

Just like when they were sparring, her sword drew a beautiful arc in mid-air, but this time her fingers were clenched extremely tightly, and her figure kept trembling.

In her ears, there seemed to be the shouts of Si Mingxingjun and the exclamations of other people, but she could not hear anything.

"You are the Demon Lord, you are actually the Demon Lord!" The words came out of Peach Blossom Fairy's throat unconsciously, like words in her sleep.

He turned around and saw her stunning face in his eyes.

The sword in his hand was raised horizontally, and the sharp tip was pointed at his throat. The gentleness in his eyes had turned into an unprecedented coldness, "Are you the Demon Lord?"

"Yes, I am the Demon Lord." He replied calmly, even his eyes were indifferent.

She laughed, wantonly and exaggeratedly, "Haha, you have been lying to me from the beginning to the end. That's why you said that loving someone has nothing to do with their status. I actually... naively believed it."

"No, I never lied to you." He took a step forward and put the tip of the sword against his throat. "Will you do it?"

His tone was always so cold and arrogant, as if he saw through her and didn't dare to take action, staring at the tears in her eyes so wildly.

However, he was right, Peach Blossom Fairy would not take action, it was not that she did not dare, she just couldn't bear it.

A person whom you love deeply, a person who is engraved in your heart, will not allow the other person to be harmed even if your body is shattered in the end.

When the tip of the sword pierced her throat little by little, Fairy Peach Blossom saw a drop of black blood slipping down the blade of the sword and dripping down with a sound. At that moment, her heart was broken.

The world became unusually quiet, and she saw the eager eyes of the immortals looking at her. There was hope, ridicule, and heartache in them.

She gritted her teeth and wanted to stab the sword in.

Because it was her fault that brought disaster to Heaven, so all this must be ended by her, otherwise she will live in endless sins throughout her life.

However, those eyes were a faint blue, as if they were the first time they met, the deep eyes were like a bottomless abyss, sinking her heart little by little.

Yes, she hates him, but she loves him even more.

Even though the vows he gave her and the beautiful memories he gave her were nothing but a mirror, she still loved him deeply.

At that moment, she didn't know how to retract her sword. She heard sighs and scoldings in her ears, but she slowly put on a smile.

"Since falling in love with you is destined to be a sin, then this time I will atone for my sin. Is this eternal darkness enough?"

She said this with a smile, then turned around, her slender figure turned into a piece of scattered petals, and jumped off the Zhuxian Platform.

He chased after her, but that warm jade hand brushed past his fingertips. She turned back with a smile on her face, "If it had never happened before, I might still have fallen in love with you."

At that moment, he stared blankly at the pink figure swallowed up by the Zhuxian Platform, then looked up to the sky and roared, jumped up, and followed him away.

From now on, there would be no him without her.

…

In the empty space, the white lotus drags a pink figure, and the thin gauze dress slowly sways in the endless space.

The still time and space are as quiet as nothingness.

On the stunning face, the long and thick eyelashes formed mottled silhouettes under the eyelids. Suddenly, a teardrop slipped from the lightly closed eyes.

Slowly, those eyes seemed to be hesitating and lingering, but they finally opened their eyes. There was endless sadness in the water-filled eyes.

Murong Qianqian stared blankly into the chaotic space, her thoughts still stuck in that sad dream, and her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand.

It turns out that everything is a matter of past life love.

At this moment, she was a little confused whether she was Peach Blossom Fairy or Murong Qianqian. They were the same person, but she wanted to distinguish them clearly.

All the things in the past life, all the things in this life, originally fragmented, have been ground into ashes at this moment, and even the pain does not know how to hurt.

Murong Qianqian thought that the Demon Lord jumped off the Immortal Execution Platform with her at the last moment. He must have regretted coming to look for her, but why did they still push each other to a dead end in this life?

Now that you have become Xuanyuan Yao, why do you need to transform back into the Demon Lord? Now that you have chosen to let go of everything, why do you need to bloodbath Yunyao Mountain?

Does love really have to be so tortured?

At this moment, Murong Qianqian had figured everything out, and the misunderstandings she had had were solved. She knew that he loved her as much as she loved him.

However, what's the use of love now? Their identities have returned to the past hostility. When he chose to become the Demon Lord and lead the demon world, he had already given up love on his own initiative.
Chapter completed!