In the land of the shattered abyss, a high-pitched dragon groan suddenly sounded from the Yan Desert, which had been silent, and this dragon roar pierced the sky, shattering in all directions, and a huge gray gathering suddenly descended, suspended above the Yan Desert, the dragon eyes comparable to a lake were filled with endless majesty, staring ahead.

"Lord...... Master ......" The breath on Qingwu's body froze, and he stared blankly at the huge gray dragon in front of him, at this moment, Yan Hell no longer had dragon wings, and the whole looked like the Oriental Divine Dragon, but the coercion on his body was by no means comparable to those ordinary dragons.

Soon, the beautiful eyes of the light dance were full of joy, and after sixty years, Huo Xinchen finally woke up.

The next moment, the gray dragon disappeared, and Huo Xinchen's figure reappeared in front of the light dance, and Huo Xinchen had also been promoted to the realm of the first star of the Emperor at this moment.

Qingwu just wanted to step forward to say hello, but Huo Xinchen glanced at her slowly, Qingwu's delicate body trembled, and under that glance, she realized that she had a sense of humility for no reason.

"Emperor One, so weak!" Huo Xinchen stared at his hands and muttered.

At this moment, he has completely fused the memories of the previous eight lives, and the powerful feeling of immortality is still there, in Huo Xinchen's memory, the end of the eighth life and the current awakening are almost just the feeling of closing and opening their eyes, and as soon as their eyes are closed, they fall from the upper immortal to the first star of the Emperor of Zeus, this contrast is really big, and it is normal not to get used to it.

"Lord...... Are you Yan Prison or Huo Xinchen now......" Dancing asked lightly and tremblingly, because there was a high probability that it was not Huo Xinchen but the strange and terrifying Yan Prison in front of her.

Huo Xinchen's eyes glanced at the light dance, his eyes were full of confusion, and he murmured, "Huo Xinchen...... Huo Xinchen ...... Sikong ...... Plenilune...... Who am I, who am I, who am I, who am I......"

As he spoke, Huo Xinchen's eyes showed a look of pain, although he was a bystander in Yan Prison's memory, but he could fully feel Yan Prison's feelings and strength, if it was short, it would be easy to say, but for nearly 30,000 years, he had almost forgotten his Huo Xinchen and completely substituted into the world of Yan Prison.

But fortunately, Shuanganti Qiankun kept him a little awake, and the memories of Huo Xinchen's life were gradually remembered by him, but the memories of the past were too huge, and Huo Xinchen's head was like paste.

"Light...... Light dance, I want to be quiet......" Huo Xinchen patted his head, and said the name of light dance a little jerky, after all, he hadn't heard the name light dance for 30,000 years, and this memory really overwhelmed him.

"Good ......" lightly danced obediently and retreated, while Huo Xinchen worked hard to sort out this chaotic memory at the core of Yan Mo.

And this arrangement, it has been a hundred years, during which the Heavenly Tribulation has come three times, it seems that it should be that Mochizuki broke through the realm of the Heavenly Fall Realm, and now it should be the third turn of the Heavenly Fall, Qingwu was very happy to see this, but he was sincerely worried about Huo Xinchen.

Finally, one day a hundred years later, Huo Xinchen finally walked out of the core of Yan Mo, no, it was Mochizuki's body that came out, this time Mochizuki's eyes were clear, and he was no longer confused before.

Qingwu looked at Mochizuki stupidly, because he became a cultivator of the three turns of the skyfall, under the increase of the fairy spirit holy body and the phoenix clan, the beauty of Mochizuki at this moment is so beautiful that it makes people feel unreal, and the temperament of the whole person has also undergone earth-shaking changes, the youth has faded, and now it is dusty and elegant, coupled with the innate fairy temperament, even if she is intelligent, she has to sigh that all the beauty in the world is gathered on Mochizuki's body.

But Qingwu knew that Mochizuki had the memory of the Eighth Emperor of Hell, although it looked so peerless and peerless from the outside, but once it became fierce, all the strong people left over from ancient times would tremble.

"Suddenly changed back to Mochizuki, it's been a long time!" Mochizuki muttered, her beautiful eyes full of surprise, after all, in her eyes, she had only reused this woman's body after 30,000 years, which was exceptionally fresh.

"Are you the master or the ...... of Yan Prison," Qingwu wondered, even she didn't know Mochizuki's current situation at the moment.

Mochizuki said, "There are only Huo Xinchen and Sikong Mochizuki in this world, no, there should be a high probability that my male body title will be Yan Prison in the future!"

Qingwu threw herself into Mochizuki's arms with a look of surprise, and cried with joy, "Master, welcome back!"

Mochizuki touched the little head of the light dance, her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness, and she chuckled, "Well, I'm back!"

In the eighth life, he has also broken all the red dust past, of course, in addition to the guilt of Tianji, the ninth life will be a new him, Yan Prison has died on the road of revenge, and now there is no Yan Prison in this world, only Huo Xinchen and Sikong Wangyue!

"By the way, master, why don't you use a male body?" Qingwu asked curiously, could it be that Huo Xinchen had completely degenerated?

Mochizuki said, "Actually, if you are a man, my first eight lives have been studied for 30,000 years, and everything that can be developed has been developed, but the laws of space have less contact and have great development potential.

Mochizuki's beautiful eyes are full of enthusiasm for exploring new knowledge, after all, the former Eighth Yan Prison was a quite famous teacher and scholar, and Huo Xinchen also inherited this, and now he is a combination of Huo Xinchen and Yan Prison!

"Lord...... Master, you ......" Qingwu looked at Mochizuki worriedly, because Mochizuki's tone just now was not like Huo Xinchen at all, but wanted to be Yan Prison's tone.

Mochizuki said with a smile, "Fusion of 30,000 years of memory, it's impossible to want to be the same as before?!But no matter what, I'm me, and this will never change!"

"Hmm!" Qingwu nodded.

Then Mochizuki looked at the pitch-black Yan Desert and sighed, "Old man, you've been dusted!"

As soon as Mochizuki's words fell, the layer of black on the surface of Yan Mo's body, which was originally pitch black, directly collapsed into countless particles, dissipating between heaven and earth, revealing its original face again.

However, Mochizuki was not happy, but looked up at the black sky mark in the sky, that was when Hei Yao fled before, he broke Yan Mo's barrier, and now although he has obtained the memory of Yan Prison, but the realm and materials are not enough, there is no way to repair it, once it is repaired, Yan Mo will return to the peak, but the machine spirit is gone, and the strength will definitely drop a lot, which is a huge pity.

(End of chapter)