The Lord who use immortals as food

Just to bring a sad end to this deep-rooted affection, so that he can actually see the result with his own eyes, so that they can think of each other together at least at some point in the next thirty years.

But he's still crazy.

The imperial edict handed down by the Immortal Lord destroyed his entire mind in an instant. The overflowing aura that made him so at home when painting now became the gateway to disaster. He roared and ran away with his head in his hands, thus becoming this imperial edict. Servant of the picture.

The madman meets the monster. This is the last meeting of this beautiful couple.

So Li Mingqing knew where the scene in front of her came from - in Yi Danjun's heart, the man was no longer what he was in the small building on a spring night. The man who made her see the world alive had become her. A faithful servant of the thing you fled.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Xiang Tian here has never turned his eyes towards the woman next to him. He has long been a humble and crazy body, and everything composed of his spirituality, his knowledge, and his mind is gone. Already occupied by that picture. He was only a mortal, he could do nothing, he could do nothing but paint it.

He is the starting point and he is the end point. All these together form a cage of fate. Yi Danjun finds that he has never been able to escape from anything.

Therefore, this heart poison is not as deep as the one that burns everything once it is ignited. The woman has completely lost her mental strength in the face of such an ending.

Li Mingqing didn't know if Yi Chengxin expected such a result, but she knew she would have a way to deal with it.

One heart poison won't work, but just use another one.

This mind is so fragile that it is really easy to destroy it.

After taking over three hundred years of Xinzhu cultivation, the real Zhaozi would never be helpless against this situation.

But Li Mingqing is not an imperial edict.

She still hasn't mastered the Candle Sword.

She only knew the poison in her heart that was engraved on the altar. Now it couldn't work. The girl didn't even know how to get out of this small building.

Everything is in dire straits.

But Li Mingqing still didn't give up. The sight of the young man outside lying in a pool of blood still reminded her. The girl took a deep breath and ignited the last poison in her heart without hesitation.

Since there is no candle sword, it is better to build a candle sword as soon as possible.

But in an instant, the heart palpitations rising from the depths tightly enveloped her soul. Li Mingqing suddenly held on to the pillar next to her, her face pale and bloodless.

The girl was really used to showing off her strength, and her mind, which had been oppressed for so long, was by no means ready to face the final poison.

Li Mingqing had no power to resist and fell thousands of miles away. The emotions beside the boat on Zhuyue Lake completely occupied her mind.

This is the only love affair that the girl has ever experienced. At this time, the most painful parts of it are extracted, and after being thickened and aggravated, they all come to the girl when she is most vulnerable.

At the same time, a hoarse voice began to faintly come from the depths. Li Mingqing could not hear its content clearly. She tried hard to endure the discomfort of unknown origin, and focused her attention to find out what was going on in the fog. She dismantled the two sides that were enough to form Zhu Jian's heart poison, but when she stretched out her hand, she couldn't touch anything.

At this time, igniting the poison in the heart was indeed the only way, so the girl chose to face it decisively. Unfortunately, determination can never determine the outcome. What was previously impenetrable is still covering her eyes now.

The building had begun to crumble, and wooden beams fell one after another, decaying into ashes in the air. After the girl exposed Yidanjun's self-deception, this warm spring night building was heading for complete collapse.

The demon roses from the outside world penetrated in, the sticky blue, the deep black, the withered and dead spring night sky was eroded and torn. Li Mingqing looked up and saw the dragon shadow through the collapsed roof. The winding Cangshan Mountain has pressed into the field of vision.

On the top of the mountain, those flat golden eyes were staring down at her.

This time Li Mingqing didn't see the coldness in it.

There were thin snowflakes floating in her mind, and Li Mingqing even felt a peaceful sadness.

This was originally a woman's psychedelic dream, but what Li Mingqing saw now was the real Yi Danjun.

The building was reduced to ashes, blood-like blue flowed in, and the entire area quickly fell towards the underworld.

Dongfang Tian was still standing in front of the table. Snow had already fallen on the painting, and the man gradually became that disheveled man with frostbite all over his body.

This is his reality.

The soft shadow of Yi Danjun shedding tears beside her also faded and disappeared. At the last moment, her sad eyes looked deeply at the girl.

Maybe she, who also has the heart and soul skills, has never been deceived, but has always had the same expectations as the girl.

Expecting her to help her overthrow that figure with golden eyes sitting upright.

But everything failed after all.

Until a hoarse and powerful voice suddenly sounded: "Why don't you let him finish the painting?"

Li Mingqing suddenly turned her head, and the young man in Tsing Yi was standing next to Xingfang Tian, ​​looking directly at the figure of the woman whose heart poison was about to dissipate with a pair of calm eyes.

The wind stopped and the snow fell, and all the collapse suddenly stopped.

"Have you really seen the finished painting of this painting?" Pei Ye said softly. Beside him, the man who had not said a word from beginning to end was still painting with trembling brushes with a pair of hands full of frostbite. With this scroll.

After going back and forth for thirty days in the freezing cold, his vocal cords, mouth and tongue were frozen, he lost all ability to speak, and his spirit was always trapped in a state of psychedelic and madness. The will of the immortal king Gao Miao made him do what he did. Nothing else.

This last ink painting left behind after three days and three nights of sleeplessness was everything he wanted to say in December of the Renzi year.

Of course Yi Danjun had never seen it, she just knew that he would trace the imperial edict crazily.

This painting is finally finished.

Xingfang Tian slowly raised his head and handed the painting to the woman whose figure was fading.

They have been together here for thirty years. In her mind, he has always been just a withered shadow whose will was taken away by the Immortal Lord. Now, this is the first time he looks at her.

On the scroll, between two lofty mountains, a dragon's shadow hangs down from the sky. Above it is darkness that cannot be seen directly, and below it is a mysterious mist.

It is no longer a dry tracing by an apprentice. In the hands of Dongfang Tian, ​​the aura of this painting is enough to drive those who see it crazy.

And in the middle of all this, a figure stood on the high platform, reaching out to receive the heavenly edict.

No matter who looks at it, the focus of this painting should not be on the back of this fingernail-sized figure, but the author just poured his strongest emotions into it. With his body and soul exhausted, he could not modify or delete a single touch on this painting, but all the colors and scenery were falling towards this soft and beautiful figure.

Just like they did on Qiujing Mountain on their first trip.

When this painting is finished, the eyes of the West are shining with the light of snakes, and they fall to the ground and die.

Thanks for the reward from the boss who can no longer complain! Thank you all for your tips and votes!

This chapter is not an additional update, it is one of the updates on the 19th! Because it’s a small ending, it’s not easy to finish, so I worked hard to code it out first! No more talking, let’s go catch up on my winter vacation homework!