There is nothing surprising here, and it is quite desolate.

When the blood-stained wind blows in, a strange scene emerges.

How weird is it?...The moon hanging high in nothingness turned as white as snow.

The white moon, that is the blood-stained wind...a unique beauty.

Because the moon in the eyes of the world has not changed at all.

"Moon God."

There are words in the dark, it is God speaking.

The myth of the ninth life is still there, and it is slowly living out the tenth life.

She really loves her disciple, and even the laws of heaven and reincarnation cannot stop him.

Look at the blood-stained wind. In addition to the blood color, there is also a ray of white moonlight.

"temple."

This word again, from beginning to end, never stopped.

It was with this call that the blood-stained wind fell into the mountains.

The lonely wind has been wandering for sixty years, but it seems to have found its home, taking root in the world, bathing in the white moonlight, and gradually coming to life.

"Ying Jie enters the world."

God's words contain both sadness and emotion.
Chapter completed!