The Divine Realm Hall had long been in chaos, the songs and laughter disappeared in an instant, and the gods struggling with pain could be seen everywhere. On the high platform, there were only four shadows left—Divine Monarch Hengtian, Jiang Li, and the two sons of the Demon King Nameless—Leng Ran and Wu Nian, and only the two mortal women in the audience were watching.

"They, they don't seem to be gods?" Wu Nian glanced back at them and said to himself.

She finally woke up: the Divine Pill is only effective for God!

"It doesn't matter if she's a god or a ghost, just kill her." Coldly yelled.

"Okay, only kill gods!" No thought stubbornly answered.

"Good!" Leng Ran turned to look at them and smiled charmingly.

The smile was extremely weird, as if there was a kind of magical power that held her thoughts. Immediately, a huge magical spinning top appeared in front of him, spinning and spinning again. In a trance, she unconsciously sat on the rotating wooden horse, and fell together, watching her favorite childhood plaything whirling in the air. As if in an instant, the soul was ingested and withdrawn, leaving only the body of the flesh standing alone.

Suddenly, the plaything flashed into a sky full of silver flakes, as thin as a blade flying out. She was not afraid at all and greeted her with a smile. If it weren't for the next few sharp "clanging" crashes to awaken her consciousness, she would have been afraid of being killed on the spot. When she woke up, she was scared into a cold sweat, and she fell into Jiang Li's hands before she had time to call for help, and she suddenly felt that the strength of the arm bend was a little weak, which was very inconsistent with the identity of the god, and it seemed that the injury was not light. However, fortunately, he pulled her in time to avoid the hidden weapon.

"Where's my sister?"

Holding Jiang Li's arm tightly, she didn't forget to look around to find Qinglan's shadow. Seeing that Shenjun Hengtian flashed back to the sky not far away, it was my sister Qinglan who was surrounded by her white sleeves, her face was ruddy, and she seemed to be fine. The hanging heart suddenly relaxed.

Jiang Li suddenly slapped her on the shoulder, and the seemingly empty force led her into the air, and finally fell into the back of a crane hovering in a sea of clouds. The crane immediately sped away. Although she missed her sister, Jiang Li still had her strength, and it seemed that she was deliberately stabilizing her body and not allowing half a step to move. Moments later, a beautiful island appeared in front of her eyes, suspended among the thick clouds. Tens of thousands of cranes fly high around the island, or play in waterfalls, or walk in the jungle......

"Crane Island?" She muttered to herself.

Suddenly, I heard a fantastic flute sound, and I saw countless cranes quietly spreading their wings and flying in the direction of the flute. The one below her was no exception, and it carefully flapped its wings to follow the cranes, as if afraid of interrupting the beautiful rhythm of the divine sound. Finally, the cranes landed on the branches, stone walls, or between the clear ponds, or closed their eyes or stared at and listened quietly.

"Mizuru Song?" She muttered to herself again.

Following the sound of the flute, she searched among the mountains and jungles, and finally saw the elegant figure hanging high among the cliffs - the flute with her thin fingers, Shen Yun can shock the heavens and the earth. That momentum, except for the god Venerable Wuyan, who else can there be?

"No God! Something is wrong! The Escape—"

She was so anxious that she screamed wildly, and her throat was suddenly blocked by something, and she could no longer speak.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Suddenly, a mysterious sound slipped by. Only then did she notice that on the opposite cliff, there was another figure floating - not inferior in appearance, especially the white hair was extremely dazzling. Between them was a cascading waterfall, splashing but not audible. I'm afraid that only in the divine realm can there be such an unnatural scene.

"What's so scary?"

Accompanied by a leisurely flute rhyme, Wuyan's strong and low divine voice sounded in the air.

"Twenty years ago, in order to save a silver snow, almost killed Nameless. Now that thousands of gods have taken the Divine Pill, how to treat it? ”

"Nameless will definitely be saved, and he will only save one god - Jiang Li. Everything else is just a decoration, dispensable. ”

What about the Divine Monarch Hengtian? The king of heaven and earth is so important, how can he be dispensable?

She was so anxious that she opened her mouth, but unfortunately she couldn't shout a note, so she could only stomp her feet desperately. The poor crane could only endure it, not daring to alarm half a step.

"It's just a dream, what's the pity?" Wuyan continued to say coldly.

Dream Shadow? She was stunned! Then he laughed at himself and thought: How can I, a mortal, understand the dialogue of God?

"Hahaha, that's right. Now there are only Benjun and you, as well as Jiang Li, and the memory of the three gods is complete. The things before and after Hengmeng are known by heart. As for the Divine Monarch Hengtian, he is just a dream shadow who can't find the primordial god. Following the path of fate that should have been taken, marrying a wife and having children, it can be described as happy, and you will never know that you are just a shadow in the original realm. ”

"The deity just wants to know that twenty years ago, after the Divine Flower Banquet where mortals fell into smoke, the heavenly pool was destroyed, why didn't the Divine Monarch Hengtian return?"

"You can't even take the Seven Xuan Sword, what is the Heaven Destroying Pool to you? If you want to know, you can definitely go back to history by yourself, why do you need to ask Benjun? ”

The flute stopped abruptly, and Wuyan finally raised his head, looked at the white-haired figure on the cliff, and said with a calm expression:

"Is it so important to win the deity? Don't you realize that we are all other people's playthings? ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"Being too obsessed with something in my life often narrows my eyes. You, the plaything, have only one thought from the time of formation - to win the deity. The Buddha-figure is to live for the sake of guiding your thoughts. It's just a bureau that makes us have no time to care about anything else, and we can't see anything outside the boundary. ”

With a long sigh from Wuyan, the white-haired figure stopped talking, as if in deep thought. Standing behind the cranes, she looked at them without hesitation, trying to remember. But there is no story of God in his mind, how can he remember such a white-haired god? The white-haired figure suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes shining brightly, as if penetrating her mind and reaching into the depths of her soul.

