Yi Mengzhu, Nuwa repairing the sky is one of the twelve spiritual beads, and the snow spirit bead is also one of the twelve spiritual beads. The effect of the snow spirit bead is to fly heavily, and Yi Mengzhu is to easily enter others.
Dreams and destruction weave other people's dreams, but they are only tried on certain occasions, such as the Anti-Tian Mountains.
The Yi Mengzhu only exists in the Nitian Mountains, and I don’t know how Yun Qingcheng found it.
Mo Zhuyue stared at him and said coldly: "Where is Cang? Where is he now?"
Yun Qingcheng stared at Mo Zhuyue, and what was in his eyes and what he wanted to say seemed to be verbally and silenced.
"Yue'er, what if everyone in the world, if everyone is not allowed to be with Long Canghao?"
Mo Zhuyue looked at him and smiled wildly. The smile on the corner of her mouth bloomed silently like a bloodthirsty mandala. The tranquility contained a kind of treacherous cruelty: "No one can stop all this. No one can stop me
If anyone is with him, if you stop him, he will never tolerate him when he meets Buddha or when he meets God."
Yun Qingcheng hurriedly said, "But your behavior against the will of heaven will definitely be punished by God."
"God's punishment?" Mo Zhuyue looked at this special sky: "The principles and ethics of heaven are determined by the human heart, not by God. I want to be with Cang, and it is my final decision, not by God!
Destiny is only controlled by my palms, not controlled by heaven, nor is it accused by people. My destiny is controlled by me, not by heaven."
Yun Qingcheng stared at Mo Zhuyue in a daze. There seemed to be stars in his amber eyes, and then it shattered into pieces. He seemed to hear his heart turned into a piece of glass, and then, so fragile shattered into pieces,
Those fragments stinged his heart from time to time.
Suddenly, Yun Qingcheng threw the Yi Mengzhu in his hand and threw it to Mo Zhuyue. Mo Zhuyue reached out to catch it. When he didn't understand Yun Qingcheng's meaning, his figure had disappeared in front of her, so simply
, without any nostalgia.
"Yue'er, don't forget that you still owe me a favor. One day, I will come back with you."
Mo Zhuyue saw Yun Qingcheng's figure disappear, and looked at Yi Mengzhu in her hand and turned around neatly. Although she didn't know why Yun Qingcheng gave her Yi Mengzhu, she really needed it now.
Integrate your thoughts into Yi Mengzhu and let Yi Mengzhu take her to Long Canghao's place.
The situation in front of me changed a venue. It was an empty square, a vast square that Mo Zhuyue had never seen before. There were many settings on the square that she had never seen before. The huge square was in the air, and the square was
Next is a luxurious palace with a large square, but there are corpses everywhere.
Which kind of service they serve is a strange service that Mo Zhuyue had never seen before. There were at least tens of thousands of corpses piled up in the entire square. They became what they are now after tragic killing each other.
Cold, ruthless!
This seems to be a palace-style massacre!
Massacre for power!
Mo Zhuyue found Long Canghao curled in the black space in the crowd at a glance. Mo Zhuyue's eyes lit up and she ran over excitedly, but the black wall blocked her progress.
No matter how hard she tried, she wanted to move forward, there was an invisible wall between her and Long Canghao blocking them.