Three thousand blood stains killed my body, and a hundred thousand human beings slashed my eyes. Qingjun was at my side, laughing wildly for a lifetime, and the sword was in my hand, ruthless for thousands of years.
The sword has seven paths, the sword has nine paths, it cuts the sky and the earth, it cuts off the human head, and the white-haired devil takes the human head.
After nine deaths, I could not write a word. I saw a blood grave in my dream, my throat was choked with murderous intent, and I looked up to the sky.
I can't help myself, my love is as deep as the heavens, my heart is so painful that it burns to the point of burning, and my hatred is so intense that my bones are cut into pieces.
The world of mortals is secluded and tired, the plum blossoms have fallen in my hometown, I have to wait in front of the door, and people are returning from the underworld.
Under the moon, Wuyi's breasts are full of tears, and a thousand mountains curse a phoenix to imprison the phoenix.