The first god is Changxuan! It occurred to her that name. In the past 20 years in the world, she has more or less heard some myths and legends, knowing that there are kings in the god clan, but she has never seen the so-called gods, let alone the style of kings. At this time, the name of "Changxuan" appeared in her heart, and she was extremely sure, which scared her.

"Who, who are the reincarnations of your beloved disciples?"

They? Does it refer to my sister and her? I don't know where the courage came from, she raised her head to meet Chang Xuan's gaze, and seemed to want to find out why.

"It doesn't matter."

Wuyan's flute sounded again, as if dissolved into some kind of charm, and it was comforting to listen to, and the fear in her heart was miraculously soothed.

"How are you going to place them?"

"Mortals should stay in the dust realm and wait for the reincarnation of fate."

The cranes seemed to hear the parting meaning in the flute, and they spread their wings and flew away. She was taken away without any choice and ended up on the familiar Fairy Feather Mountain. There were already two fairy maids who had to be ordered to wait, and when they saw her, they didn't say much, but just led the way back to the ancient vine hanging house.

This loft is not large, but it is elegantly laid out. The ground floor is fully equipped with kitchenware and luxurious tables and chairs, and there is a corridor outside the pavilion for the family banquet and the view, which is where they last gathered. The upper floor is also divided into three bedrooms, equipped with beds, cupboards, small tables and chairs. Through the purple wood windows, you can also enjoy the fantastic natural beauty, which is not luxurious but also comfortable. In the third bedroom on the upper floor of the attic, she saw her sister and Jiang Li leaning on the bed.

"I thought you could talk about it." Jiang Li opened his mouth first, with a reluctant smile.

"You think I'm a god? I was denied even the opportunity to speak. ”

She responded while watching her sister carefully bring the tea to Jiang Li. Seeing Jiang Li's hand holding the cup trembling slightly, she felt sad for a while, and wanted to help but didn't know where to start.

"You rest first."

Seeing her standing stupidly, Qinglan immediately pointed to the empty chair on one side, asked her to sit down, and then poured her a cup of tea.

"What happened to you?"

She didn't dare to say the word "escape", after all, she was a god, and she had to give some face. Qinglan glanced at Jiang Li, and saw that he closed his eyes and didn't seem to mind their conversation, so she whispered:

"Later, it was the four great gods who arrived, and those two little devils hurriedly fled from the heavenly realm."

"The Four Great Gods are not at the Feast?"

In fact, she didn't know what the four gods were, but her sister's tone attached so much importance to them, and she could scare away the culprits, or the god venerable level, presumably the god's skills were extraordinary. Since it is so important, it is a little strange that there is no invitation to the feast of God. Her words were also blurted out, wanting to know why.

"It is said that at that time, it was just an ordinary banquet in the Heavenly Realm, and it did not alarm the Venerable Ones who adhered to the east, west, north and south of the mortal realm."

A dark shadow suddenly flashed into the pavilion, it was nameless. The sisters immediately stopped talking and stepped aside.

"Finally waiting for you, if you don't come again, I'll feather on my own." Jiang Li closed his eyes and said softly.

"It can't be melted." As he spoke, Nameless hurriedly stuffed the pill into his mouth.

"Hmm. Just keep me alive for a few years! The lost spiritual power can be cultivated on its own. Jiang Li finally opened his eyes and looked at the nameless smile.

"This king still has to travel all over the world, how can he have extra spiritual power to give?!" Nameless gave a rare smile.

She finally saw a face with a different expression, but her heart was extremely heavy. Everyone could see that their laughter was nothing more than mutual comfort. If what Wuyan said is true, Nameless will only save Jiang Li, and will seriously injure himself because of this, then what will happen to Divine Monarch Hengtian? When their lives were on the line, it was the Divine Monarch Hengtian who protected them with the domineering spirit of the king of heaven and earth. For that alone, they owe him all their lives.

"How do they arrange it?" Jiang Li glanced at them and asked softly.

"At least my Six Realms won't disturb each other, and I believe that Wuyan won't let the Protoss cause trouble. They are only mortal in life, and they are not worthy of the wrath of heaven and earth. "I didn't look back without a name, and I said it extremely plainly.

One hundred years, all life is like this. How to chase his immortality?

Suddenly feeling sad, she immediately turned her head and looked at the red and bright spots among the green mountains in the distance. Where flowers bloom in fairyland, the more hazy it is to see clearly. She couldn't help but soften her eyes, taking the opportunity to wipe the coldness from her eyes. It is a tear that has not been shed, with the debt of the previous life, but can there be a future life to repay its wishes?

The evening breeze blows, and a burst of floral fragrance is sent into the pavilion. She woke up from the hazy poetry, and when she looked back at the bed, it was empty, except for a cup of tea and a cup of tea next to the pillow, and the heat was still there. The two sisters were left in the empty ancient vines, each with their own thoughts, relatively speechless. After a long time, Qinglan got up and whispered, "Sister is going to make a few side dishes." ”

She nodded, looked at Qinglan and turned around and walked out of the bedroom, and couldn't help asking, "When will they come back?" ”

"How did my sister find out?" Then came a soft sigh.