Xian Yufeng was even more surprised by the scene in front of him, why he was born like Zi Mingjun.

A lot of questions came to mind.

Just as they were all thinking about this, a woman dressed in red and covered with golden sand suddenly flew in.

Although I couldn't see her true face, I could see from those eyes that she came with hostility and landed next to Zi Mingjun, and her tone fell stiffly.

"Sovereign, she's just a Xuanniao, why are you so obsessed with her and forget the rules set by the Nine Gods Building?"

"Hongqi, you are so bold, I don't know who this is talking to?"

"Of course your subordinates know, you can lower your status, so what else can Hongqi say!

Now that the Lou Shen knows that the monarch has brought her here, he has gathered nine gods to discuss how to deal with it.

At this moment, I am afraid that someone has already been sent to detain me, is it possible that there is still interest in enjoying the scenery? ”

Although his voice was full of resentment, it was better to bring news.

Zi Mingjun didn't reproach her condemnation harshly, but suddenly waved his hand, and the jade pendant raised in his hand was also Chi Xin.

As a wisp of white smoke was pushed out, a ray of light was instantly projected from the circular hole in the center, turning the white smoke into a very transparent one, revealing a clear image.

More than a dozen gold-armored priests gradually approached the Zhumu Water Sky.

After confirmation, it was also confirmed that what Hongqi said was true, and even the Nine Divine Elders were involved, which made Zi Mingjun unexpected.

It is inevitable that I will not think that it must be the paranoia caused by the grievances between Jiushenlou and the Phoenix Feather Clan for many years.

I didn't have time to think about it, and I flew over the pearl curtain with a loud cry, and disappeared without a trace with a few wisps of white smoke.

At the same time, three hundred years later, Wusu Ling'er and Na Xian Yu Feng, under the urging of a magical force, followed the white smoke and left the Pearl Curtain Water Sky.

When he came back to his senses, the whole person had already landed in the center of a mountain stone wall plank road.

However, not far from the direction to the right, the sound of a fierce fight caught their attention.

Wu Su Ling'er and Xian Yu Feng glanced at each other, and then walked along the stone wall, only a few feet away.

As soon as I stepped out of the plank road, the scene in front of me was really incredible.

Three hundred years ago, Wu Su Ling'er was fighting a merciless duel with Zi Mingjun.

Fang Cai was still in love like the sea, but suddenly they were facing each other.

"What are they?"

Xian Yufeng asked with a puzzled expression.

Wu Su Ling'er also had no thoughts about this situation.

I only heard that they were under the sword, cutting off the love thread.

At this moment, Wu Su Ling'er, who was more than three hundred years old, was forced to move to the edge of the cliff, and Zi Mingjun was talking with a helpless expression.

"As long as you hand it over, we can still go back to the way we were!"

"Huh, really? Once upon a time? If you take such a good thing, you can take it all, why should you return it. ”

"Do you really want to do that?"

"Of course, otherwise, how can I live up to your deep love!"

"Okay, good, then don't blame me for being ruthless."

As soon as the words fell, Zi Mingjun Shenyuan's qi was sent and received freely, and the white transparent crystal was formed in that hand, which was divided into two and two into three, and in a split second, the crystal transformed into countless sharp arrows.

Three hundred years later, Wu Su Ling'er, seeing such a life-and-death contest, stepped forward and shouted to Zi Mingjun.

"What are you angry about, don't you think she's lying? Talking to you....... ”

She couldn't hear her words at all, and watched as the divine law was pushed over.

Yes...

The painful screams made Zi Mingjun also feel heartache.

That was Wu Su Ling'er did not dodge, allowing the arrow to pierce the body, as if he was bent on death.

Seeing this situation, Zi Mingjun waved his hand and immediately withdrew the arrow, leaving the unbearable heart, and immediately used the divine energy to heal her.

The behavior of killing and saving made Wusu Ling'er really unacceptable, and instantly cast his aura to break his healing magic method.

"Princess Ling, your ancestors are also god-level, and the thing of stealing is still so reasonable, the monarch remembers your old feelings, and his heart is soft for a while, and now you are killing yourself and handing over your things."

At the same time, Hongqi and the three gods rushed to this place and shouted at her menacingly.

Wu Su Ling'er just chuckled, not bothering to their thoughts at all.

The moving eyes were full of tears, and he looked at Zi Mingjun with a watery look of disappointment.

Under the urging and questioning of those elders, she turned around beautifully and jumped off the abyss.

When Zi Mingjun was about to stop him, he was stopped by the three god elders and forcibly taken away.

The appearance of such a puzzled picture disrupted Wu Su Ling'er's thoughts three hundred years later.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I raised that step and quickly followed.

Xian Yufeng couldn't let her go alone, so she jumped down after her.

I saw a cloud of mist under the cliff lifting Wu Su Ling'er, who was seriously injured more than 300 years ago, and slowly falling on the stone platform protruding from the cliff.

The mysterious power behind the help, I don't know who did it for a while.

Subsequently, Xian Yufeng and Wu Su Ling'er miraculously landed on the side.

I wanted to go forward to help, but I couldn't reach the other party at all.

Three hundred years later, Usuring'er just smiled bitterly, how could the same two people appear at the same time, this is just a memory.

But this memory made her feel extremely sad.

Only with Xian Yufeng stood aside and waited quietly, watching himself in front of him endure the pain of a thousand holes, but there was no way at all.

The mood is very low.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the old man in a white robe appeared on the stone platform with his hands behind his back.

That person was none other than Fu and Shenhua Lao, who was not in a hurry or slow, and his voice fell with a strong and powerful voice.

"Your stubborn and stubborn personality is very similar to your mother, but you didn't steal the Qingtu at all, why do you have to admit it like this? It's not asking for help! ”

Hearing this, the seriously injured Wu Su Ling'er couldn't open her lips and teeth to respond.

She was weak and powerless, but with the help of Hua Lao, she was able to save her life and alleviate her injuries.

Hua Lao's kindness, Wu Su Ling'er didn't care about it for a while, maybe she was full of hostility to the gods of the Nine Divine Mountains.

There was no expression on his face, silently feeling sad, and after a while, he coldly dropped a sentence.

"I heard that Jiushenlou has a kind of forgetting worries and sealing memories for eternity, right?"

When these words fell, Hua Lao knew what he meant, and then sat on the spot, holding a wine jug and sipping a small wine, while brushing the silver beard that spread over his chin, and fell lightly.

"Well, yes, but not all gods ......."

"Will you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Su Ling'er's questioning tone interrupted his words.

Hua Lao looked anxious to explain, and said again with a leisurely look.

"You girl, you haven't finished speaking, you're in such a hurry, this spell, the old god should be able to use it, but ......"

"Then help someone to the end, and seal all the memories of me and him forever, if it is done, I, Wusu Ling'er, will owe you a favor.

If there is something that needs help, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse. ”

Wu Su Ling'er's decisive words fell, and she took a serious and positive attitude, which did not seem like a whim.