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Her hair hung down and looked like it had never been trimmed. Only a piece of gold feather is worn on the ear for decoration. Skirts spread out like peacocks on the high platform. The ancient tribes were united by faith, and she was the god in their hearts. Like a precious work of art, displayed in the most protected forbidden place of the people, it stands high in that corner, as if it has never moved.

She is solemn but beautiful, as if she should not belong to this ancient world!

"My name is Luohua!" She was polite and spread out her right hand, which meant to give a seat.

She sat down generously. The sister did not dare to accept this gift, but stood upright beside her. She felt that the Luohua in front of her must be the person who promised to "leave a soul" that day. She didn't know what the deal was at the time, but she figured it out later.

It should be Hengtian's kiss, awakening some memories beyond the illusion. She remembered that the ancestor God Monarch Changxuan shattered the souls of the Yuling clan, sank to the bottom of the smoke and secluded lake, and never reborn! Thousands of years later, the Yuling clan - the clan is wiped out! The daughter of the patriarch of the Yuling clan, through the witch clan's witchcraft, left a soul, but it was left for the current god Jun Hengtian. The mortals who returned to the Nine Heavens fell into the smoke and used the ** pool at the bottom of the Heavenly Pool to create this illusion, wanting to trap the Divine Monarch Hengtian!

And Hengtian, like her, needs time to slowly wake up in this illusion?

If this illusion is just a reappearance, why would they go back to ancient times? And according to legend, it was supposed to be Hengtian who rescued Luo Yan, the daughter of the patriarch of the Yuling clan who was chased by demons. The seriously injured should be a mortal who falls into the smoke, and she will remain in the world, and it should be when the clan will be wiped out after a thousand years.

How could it become a serious injury to Hengtian at this moment? That smoke has become his savior? Could it be that when they fled, mortals had already thought of leaving a soul behind? Or...... Where is the truth?

And this witch clan, she had hardly heard of it. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at the patriarch Luohua again, and inadvertently saw a piece of Qinglan jade hanging from her waist, the carving was so strange that it was so familiar that it was piercing. She was suddenly shocked!

"Why are you disturbing my people today?" Luohua recalled her lost eyes.

"I've got you covered! Oh no, she's got you! The sister beside her looked at her and replied in time.

"It's not a small tone." She glanced at them as if she were a god to be taken lightly.

"You know better than anyone else about the attack power of the black antbeast." The sister bowed her head, not daring to look at each other.

"She just wanted to keep a few strands of soul. Why are you? ”

A few wisps of soul? She was amazed!

Mortals should fall into smoke after a thousand years, shouldn't they just get a wisp of soul? Why do they become a few wisps at this point?

She suddenly remembered what a mortal said on Xianyu Mountain: "I have no memory of the thousands of years on Qingyu's body. I'm afraid that the soul is very weak and doesn't know what to ask for. Now I know why I'm here. ”

What if she could have retained more of her soul during the days of their first acquaintance?

She looked up at Luohua's eyes, trying to capture some stories from her eyes that did not belong in this fantasy. Luohua didn't avoid her and looked at her directly, her expression was calm and calm, and she was indeed the patriarch.

What did she fall into just a fantasy? Or is it the reincarnation of history? The extremely old conversation suddenly floated in my ears:

Wuhiko: "When will it be possible for the Divine Monarch to promise the deity?" ”

Shenjun Hengtian: "It is not easy to go back to history against the sky and reproduce the things of 6,000 years ago. I haven't been able to open the Wheel of Fortune yet, and I'm afraid I'll have to wait a while. ”

Wuhiko: "As long as the Divine Monarch is willing, it won't get in the way if he waits a little longer." ”

Shenjun Hengtian: "The grace of God to save lives will not be forgotten." If you are not sure, this wheel of fate cannot be reversed. Otherwise, we all risk returning to the sky. ”

At that time, she was still curious and asked, "What is the wheel of fortune?" ”

……

Master wants to go back to history for 6,000 years, who wants to go back to this ancient world? What if it was she who saved Hengtian when they escaped in ancient times? What if she left more than one soul at that time? What if the soul that had been attached to Qing Yu's body for thousands of years later realized the importance of Hengtian? If...... The rest of the story will be completely rewritten!

And this wheel of fortune is reversed, and they are all in danger of feathering. If Divine Monarch Hengtian and Chang Xuan feathered at the same time - she didn't dare to imagine it anymore!

Who are you going to kill? I'm here to meet you! All I have to do is take him away from the high wall! She looked at the patriarch and said with a sign word: The wheel of fortune is not reversible for us! These few wisps of soul can't be left to her!

"How do you know I want to kill?" The patriarch was surprised.

I heard it in the stone passage that day—and she wasn't going to hide it.

"Good! Within three days, you will bring the patriarch of the Yuling clan to see me! To live! I will not leave her soul! Luo Hua suddenly laughed.

Before I leave here, I want to see him.

"You'll see him when you come back!" After speaking, Luohua turned around, actually stepped into the stone wall, and disappeared in front of their eyes.

She suddenly understood that Luohua wanted to hide him, and there were stone caves and stone walls everywhere, how could she find him? Unless she has the ability to overturn all the rocky mountains here.

She looked at the direction in which Luohua disappeared in a daze, and suddenly thought of the Luohua Pavilion of the Heavenly Tilting Palace, which was the name that Master Wuyan gave her former living room!

