"Let's go now, I'm afraid it's too late..." The man's emotionless voice sounded, and he quietly held the long sword at his waist with one hand.
The moonlight was so cold and strange that a golden bell rang on the dim palace road, three light and one heavy, hitting people's hearts heavily.
As the golden bell rang, large tracts of gorgeous hibiscus flowers bloomed throughout the palace.
Its leaves are like mulberry trees and its flowers are like flames.
Fu Zhu looked at the hibiscus flowers blooming under her feet and frowned. There was cold air emanating from her body, and the hibiscus flowers under her feet receded like the tide.
But the hibiscus flowers are still growing wildly throughout the palace. They climb along the palace walls and eaves, and the flower branches are hanging in the air, with distinct green and red colors.
"Why is this hibiscus flower so weird?" The graceful woman pulled out the soft sword from her waist and chopped off a branch. The hibiscus flower she chopped off bloomed more and more densely and flexibly wrapped around her legs.
Fortunately, she has the three spiritual roots of fire, earth, and gold, and she is also the master of fire. She used a fire spell with one hand to burn all the hibiscus flowers around her.
The woman threw another fireball, helped the man get rid of the hibiscus flowers wrapped around his wrist, and said proudly: "I thought it was so difficult...!"
Before she could finish her sentence, a wisp of red thread appeared among the bright hibiscus flowers, and as soon as the golden bell rang, her hands and feet were bound.
The hibiscus flower was curled up lifelessly, and only one face of the woman was exposed. There was a golden bell on her chest. When she struggled hard, the golden bell sounded rapidly.
Without seeing him, they were completely defeated.
Fu Zhu's heart suddenly sank. It seemed that this ghost king was really powerful.
No wonder Riji always looks frightened towards him.
She felt someone pinch her ears gently, and looked down. Hiji's eyes widened, and her little finger pointed deep into the hibiscus bush.
There is a bright red figure curling up, stepping on the hibiscus flowers, bending her slender waist and taking a slight step, showing her bright wrists on the gauze.
There is a circle of golden bells tied around her waist, like a jade belt of winter jasmine flowers, and green and white prayer flags hang from the top of her red skirt, fluttering gently as she moves.
Further up, there was a hanging bead curtain of gold, silver and jade, which blocked half of her face, but Fu Zhu could still see the woman's face through the gap in the bead curtain.
The beauty is as clear as the clouds, and the sun is as bright as the remaining light burning the sky.
With a "pop" sound, a drop of warm tears fell on her hand.
Hiji finally couldn't help it, and tears fell in large numbers. The petals of the hibiscus flower above her head also fell one after another, and soon it became an empty pole.
While shedding tears, she read: "Princess Wei Jiang..."
"Princess Wei Jiang? Are you saying this woman is Wei Jiang?" Fu Zhu sorted out her chaotic thoughts and asked in disbelief.
Didn't Riji say that Princess Wei Jiang had died a long time ago? How could she appear here? Or is it that the ghost king of Rajagaha is Wei Jiang?
Fu Zhu raised her eyes and glanced at Wei Jiang. She was indeed beautiful. No wonder the people in Rajagaha called her the most beautiful hibiscus flower in Rajagaha.
But how did Wei Jiang, the most beautiful hibiscus flower princess in Rajagaha, become the ghost king?
Riji had been in Rajagaha for hundreds of years, but she didn't even know that the Ghost King was her Princess Wei Jiang.
The elf in a red dress and green wings was sobbing. She raised her hand to wipe her tears, and a very thin red thread suddenly appeared in her golden pupils.
Riji quickly raised his hand to form a hibiscus flower and stood in front of the talisman bead, "Be careful with the talisman bead!"
Wei Jiang had discovered them at some point, Fu Zhu quickly turned around, and a broad frost flower was knotted behind the hibiscus flower.
The flaming hibiscus flowers looked more and more gorgeous in front of the crystal-clear jade frost flowers, which were clearly imprinted in Wei Jiang's eyes.
She paused suddenly and subconsciously retracted her hand.
Strange, why does she find this hibiscus flower so familiar?
The familiarity made her very sad and she wanted to cry unconsciously.
Wei Jiang's beautiful eyes fell on the little man on the girl's shoulder under the moon. The red thread was wrapped around him, trying to snatch the little man away.
Riji shrank behind Fu Zhu. This movement stung Wei Jiang's heart, and countless red threads flew away like silver needles.
Fu Zhu holds the sword, and the sword energy is as thin as silver thread, entwined with Wei Jiang's red thread.
The girl's sword energy was so fierce that the hibiscus petals fell like red rain.
"Give me this little hibiscus flower!" Wei Jiang's cold voice sounded, tinged with a hint of chill.
She saw Riji's true identity at a glance, and there was a voice in her heart that kept telling her to get this hibiscus flower.
Riji lay on Fu Zhu's shoulder and shook his body, showing an obvious rejection.
Although she had the same face as Princess Wei Jiang, she knew that the woman in front of her was not her Princess Wei Jiang.
Her Princess Wei Jiang will never come back.
Hiji let out a sob, his face filled with sadness.
Fu Zhu patted her head and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, I won't let you be captured by this ghost king."
Fu Zhu picked up Ri Ji and threw it to Wu Sheng on the frosty snow. The sword intent rose into the air and formed a circle.
A hibiscus flower fell to Jianyi's side, and turned into red powder.
What a fierce sword intent!
The man on the ground couldn't help but swallowed as he looked at this scene.
If he gets close to this sword formation, he will be minced into pieces.
But the more powerful the girl is, she might be able to hold back the mysterious woman in red, and they will have time to find the Wangshe Ancient Pearl.
The man raised his sword and chopped off the hibiscus flowers on his trapped companion. The woman was so limp that she could only lean on the man.
"Manman?" The man patted her face to wake her up.
The female cultivator, who was called Manman, opened her eyes in confusion, "Why am I here?"
She rubbed her head. It hurt a little, but there were no wounds.
"Leave here first!" The man saw her in a daze, and his heart skipped a beat, remembering the beggar on the day he entered the city.
It doesn't matter, just find Wangshe Ancient Pearl.
The man comforted himself, picked up Manman and left quietly.
Wei Jiang seemed to have noticed their movements and did not stop them. In other words, she was simply too weak to stop them now!
The girl's sword was everywhere, and her robe was cut open many times by the sword energy. But looking at her opponent, she blocked every red thread of hers accurately.
Even when her red thread hit her sword energy, it suddenly exploded.
Wei Jiang repeated, with a hint of urgency in his voice, "Give me this little hibiscus flower!"
"Stop dreaming!" Fu Zhu stepped on a hibiscus flower, stepped down, and rose higher and higher. The sword energy soaring into the sky was like thunder, striking straight and fast.
Wei Jiang quickly raised his hand, and several red threads intertwined into a spider web-like shape. Hibiscus flowers grew along the spider web, forming a red mushroom cloud.
"Boom——" Fusang was confused.
The flying flowers all over the sky were falling.
The girl in green and the woman in red skirt and gold bells faced each other in the rain of flowers.
The girl holds the sword, and the sword energy is fierce, while in front of the woman in the red dress, the red silk is entangled, and the golden bells are in chaos.
The talisman beads broke her defense, but failed to hurt Wei Jiang at all.
The thousand-year-old ghost king has become a god.
"You can't hurt me." Wei Jiang's eyebrows raised slightly, like hibiscus in the wind.
The girl wasn't angry either. She looked up at the sky with a smile, "But it's dawn now!"
The bright moon has set without knowing when, and the morning glow has risen in the sky.
I don’t have any hobbies, I just like to write about beautiful women (/ω＼)
