Behind the green mang, there is another world.

There are many liquor shops and vendors everywhere. The streets and alleys are crowded with people.

The people here are dressed in ancient costumes.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman who is bustling around, and there are sharp weapons behind him.

If you look closely, you should be a cultivator.

The yin and yang eyes opened instantly, and the black and white world flashed in front of you.

However, to Jiang Huo's surprise, whether it was a pavilion or a hawker, all the buildings, all the people, all around the body, all exuded a shining white light.

The world in front of him is white, full of ghostly energy, and there is no trace of it.

Here, it seems to be thousands of years ago.

Between heaven and earth, the aura is rich; Expand the land and all the people, and all can practice.

Jiang Huo was dressed in a blue and white robe, strolling through the streets of the town, without the slightest feeling of a square sheath and a round chisel

The whole town covers an area of about 50,000 acres.

Jiang Huo tried to run in all directions, but unfortunately, no matter what direction it was, no matter what direction it was, as long as it was outside the town, it could not be crossed. It's as if there's a void barrier guarding this town.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Jiang Huo knew in his heart that this enchantment could only restrain his actions.

Running to no avail, Jiang Huo also tried to enter the system. It's a pity that no matter how much she tries, she can't communicate with the system space in her body.

At the top of the Oriental Tower, Jiang Huo stood with his hands in his hands, looking down on the vast sentient beings, and an illusion arose in his heart.

She! River Fire! You should live in this ancient town! You should live in this age!

Jiang Huo came to the pawnshop in the town and pawned all the items on his body in exchange for 10,000 taels of silver. Subsequently, in this town, a large mansion with three entrances and three exits was purchased.

Hire two slaves, buy four beautiful maids, and change them into silk dresses.

In this bustling town, overnight, there was an extra Jiang fairy.

Jiang Huo seemed to have left everything behind, forgotten everything, and completely integrated into the town.

Fishing, chess, music, cruises.

Spring goes to autumn, and the years fly by.

In the small town, those residents who are unable to practice cannot resist the erosion of time, and gradually grow old and die. Those who were extremely gifted left the town and went to the world.

Business travel is endless, and the flow of people is endless.

Passers-by, with different faces.

Only the Jiang Fairy who lives in the east mansion still has the same face and eternal youth.

I don't know how long it has been, I don't know how many years it is.

The slaves beside Jiang Huo changed batch after batch.

Until one day, inky black clouds, covering the sky and the sun, whistling and howling, swept through the town.

The hawkers fled, the shops were closed, and the residents of the town hid in their homes, with their doors and windows closed, and did not dare to go out.

Jiang Huo was alone, with his hands behind his back, standing in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

Lightning pierced the sky, looming figures, hanging high.

Between heaven and earth, the surging aura suddenly erupted, no matter where it was, raising his hands and feet, his power was fully displayed.

The landslide cracked, the lake burst out, and the whole town, in an instant, was destroyed.

Compared with the big man in the void, Jiang Huo was like an ant at this time, she only felt that her eyes were dark, and the whole person was unconscious.

In the darkness, I don't know the time, when Jiang Huo has consciousness again, the scene in front of him changes abruptly.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, the sand and dust were rolling, the fierce horses were galloping, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

The two armies faced each other, the soldiers rushed to kill, the swords and swords appeared, and blood was splashed.

Countless souls rose up, rushing to the sky and resentment, pointing straight to the sky.

At this time, Jiang Huo has recovered his male body.

Dressed in gold armor and stomach, he holds a heavy halberd in the wild sand, and straddles a brown and red horse.

In the middle of the battlefield, fighting back and forth. Hot blood, red cloak. Zhou's body was covered with scars.

The soldiers are reckless, and the generals are empty.

Time passed, and the war ended.

Jiang Huo, like other phantoms, floated in mid-air, condescending, looking down on the earth.

The corpses of the soldiers on both sides were piled up together, and black smoke rose up.

The river fire hanging in the air is like a homeless bird. She saw all the spring buds, read all the autumn frosts, experienced the four seasons, and finally waited for the arrival of the two.

One of them, his face was as white as powder, he was plain white, and on top of his high hat, there were four words in the book: Fortune at first sight.

The other person, his face is as black as ink, he is black, and on top of his high hat, there are four characters in the book: The world is peaceful.

When the mourning stick and the soul chasing rope were erected on Jiang Huo's body, the scene in front of him changed abruptly.

A splendid palace stands in front of the river fire, and the golden glazed tiles shine dazzlingly in the sun. Around the main hall, the ancient trees are towering and the trees are shady.

Jiang Huo stood outside the hall, dressed in a light pink palace skirt, with green silk pulled up, a wooden hairpin inserted in the bun, and a little pink on his face, without any expression.

Strange memories came to my heart, and at this time, Jiang Huo's heart was like a mirror.

Here, it is a palace, and Jiang Huo is an ordinary palace maid.

Although Jiang Huo has independent thinking, she can't control this body, she can only look at herself like a bystander, living cautiously in this deep palace inner garden.

As a lowly servant maid in the deep palace, Jiang Huo gets up earlier than chickens, sleeps later than dogs, eats worse than pigs, and does more work than donkeys. Day after day, year after year, the same boring work is repeated.

Until one day, when the leading grandmother announced in front of everyone that at the beginning of spring in the coming year, their group of palace maids could leave the palace, Jiang Huo could clearly feel that the rusty heart had revived again.

Sometimes, however, happiness comes too soon.

On the night of the day, I met the Son of Heaven by chance, and unintentionally, I collided with the holy driver.

The wrath of the Son of Heaven ambushed millions of corpses, bleeding and drifting.

Immediately, two men in blue coats jumped out from behind the Son of Heaven, dragged Jiang Huo, and left here.

The ropes were tightly tied, the rags were gagged, the sacks were sleeved, and the sticks were beaten to death.

Three souls and seven spirits, out of the body, hanging above, silently watching.

With a stick down, the two of them didn't care whether the Jiang Huo in the sack was dead or alive, they directly lifted it up, and galloped towards the outside of the side gate palace.

Floating in mid-air, the river fire was pulled and followed the steps of the two to a clearing. Looking at the scattered sacks, my heart is mixed.

Deep pits in the clearing, piled up sacks, corpses, and exposed wilderness.

A week? January? A year?

At this time, Jiang Huo no longer cares about the years, she only knows that the land under her feet is buried with thousands of living beings.

The beautiful black eyes, glowing with waves, crystal teardrops, inexplicably condensed, along the cheeks, slowly sliding.

"Tick ......"

Bean-sized teardrops, splashed on the ground, turned into half, and sank into the earth.

The surrounding scenes, constantly switching, time fast-forward, back to reality.

The dark night sky, gloomy green, and many figures surrounded the river fire.

Blue and white robes, flowing fine light, tungsten steel long sword, carrying behind him.

Jiang Huo sat on his knees, his eyes were red, tears broke the embankment, and his cheeks were covered with tears.