The common people look at the twilight

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Zhu Huangwan hated this kind of life without spiritual power very much.

Until the last twilight of the afterglow melted into the water, the joys and sorrows of the fishermen and the joys and sorrows of the tourists were all unknown, all melted into the ink-dyed mountains and rivers.

It would be great if it was always like this.

Zhu Huangwan had to go back to Jiuque Palace every ten days, unless it was a dead end, otherwise Immortal Yanyu would drag her back.

This time Zhu Huang was standing at the foot of the mountain, but saw the red amaryllis blooming all over the mountain on the hillside of Jiuque Palace--Manzhusawa, commonly known as the other shore flower.

Zhu Huangwan's face was expressionless, thinking what the hell is Immortal Misty Rain doing?

I have to say that a large piece of bright red is quite beautiful.

After all, it was on the only way to Jiuque Palace, so Zhu Huangwan inevitably stepped into the flowers.

It's not that Zhu Huang has never seen Bana flowers before, she might have planted them in the red and purple courtyard of Immortal Yanyu, but she has never seen this kind of one, every petal is like a glass crystal, it is not Like something that should exist in the world.

Zhu Huangwan lightly pressed her fingertips on a flower core, but found that her fingers were attracted by a strong spiritual force, and she couldn't even move her fingers.

Zhu Huang murmured badly, but several dark red light beams had already spread upward from the flower core along her fingertips.

Zhu Huang's vision was completely blocked by the dark red light, and he lost the ability to think for a moment, and when he realized it, he had already come to a strange place.

The sky is dark, and there is a stream that seems to be connected to the sky.

The water in the river is grayish black with a blue tint, which makes people feel very uncomfortable, and I can't say what kind of discomfort it is.

Zhu Huang was standing on a straight, empty avenue, with blue-gray stone slabs under his feet, and there was no moss between the stone cracks, but water flowing slowly.

On both sides of the road are Bianhua flowers, which are exactly the same as the ones Zhu Huangwan saw under the Nine Palaces.

I must have gone to Huangquan.Zhu Huang said in despair.

It seems to be true that there are only two kinds of life on this road, one is her, and the other is Manjushahua.

The road has no end in sight, and it seems to have no end, leading straight to the sky covered with black clouds.

Based on the formal logic of going back and forth, Zhu Huangwan rubbed her hand against the Bana flower, and the dark red halo reappeared, but only a strange totem was outlined on her hand. Leaving and disappearing.

There was no wind on the road, if Zhu Huang Wan was not alive, she would not be able to feel the flow of air at all, only a kind of weirdness followed her everywhere.

Zhu Huangwan tried to take out the Rueling Sword, but here, the little bit of borrowed spiritual power from the Yanbo Umbrella seemed to be useless, and she could only keep walking, defenseless.

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Chapter 27 Chapter 27

Chapter 27

No matter how long the road is, there must be an end.

Zhu Huangwan almost picked a flower and came down to chat with the flower. This kind of boundless loneliness made people feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Until finally she saw the light.

The light was so hot and dazzling that Zhu Huangwan's eyes, which had barely adapted to the darkness, felt at a loss.

Zhu Huangwan can clearly weigh how many catties and taels she has. Although she has such an advanced age, the ten or so years in Jiuque Palace were wasted years. Ghost Dou, and Yao Dou, have never dealt with this kind of situation where the future is also unknown, and they are still alone, there is not even half a person around, even if there is something to chat with her, it is good.

But now she was facing all that she was afraid to face.

The three things Zhu Huangwan is most afraid of so far: the unknown, the truth, and fried garlic with ginger.

But now when she looked at the unknown light, she suddenly begged again, trying to discern the truth.

She didn't think much about it, and walked into the depths of the light like a ghost.

After that, she returned to the hillside of Jiuque Palace, the wind was blowing the flowers, like fire blowing from the end of the mountain.

Zhu Huangwan let out a long sigh, and thought: At least he came out.

She subconsciously looked up at the top of the mountain, it was empty and there was nothing.

In an instant, her face lost all color.

Zhu Huangwan tentatively took a step forward, but her knees seemed to lose strength, causing her to fall to the ground, her eyes opened in shock, her whole body lost all vigor immediately, and she didn't see the slightest look of high spirits before.

For a moment in a trance, she seemed to hear a faint voice.

"If you are ruthless, you will taste loneliness alone, and if you have love, you will never be able to recover."

Then that voice was drowned in the wanton frenzy.There is more noise from the heart in the ears, and it can be heard that it is a man's voice, speaking different words, in various situations.

And Zhu Huanghun still lingers in his heart with the phrase "the ruthless alone tastes loneliness, and the love is beyond redemption".

Her hands seemed to be lying on the ground softly, but in fact, her fingertips had been exerting force all the time, holding onto the innocent ground under her hand tightly, using this method to hold back herself from collapsing.

At this time, faint patterns appeared on her body, dark red, which made the whole person more coquettish.

Those patterns seem to be alive, they are still spreading, starting from the center of the eyebrows, circling and blurring, each of them looks very similar, but they are not the same when you look closely.

Zhu Huangwan supported herself to stand up, and climbed up the mountain step by step on the rocks --- she was familiar with the mountain where the Jiuque Palace was located, and she had never climbed so embarrassingly before.

Zhu Huangwan searched for the location of the Jiuque Palace in her memory. She couldn't find the Jiuque Palace on the mountainside, and she didn't expect to find it here. She was stunned by the beautiful scenery she had never seen before.

She would rather this is a palace city, ruins of gold bricks and glazed tiles, or an open space, at least this can prove that the Jiuque Palace once existed, not like it is now - the top of the mountain is lush and full of trees, which is where the mountain grew up. The beautiful scenery that has never been seen before can scare people into a cold sweat.It seems that "Nine Que Palace" never existed.

Zhu Huangwan took a hard breath, stood in front of the cliff, and stepped back step by step.

She is a pampered person, but the accumulated facts over the years have proved that the more pampered a person is, the more difficult it is for her, and she wants to seek death and life at every turn.

Even when everyone is young, there will be such a period of time when they are scorned by themselves and others, Zhu Huang is a bit late, right?

In the end, she kicked her legs and fell directly from the cliff.

There will be fear and regret the moment you leave the ground, but after learning to enjoy the process, it is called gaining a new life.

Zhu huangwan could feel a very strong spiritual power filling her body immediately, it was a feeling that Zhu huang had never experienced before, this kind of spiritual power was different from the warmth and peace poured into Yanbo Umbrella by Immortal Misty Rain However, every operation is full of brutality and killing intent, like something rushing out from the deepest part of purgatory, howling and roaring, wanting to get the long-lost blood.

Then Zhu Huangwan saw many fiery pillars that looked like raging flames appearing a dozen meters away in front of him and behind him, standing between the sky and the earth, as if they were going against the sky.

The flames were accompanied by petals from the other shore, and the delicate beauty that only bloomed for a moment was burned to ashes in the flames.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side.

Then, the incomparably real scene in front of him fell apart like a mirror smashed on the ground, and was fragmented into fragments reflecting mottled pictures.

Zhu Huang's thinking completely collapsed, she no longer wanted to distinguish whether the pain of being crushed to the ground was real or her hallucination, she only felt that she might be relieved.

It's like being in bliss, coming to a world where reality doesn't matter, being alone, life and death don't matter, as long as you live your life day after day, year after year, and reduce yourself from a generation of heroes to a grassroots with no ambitions .