Once upon a time, Xia Qingluan believed that darkness was the safest place because no one could see her and no one would notice her.
Until one cold rain after another in Zhuge planted a monster in her heart, she took part in dangerous adventures for an unreachable figure, and fell into a terrible nightmare that was so long that she almost forgot what reality was.
There was never light in those dreams, but only boundless darkness and ferocity. What was howling was not the wind but howling ghosts. What was brushed against was not people but rotten limbs and bones. It was so cold and miserable, so miserable and terrifying, almost
Each time, her remaining mind will be destroyed and she will be dragged into the Abi Hell where there is no reincarnation and no rebirth.
At that time, she wanted to grab the only hand that reached out to her, but she always saw him turn away at the moment when his fingertips were about to touch. It seemed like so many times, how many times he raised his eyes coldly and pointed the edge of his sword.
Aim at her chest.
"You can't go back alive, but at least you still have the opportunity to choose how to die." The calm voice suddenly stopped and concentrated not far in front, "You are very similar to an old friend I know. I don't want to see it.
Just like her, you became a demon because of killing and fell into a deep fall due to killing. If you can give up the purpose of coming here, I can ensure that you die peacefully without any pain."
Another bell rang, and from the entrance of the temple behind me, two long rows of white candles were lit one after another, extending straight forward, and the figure as quiet as a dead tree suddenly appeared in front of the eyes in the last light.
Is this the leader of the Vulcan Cult? His eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and a hint of surprise flashes through his eyes. The transition from darkness to light brings a little discomfort, but it is better to focus on the slender figure covered by the broad robe.
Listening to every word spoken by the people in the palace, they were all transcendental beings who had achieved great enlightenment. She originally thought that the leader of the Vulcan Sect hidden behind the scenes would be a middle-aged man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. Who would have expected that he would be so young.
"Behind me is the altar. If you can get through, I don't care whether you refine the stone to make a sword or draw water from the sky to extinguish it. But if you can't get through..." The man hidden under the large robe raised his head, with a hidden look in his eyes.
He said with an unbearable look, "You will become a sacrifice dedicated to the holy fire and be sealed forever."
"Now that I'm here, I have no intention of going back alive." He responded indifferently to what the other party said. The strange blood strings on his wrists were silently scattered on the ground, waiting for the final battle to come at any time.
Since he was the leader, as long as he was killed, no one would stop him. As for whether he had this ability, Xia Qingluan didn't think about it at all.
She has come to this point. If she advances, she will die, and if she retreats, she will die. Why not give her last effort? Even if she is defeated by his men, it is still her best effort. At least in the end, she still has the pride of never bowing to anyone.
With dignity, Yu Wei Moyan lived up to his promise.
The low sigh that seemed to represent the melody of the entire life fell into her ears again. Xia Qingluan was a little confused. Why was he always sighing and always urging her to leave? She had killed countless members of the Vulcan Sect.
As the leader of the cult, he should be eager to smash her into ashes and throw her into eternal damnation. Why did he help her to persuade her, and even gave her several options for survival? Could it be related to the old friend he mentioned?
Too many questions lingered in her mind, but she didn't have time to think about these things in detail. The altar was right in front of her. All she had to do was break the high wall made of pure black obsidian behind him. Mo Heng's sword could still be renewed.
He can also protect Wei Moyan for her.
The indifference, coldness, and stubbornness that did not allow anyone to interfere were so familiar. The leader of the Vulcan Cult waved his hand, and the twin girls who followed him respectfully withdrew. Only the two silent people were left in the temple.
Taking the opportunity to scan the surroundings, Xia Qingluan did not find anyone else. The huge sect was only guarded by the leader. This was completely inconsistent with the rumors of the ten priests and three guardians of the Vulcan Sect, but for her,
Words are a good thing, as one less enemy means more chance of victory.
"Can I get the Holy Fire if I pass this level?" The woman in red, with sharp eyebrows and blood bathed in her body, was covered in elegance, completely covering herself in the blood.
"You don't have this chance." Slowly unbuttoning his robe, the leader of the Vulcan Sect was finally exposed to the light.
She is not a world-famous figure, but her eyes are clear and her lips are smiling, and her young face is full of the calmness of having gone through a bloody storm. She is dressed in snowy clothes and has a slender figure. There is a faint cold air in the palm of her hand, a white skull, ferocious and terrifying.
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What surprised Xia Qingluan the most was the head of untied white hair.
From top to bottom, the whole body is white and dust-free.
With a tap of his slender fingertips, a few sparks of fire suddenly jumped up and down, drifting towards the sullen woman.
Controlling flames seemed to be his ability. If that was the case, there would be no shortage of possibilities for victory. Xia Qingluan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few ounces of strength. The red passion entwined on the ground jumped up again, dancing with a charm that was even better than the sparks.
awn.
There were more and more fires all around, and the long red strings danced denser and denser. I don't know how many sparks were chopped off and smashed, and there were also smoky black and bald marks on the thin strings.
The silent battle is more thrilling than the bursts of battlefield cries. Occasionally, when the defense is not enough, a few strands of ebony green silk have turned into charred ash and scattered in the air, but those strange and agile flames are not blocked by the resentment that fills the strings, and as the strings are full of resentment,
Xia Qingluan's remaining physical strength gradually depleted, and she jumped faster and faster.
At the end of her strength, her body was nearly destroyed. She couldn't hold on for long. Both her internal strength and her mind were on the verge of emptiness unknowingly.
Before being completely defeated, Xia Qingluan planned to make another bet - no matter how unfathomable his inner strength was, if he only knew how to control flames to attack, he would still be just an ordinary person. If he succeeded in one attack, he would not need to continue, and life would be at his fingertips.
Gathering the last strength, he exploded violently. The red figure was as fast as a ghost. The roar of the wind made the thin strings whine and moan, as if a hundred ghosts walking in the night kept whispering. The fatal blow was directed towards the leader of the Vulcan Sect, and the flames behind him seemed to
As the stagnation suddenly dimmed in the blink of an eye, Xia Qingluan seized the opportunity and without hesitation, went straight to Xue Yi's heart.
The huge number of flames burst instantly, and dripping blood fell on the black marble floor. All the crying and wind roars stopped, and only the thick blood came from the two intersecting figures.
The color of the pale and beautiful face faded away, and the hand that hung down weakly let go of the long red string that Zhan Ze kept by his side. There was no murderous aura, and he just lay quietly on the ground.
He is the leader of the Vulcan Cult. He has gone through a terrible past that even the dragons and phoenixes among men have never heard of before reaching his current status. Killing her would only be enough to cover his hand.
Even though he didn't want to do it.
"A moth flies into the flame, seeking death. Why are you doing this?" His long eyes were slightly closed, and there was deep sadness in his calm tone. He didn't know who it was for.
The man in snow clothes left in front of her. Xia Qingluan lowered her head. The three bone-deep wounds on her sloping shoulders were bleeding profusely. However, she didn't even see clearly how the other man took action. She was defeated in such a calm manner.
His subordinates.
And she smiled quietly and sadly again.
The last gift cannot be sent with love. Thirteen years of flowers have blossomed and fallen, waiting for someone to break the branches. Two years of life and death together have caused the world of mortals, laughing and singing, tears breaking the heart, but fate has already engraved the ending on the nine heavens. It does not belong to her.
It will always be lost, like the fleeting years, like the world she never enjoyed with ease.
Who can dance with three thousand strings for a lifetime, but in the end they will lose everything day and night, leaving only the white bones.