Reincarnation III, I will not forget!

"Okay!" Granny Qianhua listened to Amu's words, but smiled bitterly.

Then, Granny Qianhua glanced up at the void, as if she wanted to see through the night, and said slowly, "Within the Three Realms, it is said that there is a river Lethe River, surging continuously. I don't know where it is, I don't know where it is, I don't know where it starts and ends! Legend has it that if you drink the water of the Lechuan River, you can forget the past of the three lives and the three lives, and you can cut off the love of this life and the next life!"

Granny Qianhua's voice was extremely low, and at this time, the audience was silent, and it seemed that everyone wanted to know what was going on, and they were all attracted.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and there was once a holy woman, whose name was like smoke, and her elegance was peerless! Legend has it that it came from the unknowable Tianzhou Infinite Realm, with the mysterious Liliang. She has a divine skill, called 'Tears of Lethe River', which is the ultimate spell within the Three Realms, which can change the sky and change lives, and can block reincarnation. In this case, there are red marks on the center of the eyebrows, which are like tear stains, and they can also forget the past of three lives and break the love of this life and the next life. Therefore, the person who is in this technique is no longer a person, and the heart is no longer a heart!"

Forget the past of three lives, and break the love of this life and the next life. Therefore, the person who fell into this spell is no longer human, and the heart is no longer the heart! The words of Granny Qianhua echoed in everyone's ears, but everyone present had never heard of this technique.

Ghosts are like smoke, but there are a few people who know, such as black and white priests, such as Dongfang Hongtian, such as Wen Muran.

The ghost girl is like smoke, the most powerful and mysterious saint in the history of the Immortal Ghost Sect!

The goddess of heaven and the ghost girl, the sea is invincible. This is the monk above the scattered soul, only to know the words of the sea wilderness, can be as famous as the Heavenly Maiden Phantom Flower, is it a layman?

It's just because the ghost is too low-key. Even for the people inside the Immortal Ghost Sect, the ghost is like smoke and that is just a legend. Even many monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect did not believe that the Holy Maiden Ghost Ruyan really existed.

The saints of the Immortal Ghost Sect have portraits of the saints in the past dynasties that have been handed down in the world, but only the saints and ghosts are like smoke, just a name.

Ghosts are like smoke?

In fact, at this moment, Amu should have thought of the beautiful and gorgeous woman in black who was lying in the Hell Ghost Domain, guarded by countless runes in the 10,000-year-old ice crystal coffin!

At this moment, Amu has been staring at Yu'er, staring at the red tear stain at the center of Yu'er's eyebrows.

"The tears of Lethe! You can forget the past of the three lives and three lives, and you can cut off the relationship between this life and the next life!" Amu tried his best to control his emotions, his hands clenched into fists, his bones were already white, and he said in a trembling voice, "Mother-in-law, this technique ...... Can it be solved?"

That's the crux of the matter!

Amu asked, but Granny Qianhua fell silent.

"Mother-in-law, can this technique be solved?" Amu asked again, his nails had been buckled into the flesh, oozing blood, but he was completely unstoppable. Mother-in-law Qianhua didn't answer, and Amu already knew that it might not be a good thing.

Granny Qianhua was still silent, she didn't know how to answer Amu.

At this moment, the entire Halloween Palace fell into another kind of suffocation. It seems that everyone is waiting for Mother-in-law Qianhua's answer, but in fact, this answer, except for Amu, basically has nothing to do with them.

"Mother-in-law, can this technique be solved?" Amu asked for the third time, but his tone suddenly calmed, but that kind of calm was extremely terrifying.

"It is said—" Granny Qianhua said very emphatically, with the intention of explaining that her answer was not necessarily accurate, "this technique...... No solution!"

There is no solution to this technique! These four words slammed into Amu's heart like a heavy hammer.

Even everyone present was also shocked in their hearts, but they could forget the past of the three lives and the three lives, and they could break the relationship between this life and the next life. Isn't this technique the same as killing this person? It may even be more painful to kill this person.

Is Granny Qianhua's words true?

"Wow-" In a hurry, Amu spurted out a mouthful of blood. Amu naturally believed Granny Qianhua's words, but this was not the answer he wanted!

Everyone present was moved, although they didn't really understand what the relationship between this Immortal Ghost Sect Holy Maiden and Amu was, and they didn't know whether it was true or not. However, everyone could feel the sadness of Amu scattered in the void.

In the corner, Xiao Luo frowned slightly, and Wen Muran was in a hurry. Such a scene was definitely not expected by him, but all changes had to be used by me, which was Wen Muran's realm.

The meaning of Wen Muran's existence is only for the sake of being too wild! He thought about the impact of everything on the barrenness, the pros and cons.

Outside the field, there is also a special character, who is the plum blossom essence Wu'er from the Northern Wilderness and the Northern White City.

"Tears of Lethe!" The essence of the plum blossom looked at the red-clothed feather, and couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart. In the entire Halloween Palace, except for Amu, the only person who has seen the former Yu'er is actually this plum blossom spirit.

No matter what others think, the essence of plum blossoms believes what Granny Thousand Flowers says. The essence of plum blossoms knows that Yu'er, the holy daughter of the Immortal Ghost Sect, must be Amu's sister.

Forty years ago, on that northern night, she had seen the little girl in red standing beside the mysterious old man.

The Netherworld Pupil that can look at the Three Realms, the innate ghost body, how could the Plum Blossom Essence Wu'er forget?

