Chapter Thirty Three Thousand Lotus Yuan Always Bows Her Head
In legends that have been circulating in southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, the devil is the fallen god who ends the mortal world.
With red eyes and snowy hair, his left hand is engraved with the curse of life, and his right hand is marked with the doom of death. Together they control the joys and sorrows of mortals, and the evil obstacles are buried deep in the abyss of fate.
If you are swallowed by the devil, your whole body will be covered in a sea of blood.
Mo Heng's sword was bladeless, but in the hands of Wei Moyan, it was better than any magical weapon in the world. His proficiency in moves was far beyond what Xia Qingluan or Jiuhe could match. No matter how hard Shahua Luohua tried his best, he was still unable to stop his attack.
The sword was shining brightly, shocking every moment. Each time, the sword blade rushed straight towards the skull held in Mingsha's arms. The twin girl Aya, who had given up her own defense, kept flying, and the blue and blue figures were flying at the seriously injured Vulcan Cult.
They resisted each other in front of the leader, and in less than a moment he was already scarred, more serious than the person he tried his best to protect.
The sword light was getting closer and closer, and occasionally a few scars were scratched on his body by the sharp sword energy, but Mingsha calmed down instead, standing against the wall with his head bowed, his skull close to his chest, and he kept changing with the handprints made with one hand.
, like a murmuring mantra flowing out of the mouth, and the dense skull gradually changes color in response to the mantra, becoming darker and darker.
The low and steady voice echoed in the empty space of the temple, deep and pure.
What the Vulcan Cult is most proud of is the legendary incantation inherited from the gods.
The battle with the Lijiao made Wei Moyan quite wary of these evil arts. When he saw that Mingsha, whom Shahua Luohua was desperately protecting, seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, he couldn't help but tighten his eyes, and the remaining sword in his hand suddenly accelerated by three points, reaching the limit.
Poyue Pavilion had a previous fight and as Xianggong Gusu said, he had been more careful about the leader of the Vulcan Cult from the very beginning. In the past, Zhongzhou Wulin used all the efforts of all the major sects to suppress the cult from southern Xinjiang, and that
The First World War not only lasted for a long time, but also severely damaged the vitality of Zhongzhou Jianghu within a hundred years, which fully shows its strength.
As for Ming Sha, he proclaimed himself the new leader after killing all the ten witches and the three guardians. His strength alone can match hundreds of masters in Zhongzhou, how can he not guard against it?
Both are prodigies in the world, both are dragons among men, and they are also walking the same path of Shura.
Once again, the blade of the sword was slightly deflected. It was not that Wei Moyan missed, but that he gave up attacking Mingsha instantly and turned to the unsuspecting girl in blue. There was a muffled sound that penetrated the bones, and the broken sword that escaped from the hand sank into the girl's chest and then penetrated out, blood gleaming.
splashing around.
There is no need to care who dies, he only wants Xia Qingluan.
The twins were connected, and the twin sisters started to cry out loud the moment they were penetrated. They only took pleasure in killing people. They never thought that one day they would be separated from the one they loved. Luo Hua screamed heartbreakingly.
For many years, they lived in a dark corner like lotuses and were denounced as monsters, until a girl with a warm smile appeared in front of them and stretched out her hand to lead them into the sunshine.
How long has passed since then? From the time we met the leader, from the time Sister Ali turned into a demon, from the time they were waiting outside this lonely building with the snow-haired man waiting silently...
I thought I could live forever facing each other like this, but my eyes were blank, with only the blood-red splattering and the broken blue.
The severe pain in her heart caused the girl in the green shirt to lose all consciousness. After a scream, she could no longer scream. She fell to the cold marble ground along with the blue figure that landed gracefully. Her strength gradually disappeared and her whole body was chilled.
"Shahua...Shahua..." The hoarse voice rolled in his throat. Luo Hua used all his strength to crawl towards his sister who had lost her blood, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not reach the one stretched out towards her.
Hands, so pale, must be extremely cold.
