Suddenly, on the moat, the red lotus waiting to be released suddenly bloomed under the fire. The charming petals were red like weeping blood, flowing with a charming blood.
The coldness comes, the fusion of ice and fire, and the fire sways.
The black robe slashed by, and the white tidbits raised. She couldn't see her appearance clearly, but she could feel the cold and cold atmosphere.
Qingjun and Ye Chen followed, and seeing this vast sea of fire, they were inevitably shocked and were always one step late.
"Master..." Wu Xin looked at her from afar, trembling slightly, and did not dare to take a step forward.
I can't tell the expression on her face, and I can't figure out her emotions.
The world is lost in color, the wind is broken, the leaves are broken, and the leaves are dark.
The peach blossoms on the branches fade, the sky is full of highlights, and the youth is the most prosperous, indicating the withering, decay and death after the prosperity.
Jing Ao and others looked back and couldn't help but feel suffocated. At this moment, Qiongying was indescribable, without a trace of emotion, but was more terrifying than she could ever have.
"Qiongying..." Jiuge called out softly. After more than two months, he was not happy to see her again. At this moment, he didn't even want to see her and dared not face her.
The shadow of the sky seemed to have not heard it, step by step onto the bridge of the moat, and the flames reflected into the deep pupils, like rubies, cold and cold.
She broke the appointment.
The buried memories suddenly awaken, countless pictures intertwined, Listening to Jun’s smile, the melancholy eyes of the father, and Fei Li’s appearance of chasing the flute...
The scenes of the past finally freeze into the disappearing scene. Lingjun died in her arms. The tomb of the father, the sea of fire in front of her, made her feel cold all over her body and unable to breathe.
The red lotus on the river blooms in full bloom, strong and sad, enchanting and sad.
"Qiongying..." Jiuge walked forward to stop her, trying to say something, but after seeing her eyes, she couldn't say a word.
"Who are you?" Qiongying's eyes moved slightly, with a moment of confusion, without any tone.
Jiuge was so sad that she felt extremely heartbroken. How could she forget him?
"Helian Jiuge?" Qiongying's eyes lit up, his body full of resentment, and the surroundings were covered with frost, and the ice tilted horizontally.
"Qiongying, let's go back." Jiuge comforted her softly, with a vague premonition in her heart. She is very bad now.
"Get out of the way." The dan lips opened lightly, without a trace of temperature.
"Don't go! Feng Feili is dead, what are you going to do?" Jiuge was slightly angry. Does she want to commit suicide? Don't think about it!
"Die? He will not die, his flute sound is still there." Qiongying looked at the fire, and he often played nocturnes in the mountains, familiar with the sound.
"That is the forbidden technique of the Feng clan, the confusing demon sound. All you hear is an illusion. Feng Feili is dead and has disappeared forever!" Jiuge said word by word, Feng Feili is dead
, but got her heart. This is the real reason why he didn't want Feng Feili to die!
"Don't let me hear it again." Qiongying's pupils suddenly shook, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Countless icicles were ready to go, and her hands pinched Jiuge's shoulders, and her fingertips pierced his flesh and blood, almost freezing his blood.
Qiongying's figure moved slightly, pushed Jiuge away several feet away, and walked onto the bridge alone.
Lotus grew step by step, and the red lotus-shaped flame bloomed under her feet, and the quilt reflected red, fluttering with the flames.
Jing Ao and others were extremely shocked and looked at their backs that were walking into the fire incredibly.
"Master..." Wu Xin's face was bloodless and immediately chased after him.
"Sister!" Qingjun shouted reluctantly.
"Don't go." Ye Chen suddenly stopped the two of them, his silent eyes, unable to see what reason he was not allowing them to go.
"Master, she..." Wu Xin was shocked and had no master.
"Don't go." Ye Chen repeated expressionlessly.
"Why? She will die..." Qingjun calmed down and looked at Ye Chen coldly with her eyes full of exploration. Ye Chen seemed to know that she had too many secrets.
"No!" Ye Chen's expression changed slightly, his tone sank, and he interrupted Qingjun's words coldly.
Her most profound illusion is not the ice control technique, but the fire control technique without temperature.