The endless sea of pear blossoms around it disappeared.

Yun Changyuan seemed to be in a void, and there was nothing around him, only the road leading to the grave under his feet. When she turned around, she couldn't even see the water qilin, not only couldn't she see, but her soul couldn't sense it at all.

Her spirit seemed to have been washed by the rain, and at the beginning of the rain after the rain, the sea was almost transparent, and she stood in place, only feeling that the whole person was empty. When she walked to the location of the tomb, Yun Changyuan found a figure appear in front of her.

It was a wisp of primordial spirit left by the Ascended Immortals in the Firmament Realm.

Because there was only a wisp of primordial god left, Yun Changyuan couldn't see the appearance of the immortal at all, she just felt that the person in front of her was like a luminous body, just a wisp of primordial god, which made people feel extremely powerful, but she would not be panicked and afraid, which made her inexplicably a little closer.

It's just that the next moment, a layer of wind blew out of thin air, blowing her already tattered clothes flying wildly, Yun Changyuan's face changed slightly, she had a lot of magic weapons and pills in her bag, but there were no clothes, and the body protection armor in the sword array was broken and tattered before, although she used a lot of aura to repair it, but she was not a refiner, and she didn't have time to sew and mend it, and the recovery of the body protection armor was also limited.

The wind was very cold, and the aura protector didn't seem to be able to stop the slightest bit of cold wind, and the cold was blowing on her like a knife in water, causing goosebumps on her skin, and her hairs stood on end.

The wind was very strong, and there was a void around it, and the wind blew a large number of petals out of thin air, piling them up on top of each other, burying all three graves, not only could not see the graves, but the tombstones were also completely obscured. Cover it tightly.

The cold wind blew her hair messy, and there was a layer of frost on her body. The cold penetrated through her skin and soaked into her bones, freezing her heart as if it were freezing hard.

Yuan Da Neng had never been sick in his infancy, but he was dizzy and hot from the cold at this time, and he also had two lines of snot. It's really a bit of a wolf bèi unbearable, but the other party is an immortal primordial god, even if there is only a wisp, it is not something she can stop, even if the aura is running to the extreme, she still can't resist the cold, tears and snot can't stop flowing, and after flowing out, she needs to almost freeze into an ice pick, which is a stunning beauty with a gorgeous appearance. The wolf was so cold that he was unbearable, and his appearance was miserable.

At this moment, the immortal primordial god suddenly opened his mouth, "I thought you were a person who was dedicated to the Tao and had no desires and no desires, but I didn't expect that it was a heart-to-heart forgetfulness array!" ”

Yun Changyuan was dizzy from the cold, and the immortal's words made her eyelids jump, "Forget your heart? ”

"Those who set up the formation are cultivated in order to obtain. If it weren't for the deep obsession in my heart, I am afraid that he would have already ascended to immortality. The immortal sighed. In the past hundreds of thousands of years, no one in the Firmament Realm has soared, not because their cultivation is insufficient, but because their selfish desires and distractions in their hearts are too heavy. ”

The immortal's voice suddenly deepened, "I've waited so long, and I haven't waited for a real heir. ”

Cultivating immortals focuses on cultivating the mind. But the monks have forgotten the roots.

Looking around, those Yuan Infant Stage cultivators who were looking for the entrance to the secret realm in the deep sea, those so-called top-level powerhouses in the Firmament Realm, did nothing to improve their cultivation. Their hearts have long been dirty, and the descendants who listened to Hailou are even more dominated by hatred, and their hearts have been twisted and dusty.

How can such a person soar and take on the heavy responsibility of maintaining the Three Thousand Realms?

The immortal spirit sighed faintly, he looked at the three tombs, and suddenly sat directly on the graves covered with flower petals.

He wasn't born with a heart for the Tao without the slightest distraction.

It's just that he later broke through the red dust, let go of the past, and finally survived the Flying Thunder Tribulation and became a real immortal, he is no longer limited by longevity, and he can be regarded as the immortality that others dream of. But the years have been long, he has traveled through the three thousand realms alone, seen all kinds of life, but there are some thoughts in his heart that he shouldn't have.

He lived too long and felt lonely.

He will think of the past, of the past, of the people and things he has put down. Obviously, he has gone through a lot of hardships in the past, and he has been liberated from the suffering, and he has withstood all kinds of temptations and tests, but he did not expect that he would lose to time. The people in his memory pop up in his mind from time to time, how long ago were people and things, but they became clearer day by day, and became clearer day by day, making his calm and waveless heart ripple again.

He didn't want to live forever.

He didn't even want to be an immortal anymore.

He thought of being an ordinary mortal in the world of the Three Thousand Realms who did not cultivate truth and did not pursue immortality, even if it was in the demon world, in the orc world to be a little beast with only simple thoughts, he was willing, he just wanted to live an ordinary life, there was love and hatred, joy, anger and sorrow, and most importantly, he had a fiery heart.

