It has been more than 10,000 years since Lord Wuwu froze the Jingyue Flower God in Hanhua Valley. The gods have gradually declined and are close to annihilation. Today, there is still a lineage of gods under the Holy Snow Temple in the misty forest. They take Jingyue as their surname and have guarded this fierce flower for generations. Thousands of years of reproduction have made them almost the same as mortals, except for this left There is a Jingyue flower blooming on her shoulder, and she is very good at using poisons. She is not as beautiful as the ancient gods and gods. She is also beautiful and has a good appearance. When Jingyue Guiduo was born, red rain fell from the sky, and all the flowers and plants in the garden withered. In the Hanhua Valley, the demon flowers were half-bloomed. The Jingyue clan was so tired that they were childless for two years, so she became the reincarnation of the Jingyue flower. "There is a strange vision in the sky, a scourge of annihilation of the clan. If the evil nature does not change, the corpse will be burned." Jingyue Guiduo smiled brightly, with a cold look in his eyes. "Jingyue Yixuan, the good eldest son of the Jingyue clan, do you know why the Jingyue clan members only lack a soul?"