It is very reasonable for this kind of scum to be killed inexplicably while walking on the road!

Bai Lian walked up to Bu Qingxiao: "Do you need me to do anything?"

Bu Qingxiao shook his head: "No, it's just that the junior sister of Emperor Bai Lian meditates on the appearance, name and deeds related to her deceased relative."

"I'll do my best."

Lin Ji, who was shrunk in Bai Lian's arms, said solemnly.

"Then let's start."

"Um."

Lin Ji closed her eyes, it was something she would never forget.

She was willing to follow Bai Lian to Qiongming Peak, not only because she felt the closeness from Bai Lian, but also because Bai Lian had said that he would help her find a way to revive Grandpa together.

Now that this opportunity is in front of her eyes, she won't let it slip away easily!

Lin Miao began to think back, recalling the beauty of the past.

And along with all this is the change in the outside world.

Two very different breaths, black and white, rose from the body of the Lord of Samsara.

On the one hand, there is death, on the other hand, there is vitality.

The interweaving and collision of the two forces gave birth to reincarnation.

Bai Lian's eyes widened.

She only saw a gloomy road appear in front of her, and at this moment, a large blue translucent hand suddenly fell from the sky.

That hand broke through the fog on the road, and the evil spirits wandering around avoided it.

It went all the way like this, and finally rushed into the scarlet hell.

At that moment, countless souls raised their heads, and their big hands gently grabbed one of the weak souls.

It was about to leave, but the ruler of **** rushed out.

The river of blood surged, like a ferocious beast trying to swallow the weak soul with its big hand.

The big hand did not retreat but advanced, and collided with the river of blood fiercely.

The explosion overturned the hell.

In this way, Dashou withdrew from the **** while taking advantage of the chaos.

Snapped!

The bubble dissipated in an instant, Bai Lian returned to reality, she saw a soul in a ball of light floating in front of her, and the Lord of Samsara, who had just been solid, was about to completely dissipate.

"Senior!"

Bai Lian took a step forward.

Bu Qingxiao shook his head: "This obsession will eventually dissipate."

"But he shouldn't have dispersed so quickly."

Bu Qingxiao still shook her head, as if she didn't want to say too much.

But at this time, the Lord of Reincarnation, who didn't say a word, moved instead.

"This is atonement for what I have done."

His voice was weak, and he didn't have any confidence from the Heavenly Venerate.

Bai Lian was shocked.

Can you communicate?

She still had many questions in her heart, and she immediately asked: "Senior, what did you say to me when you were in the Ancestral Dragon's Nest?"

The Lord of Reincarnation doesn't want to talk about this anymore.

He smiled and shook his head: "The catastrophe has come, and there is not much time left for us."

"I……"

Bai Lian stretched out his hand, but he was still a step behind.

pat.

She saw the body of the Lord of Reincarnation shattered in front of her.

The manic wind picked up.

The wind blew through her body, as well as Fifth Junior Sister's body.

She seemed to have fallen into an illusion again, but this time she should have seen some fragmentary memories of the Lord of Reincarnation.

She saw that the Lord of Reincarnation and his wife respected each other like guests, and she saw that the Lord of Reincarnation came to the land of immortals through the ancient road of the starry sky with anticipation.

She saw some tragic fighting scenes, but she couldn't tell why those people fought.

The last thing that caught her attention was a "little thing" that happened in the snow-covered ice field.

In the unknown years, a purple-haired girl who always liked to wear clogs and had grass in her mouth found the tomb of the Lord of Reincarnation in the ice field.

So.

The obsession in the Bronze Valley was awakened.

So.

The girl fell into the gap of the Yin-Yang Avenue and received a curse called immortality.

From that day on, the undead began to walk in Beiluzhou.

Then, after many years, the undead rescued the young ghost in the ice field, and many years later, the Temple of the Underworld was established.

The story behind that...

Bai Lian looked back at Tong Yao, who still knew nothing.

She finally understood why Junior Sister Tong could smell something that others couldn't.

Incredible!

In a hidden corner, their fates are intertwined in such a way.

What about the others?

Such a thought suddenly occurred in Bai Lian's mind.

The wind that was blowing when the Lord of Reincarnation dissipated gradually stopped.

Bai Lian raised her head, she saw a feather of light, she reached out to catch it.

There are only three words left on the light feather—

【Three Lives Monument】

Apart from that, there is nothing else.

Bai Lian wrote it down for the time being, she carefully put away the floating soul, and then stared at Bu Qingxiao who stood up.

"Fairy Bu, I'm sorry."

Bu Qingxiao bowed in turn: "I want to say sorry to you, my father has done a lot of wrong things."

Perhaps not so?

Bai Lian didn't know how to comfort Bu Qingxiao, she said, "Where is Fairy Bu going next?"

Bu Qingxiao said: "I plan to walk around, follow the path my father walked, and see what this world he has been wandering around for thousands of years is like, and see what is here worthy of his nostalgia."

"Goodbye by fate."

"Goodbye by fate."

Bu Qingxiao waved and turned to leave.

She walked towards the still dark night to the east.

She felt that she should feel relieved. Her father was finally relieved, and so was her.

She felt that she should feel heavy again. When she died, her father never saw her mother again, and she gradually forgot her father's love.

Ah.

man.

Chapter 14 The world where only Xiao Jinse is injured 5k

Although it was deep winter, the rain in Heluo Kingdom was very heavy.

Later in the night.

The rain clouds spread for thousands of miles, so heavy that they seemed to fall on top of people's heads at any time.

The heavy rain was like pouring down, filling up the mud pit on the ground in an instant.

The rushing sound of the rain faded away all the small movements in this world, and also eliminated the tinge of blood that had just arisen.

at this time.

In a field overgrown with grass, a man with tattered clothes and half of his upper body exposed was lying in the mud.

His body was full of fine wounds, as if he had been scratched by a knife thousands of times, and he looked extremely terrifying.

He was motionless, as if his life had long since passed.

It wasn't until the rain that accumulated on the ground finally covered his face, he supported his upper body and got up weakly.

"This is Heluo Country?"

Xu Pan looked around with a blank face.

He remembered.

More than 20 years ago, he was the emperor of the Heluo Kingdom who visited here.

There is a small river in the north, which often rises.

Ten li to the south is a mountain village with serious loss of youth.

Thirty miles to the south is an ancient city with a history of 1,700 years.

At that time, his carriage and horses were simple, and the only people accompanying him, apart from the guards and a few scholars, were the Marquis of Wu'an.

On the way, the learned people asked him, "What does Your Majesty want?"

He replied with a smile, "I ask for great harmony in the world!"

The man said again, "When the sage king ruled the world, the Great Harmony was never realized."

He smiled even more happily: "So, I only light a fire, a fire that others can see."

At that time, he was high-spirited, swept away all the sadness in his heart, and had no regrets at all. He just wanted to open up a new channel in the sea.

But every twenty years.

"I am no longer the emperor of the Heluo Kingdom, and the Marquis of Wu'an is no longer here."

is gone.

It will never be possible!

He was the only one left in the blank world.

There are no carriages, horses, and guards here. Everyone who asked about his knowledge that day died of illness in Tianyi City the year before, and the Marquis of Wuan, who had been watching him with a smile, finally died on the waterway.

"why why why……"

Xu Pan hammered the mud hard.

The mud splashed and stained his face.

There was rain on his head, and it rained in his eyes.

He knew.