The uniqueness of the former and the latter is that they do not want to recall, nor do they want to give up...... Everyone has such a thoughtful past in their memory, no matter whether it is good or bad...... All things have spirits.

"Understood. ”

Lu Bu took a deep breath slightly, trying to keep his heart undisturbed, impregnated with a state of no sorrow and no joy, and his spiritual power was like a pointing lamp, leading the illusionist door to start opening the memory lock.

The chaotic snowflakes decorate the world covered in silver, the snow drifts for thousands of miles, the wind whimpers like someone blowing the mournful Qiang flute, and the desolate tune murmurs like a song.

............

The lonely shadow, the confused expression, silently meditated on the snowflakes.

Fleur said gloomily: "The battle of the righteous demon is the beginning. ”

Hearing these words, everyone has some understanding, this battle opened the curtain, the immortal demon Feng 100,000 years as the beginning, has long been listed as a myth of Mo Xinyan to kill the immortals, Mingzun broke the cloud calamity, all of them are popular, fortunate to see the most wonderful ancient war, everyone's hearts are hot.

The blue-robed young man was isolated for a long time, and some kind of inexplicable confusion became more and more vain, and the confusion in his heart always lingered, at this moment, a shocking force leisurely cut through the void, and his spine pierced through the heavy mountain obstacles to the blue-robed young man......

Mo Xinyan awakened again.

These two Tianjiao heroes who shone countless eras 100,000 years ago returned to the starting point of the first battle, Mo Xinyan Lian's steps moved slightly, and the eyes of the blue-robed young man finally began to sober, and the turbid confusion slowly disappeared.

"Long time no see......"

This is a voice full of ancient tones, a unique pronunciation from 100,000 years ago, and the meeting that comes across time and space is filled with a kind of infinite sorrow of parting.

Fu Hui sighed regretfully, Ming Zun stood still, like a stone sculpture, looking at Mo Xinyan and the blue-robed young man in the distance.

There wasn't much about Mo Xinyan in his memory, and at this time, the door of memory opened, and the hidden memory exploded like a tide of rage......

The blue-robed monk smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to Mo Xinyan's hairline, gently wiped the snow dust, and said softly: "Xinyan, I seem to have had a dream...... I feel like I've become a ghost and I've been asleep for a long, long time......"

Mo Xinyan smiled and said, "Fool, since you have already woken up, why bother to entangle the dream realm again?"

"It's not the same. The blue-robed monk said: "Dreams are born from the heart, and the phase is also born from the heart, and public opinion has pushed us to the opposite side...... It became a reality. ”

Mo Xinyan sighed silently, and she tried to make her smile sweeter: "It's human nature to miss, but we always fantasize about how it was at the beginning and what it will be now...... I don't care what other people think, so please don't care about it too, okay?"

Huang Xiufeng said strangely: "I don't understand, with the strength of the two of them, who in the Immortal Cultivation Realm back then dared to say irresponsible remarks to them? We can feel that they don't want to fight, so why do they have to fight to the death?"

Fu Hui said indifferently: "If your father is forced to die and coerce with ancestral training, will you fight or not?"

Huang Xiufeng said with a full face: "What I don't want to do, Tianwang Laozi said that it is not easy to do anything." ”

"So you are a demon, a demon born and raised. Fu Hui said lightly: "The difference between humans and demons has an extra layer of bonds, and there are too many involuntary ......."

Jing Yao sighed secretly, it turned out that it was not a drama of love and hate, the battle of immortals and demons was a joke...... Feeling the continuous shaking of the spiritual power that the blue-robed monk did not understand, it was like a boat traveling on the sea, the candle flame was in the wind, and Jing Yao, who had a certain degree of illusion attainment, clearly sensed that Mingzun would turn into light chips and dissipate at any time.

It turned out that the short reunion was a complete stranger behind it, and before Mo's heart disappeared, he just wanted to see the original Taoist couple......

The blue-robed monk smiled reluctantly, if he could throw away the burden, he would have thrown it away, and avoided the words and said, "Xinyan, do you feel that there are people around us watching us......?"

Compared to the blue-robed monk, the world to which he and Mo Xinyan belonged was real, and Jing Yao and the others did not exist to him, but his keen insight still made the blue-robed monk discover something, but he couldn't be sure.

Mo Xinyan looked around, her eyes met Jing Yao and the others one by one, and finally met the eyes of the blue-robed monk, and said, "It's that you're too tired, how can you make any sound......

......

The blue-robed monk and Mo Xinyan chatted for a long time in the snow, one smiling like a flower, the other gentle and elegant, and at the same time looking yearning for the future......

Mo Xinyan's eyes began to become sad, and the memories imprinted in the depths of her mind almost drowned her, and she forcibly told what she was looking forward to, the future that was once full of expectations was shattered by reality......

......

Lu Bu whispered in Jing Yao's ear: "The power of the memory lock is about to collapse......" This is more straightforward, in fact, the power of memory is like a tide, it comes and goes quickly, and the time of the blue-robed monk is running out.

But the blue-robed monk didn't realize anything, maybe he was happy, hundreds of thousands of years of reunion, the duel between him and Mo Xinyan would never open, and it would turn into eternity in the resonance of joy.

The blue-robed monk said, "Maybe I'm really tired, I feel a little tired." ”

Seeing that the Taoist priest slowly closed his eyes, Mo Xinyan smiled: "Hmm...... Sleep, wake up...... Let's leave together. ”

"Xinyan ......" The blue-robed monk's voice murmured, and a thick sleepiness swept over, and when his eyes were completely closed, the memory power of the memory lock also disappeared.

Mo Xinyan burst into tears without sadness, looking at the gradually fading body of the Taoist couple, his shoulders twitched slightly, and the ice and snow world infected by her power was raining heavily, and the sky and the earth were hazy......

Fu Hui said softly: "The flowers fall and people die, the drizzle stops, and the obsession of ten thousand years is dispersed...... her voice became Mo Xinyan's last annotation, and the world became thin, returning to the ocean world where thousands of vermilion doors were open.

Mo Xinyan, who is peerless, is holding on to a portal, her body is fluorescent, Jing Yao knows that when the fluorescence is at its peak, Mo Xinyan will pass away forever.

Mo Xinyan looked at everyone with a shallow smile, her eyes first looked at Fu Rui for a moment, the former was calm, the latter was sad, Mo Xinyan waved her hand vigorously, like a final farewell, and as if telling Fu Hui that her long-cherished wish was fulfilled, this is the best ending, Fu Rui tried to open her smile, she didn't know if such an ending was perfect, but she knew that the senior sister had let it go.

When his eyes stayed on Mingzun, the two looked at each other and smiled, and Mingzun was relieved and handed over to practice.