However, even so, she still didn't understand Fu Qingzhu's life experience, if this time and space, that is, Fu Qingzhu of the Northern Song Dynasty was the original Fu Qingzhu in the first life, then what happened after that, which would cause him to repeat the vicious circle of constant amnesia and constant rebirth for hundreds of thousands of years, always maintaining a face of age, and never having a chance to grow old?

And is her last mission to change his bad luck and break this vicious circle?

Just thinking about it, Fu Qingzhu grabbed her, "Don't go, you've already arrived at Nai He Bridge." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In front of me was a calm river, the water was stagnant, calm and waveless, the banks were bare and gray, and there was no living thing except for the accumulation of inky stones. There was a dead silence.

"If you cross this bridge, you're really going to be dead, so we'll have to pick another way." Fu Qingzhu's eyes rolled, looking inexplicably like a small animal.

*

The sixth thunder and fire are added.

The weeds around Lingluo Mountain have been burned down, and the mountain forest is like a sea of fire at this moment.

Qin Yin was lying on his back on the ground, his flesh and blood on his body blurred and he couldn't distinguish a human appearance. Above his head was still a dark cloud, impermeable to the wind, but the ground below him was cold and biting, and the cold air spread down the last remaining blood to his limbs, and he could even hear the squeaking sound of the bone joints when they met the cold.

He breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, and sat up again.

The charred flesh on his body began to flutter down with his movements, and before the new flesh grew, Bai Sensen's bones were exposed, and he could almost hear the popping sound of blood vessels.

The flames rolled wantonly among the dark clouds, and the loud sound came from far and near, and the seventh thunder fire had been brewed.

Qin Yin held on to his breath to re-enter the meditation, after surviving the first six realms, the skin and flesh on his body had all been shed, and the next six realms could only rely on his own spiritual power. But when the flesh, blood, and blood are almost completely destroyed, how much spiritual power can be gathered to fight against the thunder and fire?

The fierce fire rushed to his face, and strangely, this time he did not feel the piercing pain in his heart as before, but only felt that the scenery in front of him began to become ethereal.

He suddenly remembered the little girl he had rescued three hundred years ago.

It was also a catastrophe at the time, but it was not so painful.

It was not a problem to break up the robbers, but when he returned here, he happened to encounter a second thunderbolt. He missed the first thunderbolt when he was struck by the second thunderbolt.

The consequences can be imagined.

Fortunately, he had not completely lost consciousness at that time, and returned to Gengshan with a strong breath.

When he returned to the city after recovering from his injuries, he met the little girl several more times. But people neither knew him nor knew him, so he would go to see her when he was idle and bored, and then this would be for decades.

He watched her grow up, watched her grow up with red makeup, watched her children grow into a group of family businesses and beauty, watched her temples white and teased her grandchildren, and then watched her grow old and turn to dust.

The same person's face changes at different times, and finally freezes on a certain smiling face. Hazy, as if there was a white veil in front of him, he raised his hand and stroked it, wanting to see more clearly.

The light in front of him gradually dimmed, all the sounds were silent, there was nothing around him, and he was the only one left in the vast world, and even the thunder and fire that were close at hand began to become blurred. It was as if he had returned to the first few hundred years, and he was still an unknown mountain snake, suffering from that unknown but very difficult loneliness alone.

Qin Yin felt that his breathing became lighter, and an indescribable halo spread out in front of his eyes, misty and insignificant, and suddenly he saw clearly the smiling face that was forever fixed in his heart. The images overlapped, countless faces intersected, and finally the smiling face coincided with a slightly sly face, Qin Yin was startled—it was Xia Yejin's face.

The blue light covered layer by layer, and the heart seemed to be burned with a soldering iron, and the whole body was thrilled with pain for a moment. In a trance, it seemed that someone was calling him, and when he opened his eyes again, Qin Yin found that there was no halo at all, and there was nothing around him.

He was still lying on the cold ground with a blur of flesh and blood, and the surrounding forest had been burned away, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up and sit still.

"Boss-" It was Ah Jiu's voice, far away, but it was heard very clearly among the empty and silent mountains and forests. "I sent you the Qinglong Jade......"

The voice faded again.

Qin Yin wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound. He only saw the faint light spread around him, he was stunned for a moment, raised his hand that was already dripping with cold sweat, and focused his eyes on his wrist, the charred skin on it had fallen off, and new flesh began to grow, as intact as before the catastrophe.

The green dragon jade glowed with a faint circle of light around it.

He sat up slowly with his hands on the ground, his eyes closed, and quickly settled.

The dark clouds overhead became denser, and the heavens and the earth were once again in a state of light.

*

Xia Yejin felt that the current thing simply broke her previous cognition, there was another door in the underworld, and there was something similar to a dog hole on the stone wall next to the door, and then the two of them were going to get into this dog hole now.

"Don't put on a disgusted look, it's better to drill a dog hole than to become a ghost, okay?" Fu Qingzhu finally couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but say, "And this place also has an advantage, that is, it is very close to the Sword Mountain and the Sea of Fire." We can avoid those pesky ghosts and sneak in by ourselves. ”

"Shall we?" Xia Yejin frowned, "It's good if you help me watch the wind outside." ”

She couldn't imagine how weak the spirit body with only one soul and one soul left, and in this case, she still went up the sword mountain and went down to the sea of fire, wouldn't that be sending her to death?

The other party knew that his ability did not insist anymore, but he said to her with a solemn face, this so-called sword mountain and sea of fire is actually purgatory, a place more terrible than hell, there are countless tortures in it, and there are countless temptations, and after you enter it, you must remember that no matter what you encounter, it is not real, even if it is ...... Even if I showed up, it would be fake.

Xia Yejin nodded, and was about to ask Fu Qingzhu not to worry, but when he looked up, he found that there was no place for him.

The eyes opened up in an instant.

In the middle of the sea, there stood several rolling mountains, glowing with a cold light—all composed of blades, large and small. The crimson magma slid down the mountain and blended into the sea of flames, as if everything between heaven and earth could be melted.