Dark thorns are entangled under the soil, intricately intertwined, and thick branches rise from the ground, tens of thousands of feet high, reaching into the sky, covering an abyss.
Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, spooks and demons, and the gloomy air of death permeates every corner. This is a corner where sunlight cannot reach.
The purple-black smoke is filled with fragrance, and the ink-colored branches intertwine to form a throne.
The girl was lying peacefully on the throne in a gauze skirt with a very long hem that covered the ground with flowers. Her face was covered with a mandala mask, and the thick eyelashes covering her eyelids trembled slightly.
She suddenly opened her eyes, which were extremely dark and turned purple, sinister and dull.
The girl's red lips trembled slightly and her voice was calm.
Jingjing can protect her sister——
It was night, the cool breeze was blowing, and Bi Xishuang stayed alone in the huge room, tossing and turning, her mind filled with Li Fugui.
She didn't know what she liked, she was just stubborn and crazy. But now, her empty heart is very full.
turn out to be--
Once you meet the right person, everyone else is just a fart waiting to be released.
Suddenly, a gust of cool wind came, and spiritual energy fluctuations appeared.
Bi Xi frowned, sensing the human aura, she put on her robe and walked out, and saw a figure running away in a hurry.
Bi Xishuang took out a long whip from the space bag and swung it out. The long whip made a loud bang in the air, and the tail of the whip wrapped around the ankle of the fleeing man. Bi Xi exerted a slight force on his wrists, and the man
Then she dragged him from the ground.
Bi Xi looked over with cold eyes, it was Lu Yaoyao.
The clothes on Lu Yaoyao's back were torn on the ground, and even blood spilled out.
Bi Xishuang raised her eyes and looked forward. The screen of the beauty in the courtyard had been destroyed with spiritual energy. The face of the beauty in the screen was plastered with pig blood, and "death" was written on the side with a wolf brush.
Character.
There is an ancient curse that smearing pig blood and ink on a person's portrait can kill that person.
Bixi's eyes flashed coldly, "Why...don't you even spare the dead?"
Can the human heart really be so cruel and extreme?
Bi Xi tightened her grip on the whip and pulled it out. Under Lu Yaoyao's horrified gaze, she hit Lu Yaoyao with a fierce whip.
The skin opens and the flesh bursts.
Flesh and blood, blurry.
A deep ravine suddenly appeared on Lu Yaoyao's back, and the ravine was filled with blood.
Lu Yaoyao climbed up and was speechless in pain.
She crawled out and moved toward the door, but Bi Xishuang clenched her whip tightly like a devil, following her step by step. Every time she took a step forward, she swung the whip at Lu Yaoyao.
The scars were shocking, and the sharp screams broke the tranquility of Jialan.
On the top of the mountains, there is an ancient castle. The night pearl shines with white light, illuminating the castle.
Qingsha Liuli rushed out of the house, her face covered with a snow gauze. When she arrived at the place where Shi Zhonghai lived, Qingsha Liuli slapped the door frantically. Shi Zhonghai opened the door and frowned at the panicked Qingsha Liuli.
, “What happened?”
Qingshauli gasped for breath, as if she was in shock. After a while, she screamed loudly, "Elder, Fenyue Palace... Bi Xishuang wants to kill Lu Yaoyao, go quickly, or Lu Yaoyao will
Gonna die."
"Is there such a thing?"
Shi Zhonghai waved his sleeves and put his hands behind his back, "Let's go to Mingyue Palace and inform Brother Wu Yu and Brother An."
In the Burning Moon Palace, Bi Xishuang seemed to have gone crazy, hitting Lu Yaoyao with one whip after another.
It is a well-known fact that Yan Bingtong, Yeqing's beloved singer, died under a cliff and was shattered into pieces. Lu Yaoyao actually refused to let go of the dead person and even used the most vicious curse.
Blood spurted out from Lu Yaoyao's mouth. She looked outside the Burning Moon Palace with wide eyes. She wanted to speak, but found that nothing could be said.
She clasped her throat with her hands, widened her eyes, and was frightened.
Blood kept spurting out from the deepest part of her throat, and her hands were covered with sticky blood.
After Bixi became angry, the night pearls lit up, calling her back to her senses. She looked coldly at Lu Yaoyao who was struggling in a pool of blood and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Just now, she was angry.
When he came to Burning Moon Hall, Qing Ge's eyes were filled with excitement when he saw the screen with Yan Bingtong's portrait painted on it.
After living in the Burning Moon Palace, Qing Ge often looked here. Bi Xishuang couldn't imagine what would happen if Qing Ge came back from Qingshi Town and found that his mother's portrait was gone and the most vicious curse had been cast on her.
What kind of mood will it be.
Lu Yaoyao's eyes were filled with tears, and her hands were still clasping her throat.
A thunder exploded, lightning flashed, and blue light reflected in Bi Xishuang's black eyes.
"You can't speak?"
Bi Xishuang frowned, "Have you been silenced by someone's poison?"
Lu Yaoyao nodded crazily, as if grasping the last life-saving straw on the cliff, pulled out her hands from her bloody throat, clenched Bi Xishuang's sleeves, and opened and closed her mouth to see what the shape of her lips was.
Say the word "help".
Bi Xishuang immediately realized that Lu Yaoyao was just a chess piece.
The person behind the scenes asked Lu Yaoyao to destroy the portrait of Yan Bingtong when Qing Ge and Li Fugui were out, just to arouse her anger.
This spearhead was aimed at her.
Bang bang——
The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the door of Burning Moon Palace was suddenly opened. Bi Xishuang raised her eyes and saw that outside the hall, nearly ten thousand Jialan disciples had woken up, ready to attack with murderous intent.
Wu Yu, Shi Zhonghai, and An Suyou stood at the top with stern eyes and majestic momentum.
Jun Ruoli and others are all here——
On the side, Qingsha looked at Bi Xishuang with her wandering eyes as ferocious as a snake.
Looking at the inside of the palace from the perspective of an outsider, Bixi was holding an ink whip in both hands. Lu Yaoyao was covered in bruises as if she had experienced horrific torture, and there was a thick pool of blood underneath her body.
She seemed to be begging for something, holding on to Bi Xishuang's sleeve.
Qingsha Liang struck preemptively, and at the moment when the thunder suddenly appeared, she stepped into the Burning Moon Palace and said angrily, "Bi Xishuang, you are so brave, you dare to kill people in Jialan, do you treat us all as decorations? In your eyes
Are there any elders, dean, or Jialan?"
The sound was sonorous and powerful, and the ground exploded like thunder.
Bixi stood with her limbs tense, and Lu Yaoyao suddenly realized when she saw Qingsha wandering away, and finally understood.
She glared at Qingsha Lianyang angrily, it was her who wanted to kill her!
Ji Qingfeng stood beside Hongyi and He Zhixiong, looking at the indifferent Bi Xishuang and Lu Yaoyao covered in blood, frowning coldly.
Everything developed so fast that it seemed like it was set up deliberately.
It was a thrilling night——
Bi Xishuang's body felt cold, and she suddenly remembered that many years ago, Qingsha Liuli pointed at her so proudly, saying that she had stolen the spiritual treasure.
Wu Yu looked at her disappointedly, his dark eyes full of alienation and ruthlessness.