Chapter 0388 In This Life and Afterlife, I Love Eternity

The magic light emitted by the demon's head is not to be underestimated.

However, for Shen Yan, who was holding the spear of Shura, Shen Yan of the Yin Yang Tribulation Upper Realm, it was nothing. The spear in Shen Yan's hand shook, and two black rays directly emitted to meet the magic light shot out of the demon head.

"Boom-"

The four black rays collided, like two muffled thunderbolts. The tyrannical power of the catastrophe was scattered in the void, and the mountains dozens of miles away were suddenly shaken.

Fortunately, there seems to be no one in this radius of thousands of miles, otherwise I am afraid that it will be affected.

In the void of Zaijian, Shen Yanwen did not move, but Xiao Luo retreated abruptly backwards.

Wen Muran and Xiao Luo have the most tacit understanding, and they directly teleported out and followed Xiao Luo closely.

"Run!" was the same thought of the two men.

In the face of Shen Yan, they had no choice but to flee. With the power of that shock, the demon's skull was retracted. A magic circle had already appeared under Xiao Luo's feet. This magic circle seems to be more powerful than Amuna's escape forbidden map, but it is naturally consumed a lot.

"I want to go!" Shen Yan sneered, and the Shura spear in his hand couldn't help but say, and he shot directly, turning into a black streamer and heading straight for Xiao Luo.

"Escape!" Xiao Luo snorted softly. The magic circle under his feet opened and closed in an instant, and Zaijian Xiao Luo and Wen Muran were gone.

However, the Shura spear, castration unabated, disappeared all at once. The Ancient Heavenly Treasure in the hands of the Tribulation Realm was already able to penetrate a certain time and space.

Shen Yan definitely brought the Shura spear to the extreme.

"Bell-" In the void, for some reason, there was a strange bell. The demonic aura is bursting, making people feel cold.

"Magic Clock!" Amu was shocked in his heart. I don't know how far it was, the sound of the magic bell. It seems that Shen Yan's spear pursued Xiao Luo, and Xiao Luo had no choice but to sacrifice the magic bell.

"Hmph!" Shen Yan sneered, and with one hand in the void, Zaijian's Shura spear had already returned to her hand. A drop of black blood was in the blood groove of the spear.

This Shura spear pierced through the void, guarded by a magic bell, and actually hurt Xiao Luo? Amu felt incredible.

What kind of cultivation is this Shen Yan? So that Xiao Luo, who has always been conceited, and Wen Muran, who is as resourceful as the sea, dare not fall in love. Amu didn't remember anything about Shen Yan at all, so he could only speculate as usual at this time.

Just now Shen Yan said that Xiao Luo is the upper realm of the water tribulation, so in Amu's opinion, this Shen Yan should be about the same level as Granny Qianhua.

Zaijian, at this time, Shen Yan put away the Shura spear, and then slowly turned around and looked at Amu.

"Wang Han—"

After only saying two words, Shen Yan was like a fish in his throat. If at this time, Shen Yan took off the face of the Supreme Ghost God, then Amu would definitely see Shen Yan's flower-like smiling face with tears.

Two hundred and twenty years, no one knows how much Shen Yan is looking forward and waiting, in fact, it is a kind of dazed torment. Only the jumping soul blood at the center of the eyebrows has been the greatest spiritual support for Shen Yan in the long years.

Many times, Shen Yan would be afraid.

But as a great cultivator of the Yin and Yang Tribulation Realm, what would Shen Yan be afraid of?

Shen Yan was only afraid that the soul blood in the center of her eyebrows would suddenly dissipate at a certain moment on a certain day.

The vast sea is wasted, and thousands of miles are counted. However, Shen Yan's purple clothes are like a small boat sailing on the sea in the vast dark night. There is no direction, but it is paddling with all its might.

Two hundred and twenty years of bitterness and bitterness, only Shen Yan knows himself.

"Thank you...... Miss Shen rescues!" Amu politely bowed to Shen Yan.

The tingling sensation in Fang Cai's mind gradually faded. However, Amu didn't know who Shen Yan was in front of him. Amu could only speculate from the conversation between Shen Yan and Xiao Luo that he should have a good relationship with this purple-clothed ghost-faced woman.

However, the specific situation is something that Amu does not dare to speculate about now. So Amu didn't know how to treat Shen Yan at this time, hesitated for a moment, and could only thank him politely.

"Thank you, Miss Shen?" As soon as Amu's words came out, Shen Yan's body was shocked. Like a head of cold water, poured down.

Amu's tone and title are absolutely unacceptable to Shen Yan!

"Wang Han, you call me...... Sink...... Girl?" Shen Yan's voice trembled slightly.

"Huh?" Amu was a little dazed, mainly because he didn't know what this Shen Yan meant. In fact, according to the cultivation, Amu changed his name to Shen Yan's senior, but Amu could hear that Shen Yan didn't seem to mean that.

"That's right!" Shen Yan seemed to smile bitterly, and said slowly, "On the day of the Immortal Ghost Sect, you had already said that you and I would break off our kindness and righteousness, and we would not owe each other! ”

"Huh?" Amu listened in a mist of clouds, what is this?

"Miss Shen, there may be some misunderstanding in this!" Amu said busily, "I met you for the first time today, and I didn't know you at all! I don't understand what you said! Who is Ming'er?"

Amu doesn't remember Shen Yan, and he doesn't remember Yu'er now. In Amu's memory, Yu'er was only hit by the Tears of Lethe, and it is not known who cast the spell.

