Mottled, complex, multitude.

The pain, the hatred, the remorse, all came to mind.

It swept over her head like a stormstream.

The swelling is unbearably painful, and the pain is unbearable.

Swept by this stream of memory fragments, there was something that tightly shackled her head.

The pressure was so tight that her exploding memories had nowhere to release.

It hurts, it hurts...

The picture flowed like water, swaying gently, so fast that she couldn't grasp anything.

Only at the last moment, she saw it.

In that purple crystal cave in the Netherworld.

The cave where the crystals were stacked on top of each other.

Crystal clear, emitting a faint purple light, faintly illuminating the entire cave.

Inside the cave, two people hold swords against each other, facing each other.

One was dressed in black, the other in white.

Dressed in black, she is the Lord of the Seventh Temple, the Nether Ghost Night Hime.

Dressed in white is Cang Ling, the god of war in the fairy world, the first in the Six Realms.

Memories were like flowing water, rolled into her mind, slowly replayed.

She could feel the tension and anxiety of the atmosphere at that time, and the murderous aura between the two was full of anger.

The white flame-like mark on Cang Ling's forehead was particularly obvious, matched with his ice-blue eyes.

At a glance, it is like crashing into an eternal cold iceberg and river, without a trace of warmth.

At that time, he was not as soft as he is now, only hard and cold.

And at that time, the ghost night hime had a very heavy demonic aura on her body, and her aura was very strong, and on top of her exquisite face, she was slaughtered.

Dressed in black, she is like a ghost queen from the netherworld, with a single hand and a foot, she can easily reap her life.

Just one glance is enough to make people shy away and dare not look directly.

At that time, in the cave, Cang Ling and Zhi Xi had a big fight.

The mana of the two of them is very strong, one black and one white, one god and one demon, and the cold qi of the demon brake is mixed together.

The entire purple cave was crumbling, barely able to withstand the aftermath of the mana of the two.

The sound of swords colliding with each other is particularly clear in the purple cave, and every blow touches people's hearts.

A master's move, every bit is crucial.

At this moment, Zhixi's wrist suddenly hurt, and a strange smell wafted out of her wrist.

She lowered her head and saw that there was a red line crawling on the back of her hand.

Gu worms!

She scolded in her heart, she didn't expect that she would be calculated by Oniyasha!

Is this to kill her?

At this time, are you crazy?

A burst of anger suddenly rose in Zhixi's heart.

It was at this moment that she shook her hand and slowed down her movements, and she was caught by Cang Ling in an instant.

Cang Ling raised his hand and slapped her with a palm.

She was unexpectedly thrown to the ground of the crystal cave.

Just as she was about to get up, Cang Ling had already pounced on her.

Cang Ling pressed her shoulders with one hand and covered her head with the other.

He condensed his mana, retracted his five fingers, and poured it into her mind with mana.

"Ahh

He screamed miserably, and his face turned pale with pain, and his face was distorted.

Zhi Xi understood that Cang Ling was trying to use violence to extract her memories, wanting to get the news that she couldn't get from her mouth.

This man is really scary, he doesn't beat around the bush at all, and he doesn't want to interrogate anything.