"I promised her that you must live happily." That was the last word she heard from her master, before the Divine Monarch's wedding banquet, the fairy sound crane dance on Immortal Crane Island......

Mother?! She suddenly came out of nowhere, and she was so frightened that she was in a cold sweat. In her memory, her mother is a blank picture, she has sketched countless times, but she never thought that she would meet like this? If she is her mother, then who is her father? She had been a mortal - no doubt she should have had a father and a mother like any other child.

Lord Ling Feng stepped into the stone house, put his right hand across his chest, bowed and said, "My lord, on the orders of the patriarch, I will do my best to assist you until the task is completed." ”

The sister hurriedly dragged her back to the illusion or the reality of the ancient world.

"Lord Ling Feng is familiar with the road, and he will obey the arrangement of the adult until he finds the Yuling clan." The sister looked at her and replied.

On the day he left the Witch Clan, there was no sign of him on the walls.

Hengtian, you don't belong here. Don't wait for me to come back!

She is convinced that all he needs is time. Who can take away the power of the Divine Monarch against the sky? One last glance at the high wall, she turned around and disappeared into the second uncle's backyard.

In this history repeating itself, she seems to have accidentally become a spectator; It's more like she's picking up a new chapter. But whatever the reason, she knew that this qiē had to end. Hengtian couldn't drag his stump leg like this without pain, and she couldn't even look at him from such a distance?

She steered the black ant beast in the direction of the Feather Bell Clan, with Arnold and her sister sitting behind her, and by her side was Lord Ling Feng, who was controlling the termite beast. They tread through the grass, crossed countless streams, and re-entered the ancient forest. As far as the eye could see, except for the lush ancient trees and some sparse beast corpses, there were no other living creatures. She looked at the little ant and thought to herself: When she escaped, the roar of the beast alone was enough to scare her to death. Now it's so depressed. Couldn't it all be fed for him?

The little ant "sneered-" stretched out its tongue, rolled up the branches and leaves on its head to the mouth, chewed and swallowed, as if to imply: I am a vegetarian.

Although Ling Feng and Arnold did not speak, their expressions were extremely nervous. As the corpses of the beasts gathered more and more, they clenched their fists, and they looked in all directions and listened in all directions. Jumping out of the ancient forest, their eyes suddenly widened, but their faces turned pale with fright.

Millions of corpses, blood-stained ...... The ghoul birds and beasts should be screaming in the air, but their voices are hoarse and sad—this endless battlefield, she suddenly felt so familiar. The sun and the moon dream in the morning, Changxuan is proudly independent......

She harnessed the little ants, stepped over countless giant corpses, and was bent on finding the Changxuan who was once proud of the shadow and was independent of the sea of blood.

"What is Xiaoyu looking for?" Seeing the little ants running around, Arnold couldn't help but ask.

The sister looked at her, shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Find a living person!" ”

"In the ancient battlefield, there will be no living corpses!" Even though Ling Feng said this, the termite beast still kept turning over the corpse, afraid that he was also looking forward to a certain living mouth.

Is it demons and protoss? She looked at Ling Feng.

"Ugly people are classified as demons, like these. Count the gods who are good-looking, like those. Ling Feng said, the termite beast seemed to understand his intentions, the left claw grabbed a huge evil and ugly monster, dangling in the air, and the right claw picked a small one among the old corpses, like picking up a dead worm - that white hair?

Changxuan! She was so anxious that her hands flew in the air, and her mouth was in a hurry. The little ant didn't know about the sudden change, so she was so anxious that she kicked over the termite beast, snatched the "dead insect", and threw it at her behind her.

Arnold stepped forward and said, "Bang bang!" It was just a few slaps, and his mouth shouted: "Wake up!" Wake up! This trick really worked, and I saw that the eyes hidden in the white hair opened slightly, and then fainted.

Arnold suddenly exclaimed: "Ah! Engong! He could see the handsome face in his white hair. She ignored Arnold's surprise and only breathed a sigh of relief, at least Changxuan was still alive.

Let's rest here for a while. She looked at her sister.

"Let's rest here - won't we, the corpses stink here?" Halfway through her speech, my sister couldn't help but add the second half of the sentence herself.

She sat silently behind the little ant, thinking to herself that if this was the reappearance of the wheel of fortune, the pink woman should appear at this time, and that was the scene of their first acquaintance. But after sitting for a few days, not to mention the woman, even the ghoul bird couldn't stand the stench of the gradually decomposing corpse, and flew away.

"Xiaoyu, if you don't find a doctor, Engong is afraid that it will be ......," Arnold kept reminding.

Help me keep an eye out for a woman in pink, only she can save him! She gestured and nodded slightly at Ling Feng. Ling Feng led the termite beast to lead the way. Since the last time the ant gave the termite beast a kick, they have not looked at each other since.

The remains of the ancient beasts stretched for hundreds of miles, and there were also the human races involved in them, which made them feel chilled. Fortunately, there were beasts and ants walking, and before dark, they were far away from the smell of corpses, and finally came to a grassland, only to see sparse tents built everywhere, and there were many figures scurrying during the period.

"The witch tribe likes to live in groups, and the feather bell tribe is mostly nomadic. Every year on the cold day, their headquarters clan will gather the leaders of the scattered tribes for a few days. Follow them and always find the patriarch. Ling Feng stopped walking. At this time, they were standing on the top of a dirt slope, surrounded by dense jungle, far from the giant nomadic tent.

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