"Huh?" Shen Yan seemed to be stunned, although through the ghost mask, Amu could feel Shen Yan's gaze, "Wang Han, have you lost your memory?"

"This?" Amu didn't know how to answer, "Probably not!

"What's at the center of your eyebrows?" At this time, the spell passed on by the water charm to Amu had become invalid, and the sword mark at the center of Amu's eyebrows appeared, which naturally would not escape Shen Yan's eyes.

"A high monk told me it was the Eight Bitter Seals!"

"Eight Bitter Seals?" Shen Yan said in surprise, and at the same time asked, "What about your cultivation?

With Shen Yan's realm, he naturally saw Amu's Buddha root at a glance, and at the same time, many questions arose. In fact, Shen Yan has a lot to say to Amu.

In the past two hundred and twenty years, where has Amu been? What has he done? However, Amu does not remember a word about himself, so Shen Yan can't speak.

For a while, Amu didn't know how to answer, and although the purple-clothed woman in front of him was shocked, Amu didn't know if he could fully trust it.

"The Eight Bitter Seals have sealed my cultivation, and I will re-cultivate the Buddha to break the seal!" When he said this, Amu instinctively stepped back.

All this naturally couldn't escape Shen Yan's eyes, although Amu only pushed a small step, but in Shen Yan's heart, it was like retreating thousands of miles.

"Eight Bitter Seals?" Shen Yan had never heard of such a technique, but in an instant, Shen Yan remembered Yu'er's tears of forgetting. The sword mark in the heart of Amu's eyebrows is like the tear mark in the heart of Yu'er's eyebrows.

At this time, the sword mark in the center of Amu's eyebrows was extremely dazzling in Shen Yan's eyes. Is it also to forget the past of three lives and three lives, and cut off the relationship between this life and the next life?

But Amu remembers everyone else, but not himself! This is almost a naked irony.

"You don't remember me at all?" Shen Yan asked again. At the same time, the Yin Yang Galaxy Diagram was sacrificed in the void by Shen Yan, and a starry enchantment was generated.

The face of the Supreme Ghost God receded, and Shen Yan revealed that peerless graceful face. His face was full of tears, but he looked at Amu with a smile.

"Wang Han, don't you really remember me, even the slightest?" Shen Yan's beautiful eyes looked at Amu, his voice trembling.

Amu just felt a heartache, and his brain tingled again.

At this time, because Amu remembered Yu'er's appearance of the tears of Lethe, Amu believed that he had forgotten the woman in front of him.

"No! you have appeared in my dreams. Amu smiled. This is not just a comfort, Meng Soul Village zuihou, Amu Zhen once saw the smiling face like pear blossoms with rain.

"That's enough!" Shen Yanyan smiled, this smile was enough to overwhelm all beings, "But, you really don't remember me, do you?"

Amu knew the pain of being ignored by important people, but Amu could only nod at this time, because he really didn't remember anything.

Love is like smoke, hate is like smoke. Love is as ethereal as smoke, and hatred is as dissipated as smoke.

"You can tell me the story of you and me! I believe it! I will believe it!" Amu blurted out this sentence. I don't know Weishenme, he especially doesn't want to see the tears of Shen Yan.

It was a heartache!

"Oh?" Shen Yan smiled like a flower when he heard Amu's words.

Amu's words, Shen Yan actually don't ask for what I want. Now Amu is in danger, and he chooses to believe in Shen Yan, which in itself is a kind of recognition.

However, Shen Yan shook his head.

"No need!" Shen Yan smiled, then looked in the direction of the black water in the west, and said to himself, "It turns out that it is such a pain to be forgotten by a loved one! God let me know the pain you once had." ”

"Forget me!" Shen Yan looked at Amu and smiled sadly, "Because, I may not be able to accompany you anymore in the future!

"Huh?" Amu looked at Shen Yan, unaware of the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes. At this moment, Amu's heart was like a numbness, like a knife cut, but he didn't know why it hurt. Two hundred and twenty years, Amu didn't have the heart to ask at all.

"Wang Han, let's go! Go to Brahma Temple, there will be someone to protect you on the way!" Shen Yan took a few steps forward until he walked in front of Amu.

"Forget me!" Shen Yan's tears ran down his cheeks, and then leaned over. At this moment, the peerless face that captivated the city and the country was flushed with an intoxicating flush.

"No matter what, in this life and the next life, I love eternity!" said Shen Yan, who kissed Amu lightly on the lips and immediately separated.

At this moment, Amu didn't know whether he was imprisoned by Shen Yan or by his own heartache. He could feel Shen Yan's endless sadness, and he could even feel the feeling that he and Shen Yan were connected by blood. At the center of Shen Yan's eyebrows, there seemed to be a beating of himself.

But he didn't know what to do!

Then, Zaijian Shen Yan suddenly formed a magic seal.

The Yin and Yang Galaxy Diagram was scattered, and the face of the Supreme Ghost God was revealed. Shen Yan gently patted Amu's shoulder, and a water-like magic circle appeared under Amu's feet.

Without waiting for Amu to say anything more, the magic circle fluctuated, and Amu disappeared instantly.

Two hundred and twenty years of time, everything that Shen Yan has experienced is vivid.

Shen Yan never thought that the two hundred and twenty years of expectation and search would be such a result, but Shen Yan accepted such a result.

In the cold night, Shen Yan isolated the void, tall figure, white hair like snow, it was endless loneliness.

At this time, a white figure gradually appeared in the void.