Moreover, on that mysterious night, the only thing that the Emperor of the Desolation and the others were certain of was that the girl in red was taken away by the Black Water Raiding Monk.

Three years ago, Amu came to the small shop in Baicheng alone, looking for Master and Yu'er. If it weren't for the mad monk Master Tianxiu, the Emperor of the Desolation would have already killed Amu.

Some people want to forget the past because of pain. But how unfortunate are some people who have no past?

Yu'er was imprisoned in the void, silent, but with a sneer and disdain on her face.

People are no longer people, and hearts are no longer hearts. She would never believe the words of Granny Qianhua, because she remembered all the past about her.

Born in the black water, grown in the black water.

She has been to every corner of this Ten Thousand Saints Palace, she knows every cave on the Netherworld Mountain, and she even loves every grass and tree in this Immortal Ghost Sect.

She had seen the ghost saint on the top of the Netherworld, and she had seen the magic harp at the gate of hell.

She was born as a Blackwater person, and she died as a ghost of the Holy Sect! She was the peerless darling of the Black Water, and she was a saint daughter above ten thousand people under one person of the Immortal Ghost Sect.

There is no doubt about that!

Looking at Amu, Yu'er's heart did not melt, but gradually became cold. The demon cultivator in front of her is her enemy.

In the Immortal Ghost Sect, naturally no one believed the words of Granny Qianhua. The black and white priest has a calm complexion, without sorrow or joy.

However, only they knew what they were thinking in their hearts, and they were actually thinking the same as Wen Muran. Because, they are not real black and white priests, but too wild double wolves.

The sect master of the Immortal Ghost Sect is here safely, but the black big cloud seems to fluctuate slightly. No one knows why this puppet-like sect master has been sitting here.

Everyone was thinking about their own thoughts, and in the Immortal Ghost Sect, there was an ominous calm.

Like the peace and silence of the night before the storm.

"Snow!"

At some point, suddenly, the sky was full of clouds, which made the originally heavy night even darker.

"Snow—"

More people felt the snow!

Snow, heavy snow!

The ocean is sprinkled, and the goose feathers and snow fall from the sky, rolling up the sky. An endless sorrow spreads out and fills the heavens and the earth, what kind of sorrow is that?

At this time, all the monks of the Immortal Ghost Sect had a great change in their faces.

The black and white priest was even more stunned.

Because, in fact, the ghost town is a huge barrier. Time and space are different here, and the weather of the four seasons does not rotate with the sun and the moon. A ghost town is an independent kingdom.

However, how can it snow fall in the ghost town?

The black and white priest suddenly had an extremely ominous premonition.

Nine thousand years, black and white sacrifices, I have never seen snow fall in a ghost town, and I have never experienced such sadness.

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And at this time, I don't know where and where.

A young monk in a water cloud robe, standing in the vast snow. The appearance of the young monk is not handsome, but his bearing is by no means ordinary, especially the pair of eyes, which are not shocking and bottomless.

When the snow was falling in the Western Black Narcissus Ghost Sect's Halloween Palace, the young monk looked at the black water.

"Devil's tears!" a strange color flashed in the young monk's eyes, "Is this the devil's summoning to me?"

Northern Wilderness. On the Holy Mountain of the Three Realms.

Leng Yu looked down at the sea wilderness, and naturally set his eyes on the black water. Everything is vivid, but Leng Yu's immortal heart has long been as calm as water, and when she withdrew the spell and let Amu leave safely, she would no longer hinder everything.

"Demons, non-demons, let the wheel of cause and effect turn!" Leng Yu sighed.

Let the devil's tears fly! Let the snowflakes fly!

The moment the vast snow fell in the Ten Thousand Saints Palace, the sea desolation domains shook.

Inside a small hotel in the White City of the Northland.

A thin monk in tattered clothes and barefoot was sloppy, his face was a little pale, but he continued to drink.

A white-haired hunchbacked old man was slowly wiping a copper wine jug with a white rag at the small counter. The white-haired hunchbacked old man rubbed very lightly and slowly.

A mad monk who is one of the thirteen demons of the sea wilderness.

An emperor of the wilderness who used to be dominant.

"Come on, wait for all these unjust souls to be ...... Cross...... Go, and you'll be free!" the mad monk was drunk, his eyes were hazy, and some of his words were vague.

"Thank you!" Xiao Tianting, the Emperor of the Great Desolation, didn't say anything, but just wiped the copper kettle very lightly and slowly.

He looked up, and the gap in the realm allowed him to perceive the heavy snow and sorrow in the Black Water Ghost City. However, bound by the snow array, he couldn't know much.

However, the black water has changed, but it is the conclusion in his heart.

Wu'er has already gone to Blackwater, and he believes that there will be the latest news soon.

"Ten thousand years of waiting! Seven seven forty-nine years of breaking the formation! I am the emperor of the desolation, but I will definitely face the sea desolation again!" Xiao Tianting, the emperor of the desolation, did not have fanaticism in his eyes, but there was a calm determination.

"Don't forget, your agreement with me!" the mad monk suddenly drank the bowl of wine in front of him with a bleak smile. Maybe this thirteen demons of the sea wilderness, the monk of Brahma Temple, doesn't know whether his choice is right or wrong.

Only time can confirm everything.

The moment the vast snow fell in the Ten Thousand Saints Palace, the sea desolation domains shook.

The Three Realms of Heaven and Earth, I don't know how many pairs, penetrate the clouds, penetrate the interface, and penetrate the eyes of all obstacles.