Twins are born together, and their hearts and souls are connected. If one of them dies, he cannot live alone.
"Luo Hua..." With her last innocent and quiet smile, the girl in blue put down her hand, and her blood-stained palm print carved a bright red flower on the long blue silk, "Luo Hua, we must protect... the leader and Ali.
Sister..."
When her eyes touched the other hand that was tremblingly touching the broken blade of Mo Heng's sword on the ground, panic spread in the eyes of the girl in green clothes. She knew what her sister was going to do. She knew that Shahua was really going to die.
As the two figures fell, and when Wei Moyan was momentarily distracted by the tragic and piercing sound, the low spell suddenly stopped.
Different from the previous blazing flames that suddenly burst out in front of him, a corner of the black clothes turned into ashes as soon as he got close to him. The cold-blooded man with a violent aura immediately stepped back, his eyebrows solemn. It seemed that the spell cast by Mingsha was
Already done.
The firelight illuminated the dark temple, like a red lotus fire, and the eyes were full of red and orange.
Senran's skull turned completely black, and the hand holding it was still skinny and lifeless, but the aura exuded by that person was already very different from before. The temple no longer used the blue flames on the altar as the light source, and the light was more dazzling.
The brightness comes from the leader of the Vulcan Sect who was seriously injured a moment ago. But at this moment, from his appearance to his expression to his power, Mingsha seems to be a different person, strange and full of majesty.
The snowy hair is still the same, and the drops of blood turn into flames. From the fingertips to the shoulders, the lingering firelight floats in the sky, jumping as if alive.
The drooped head slowly lifted up, his eyes intertwined, and Wei Moyan secretly took in a cold breath.
Those pupils turned into the color of red flames!
"Outside the world of dust and calamity, there are still flowers and flowers. Let her sleep, Luo Hua."
The calm and solemn voice seemed to be a low sigh from the divine world, which eliminated the chaotic thoughts of the green-robed girl, leaving her in tears.
The angry girl in blue nodded gently with a grateful expression. In her hand, the sharp blade fragment pointed at her heart and stabbed it without hesitation. The twins who were sobbing beside her exhausted their strength and saw the blood flowing out of them.
You can't escape or hide yourself.
It seems that something suddenly broke, and the soul can no longer find its only destination.
Lotus and lotus have the same destiny, their lives are connected together, and they can no longer be separated from the day they were saved by the leader.
Unless, cut it off with your own hands.
That is the simplest way to change one's fate against the will of heaven. It uses blood to break the Vulcan Cult's life-changing technique, and forcibly cuts off the fate of the same person. One person dies in exchange for another's life, without being a burden anymore.
"I want to see...Sister Ali..." He coughed out blood foam, his fair cheeks were filled with pain, but he still managed to maintain a smile, and gently raised his hand to sweep across the tearful eyes of the girl in green clothes.
Suddenly, the weak voice turned into a scream, roaring through the ears of the man standing coldly outside the firelight.
"Luo Hua! Luo Hua! Protect sister Ali! You can't die..."
After being told to do her best, Canglan Suyan finally returned to the thirty-third level of separation and hatred.
Sighing in pity, the man on fire extinguished the flames with his fingertips and tried to caress his unblinking, clean eyes. Suddenly, he was pushed away, and it turned out to be Luo Hua, who was acting numbly. And an even more shocking scene immediately appeared in front of him, a cruel scene.
, miserable - through the long blue silk, Luo Hua actually gouged out one of his sister's eyes!
The voice was sharp and hoarse with the sorrow and pain of loss, which made the eyes of Mingsha, who had caused all the disputes, darken.
"I must... I must be able to see Sister Ali wake up and see it with her own eyes!"
No matter who you are, there will be another side that is unknown to everyone, just like the two girls who were born in twins. They seemed to be ignorant and naive for a long time, but in their hearts, they had already made up their minds for whom they would live and die for in this life, just because
Apart from each other, those two were the only ones who gave them the meaning of living.
Across the curtain of fire, the master of Poyue Pavilion looked at everything indifferently, without any emotion.