But he couldn't leave yet, and he had to find a successor before he left.

If after 100,000 years, there is not a single monk in the Firmament Realm who has ascended, then the secret realm inheritance he left behind back then will be opened, and a suitable heir will be selected for him to cultivate. However, now that people have come in, she is not a person who is dedicated to the Tao, she is just because of the love array, forgetting the hot emotions in her heart, and forgetting the most important person in her heart.

Such a person, indulged in the love of the world, it is impossible to soar to become an immortal.

Such a person is not the person he is looking for.

But the divine consciousness spread throughout the firmament, and he did not find the person he was looking for.

With a slight sweep, you can see murder and treasure grabbing intrigues everywhere, even if it is a righteous monk, there is a strong bloody aura on his body, which can't hide from him.

At the beginning, the monks cultivated the heart and the immortals, but the current monks only cultivated the body, and what they constantly improved was only their own strength. He sat on the pile of flowers, quietly looking at the woman in front of him with a wolf look, he didn't speak again, just looked at her silently.

Yun Changyuan stood in place at this time, only five words kept echoing in her mind, the Heart-Destroying Forgetfulness Array, the Heart-Destroying Forgetfulness Array......

What kind of formation is that?

As the name suggests, it is forgetfulness? What did she forget? Where did you forget? Why forget? Forgot whom?

Yun Changyuan kept thinking about it, thinking all the time, obviously it was still cold around her, but sweat oozed from her forehead. She held her head in her hands and had a splitting headache, but she couldn't remember, what she had forgotten.

"In this grave, my wife is buried." The immortal primordial god looked down at the tomb bag under him, and suddenly spoke.

Tinghailou belonged to the Xiuzhen faction at that time, and he was also an excellent disciple of Tinghailou, and the head of the sect gave him his daughter and became his Taoist companion. His wife's cultivation qualifications are not high, and the relationship between them, in his opinion, is probably not deep, but every time he comes out of retreat and cultivates, he will find her waiting at the door, from an innocent and bright girl to an old woman with frosty hair......

He was bent on the Tao, he shouldn't have been bound by love, but he was young at that time, and he was always a little helpless.

Until one day, he came out of retreat again, and did not see that familiar person standing in front of him. Her cultivation is not high, and she has used many methods to prolong her life, and she has not waited for him.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the grave bag on the far right, "In that tomb, my master is buried." ”

He was an orphan, and it was the master who picked him up and raised him, taught him the principles of being a human being, and made him a man who stood up to the heavens and the earth. At that time, the masters were not the same as they are now, they would not only teach their disciples to cultivate the Fa, but also teach them to be worthy of their hearts. His master was dying, and he was still smiling when he sat down.

The immortal primordial god raised his hand again, and the petals on the middle tomb bag flew in the sky, and the tomb bag cracked open from the middle, and inside was not a coffin, but a rectangular lacquered wooden box.

"Since you can come here, it can be regarded as fate, and I will give you that thing. Go get it yourself! ”

After he finished speaking, he saw that Yun Changyuan was still standing in place with a painful expression, and sighed slightly: "If you don't want to forget it, you will always remember it." ”

Just like him, he has forgotten jì, but after a long period of loneliness, he remembers the person who forgot jì before.

The woman stood in front of him with apricot eyes and pink cheeks, as delicate as a blooming begonia.

The woman's eyes were like water, and the long wait erased her youthfulness, making her as ethereal and noble as a ghostly orchid.

When she was young, she was old, those pictures suddenly became clear, and after more than 100,000 years, she became vivid in his heart, how ridiculous and sad it was......

If you don't want to forget it, you will always remember it.

Yun Changyuan suddenly thought of Chang'an, and thought of him rushing up at the beginning and calling her mother regardless of a single moment.

What she forgot was not related to Chang'an?

After she went back, she wanted to hear what Chang'an said about his mother.

Thinking of this, Yun Changyuan's feelings were a little more stable, and at this time, the immortal said again: "Take it away, someone is going to arrive again......"

Yun Changyuan took a step forward, she bent down to pick up the box, but because of the miscalculation, the force was a little off, Yun Changyuan almost flashed when she picked it up, her face was flushed, and her fingers were almost pressed by the box.

It's too heavy!

She is a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and it is easy to split mountains and stones, but she didn't expect to be flashed by a box, what the hell did she hit here!

"Hahaha......"

The immortal, who was said to have no desires, actually laughed and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

Yun Changyuan rolled her eyes silently, this time she used her aura to fetch it, although it was much easier, but it was still so heavy that she held back her strength. When she opened the box, she found that there was only the tip of a sword inside.

The tip of the sword was no more than three inches long, but it was heavy, and I didn't know what material it was made of.

"It's the Sword of Forgetfulness, my former saber." (To be continued......)

PS: This is different from the setting of male cultivation, and if you don't cultivate high, you can be an immortal... Therefore, in the cultivation realm where Changyuan is located, no one has ever become an immortal!