The ancient Jialan Temple, secluded and secluded, is hidden in a cloud of smoke.

The god in front of the hall sets up an enchantment, only the blood of the water tribe royal family can be solved, because it is the place where the ancient sea god - Li Xi is sealed, so for 10,000 years, it has been regarded as a forbidden place by the water tribe, with a radius of 30 miles, not an inch of grass grows, and the time of 10,000 years turns, and it has been barren for a long time in a blink of an eye.

The Jialan Temple, since the day the Water King Shui Liuzhen stepped in, is no longer a dilapidated and old ancient temple, although its appearance is as dilapidated as ever, but the inside is unique. Carved beams and painted buildings, covered by bamboo forests, like a magnificent palace.

Three hundred years ago, the sea god Li Xi was reborn in the bloodline of the water tribe, although it was only a remnant of the slightest consciousness, and the power was also sealed by the "seal of heaven" before the creation god died, however, after all, it was the ancient hero, and the remnants of the little consciousness, residing in the body of the water stream, also guided him to break the seal and regain his strength.

Everyone in the world is known as the king of the water tribe, in order to find the power to maintain peace, Shui Liuyu set foot on the forbidden place that only the king can set foot in the water tribe - Jialan Ancient Temple, and accidentally died, the reason is unknown.

The water king did not die very much, and the people of the water tribe were vegetarian, and they wept for thousands of miles, all of which were sad for the death of the virtuous king.

However, even the fact that Shui Ruoyi, the brother of the Water King, didn't know was that on that day, Shui Liuyi's ** was indeed dead, but, with it, was another kind of rebirth.

The soul of the water tribe carries the mind of the sea god, and wants to be reborn from the belly of the White Lotus Queen, so as to incarnate as a human, so as to inherit the white lotus heart to break through the seal of the sky. How could his younger brother Shui Ruo kill on the occasion of his inheritance, not to mention destroying Bai Bilian's heart, and even inflicting a heavy blow on himself as a baby.

The soul of the water tribe, condensing and escaping. Return to the ancient temple of Jialan, sit for a hundred years, and do not come back.

The temple is magnificent and magnificent. A brick and a tile, a grass and a tree, a carving and a beam, all are coiled by golden dragons, Luan Feng Mingxiang, and none of them exude a luxurious atmosphere. Those five Xuanling Venerables, out of their own preferences, let their hearts and minds transform in the palace. There are those who splash ink to make the night, and there are those who sink into the snow. There are dancers to welcome spring...... Show their skills and decorate their places with extraordinarily beautiful places. However, it is alone in the abode of the water that is worshipped as a god. Nothing but a towering altar.

Maybe...... The gods of the world have seen everything through!

The gods disdain everything that is illusory. All he did every day was to sit alone on the high altar, his eyes closed, meditating, and no one knew where his mind had gone.

Darkness reigned in the night. Boundless. The body of the water flowing was suspended in the bleak dark night, and the body was light and fluttered like a feather.

Where is this? Where is this......

After all, it's an ancient god. Even if there are boundless doubts in his heart, his face will not show half a point.

"Here you go again...... Liuzhen ......"

Like a struggle, like a smile, like contempt. That inexplicable breath. From the bottom of the water's heart, the roots are intertwined. gradually encroached on every inch of his thoughts.

Shui Liuyu closed his eyes, and his brows were slightly furrowed on his handsome face. The calm mind of the gods, listening to such a tone, felt a wave of disgust for no reason.

Who are you...... Who are you......

He felt that he had no need or position to inquire.

He smiled wryly, it was himself, but it was not himself.

That...... It's just that it has been absorbed by itself for a long time, and the remnants of the consciousness of the ancient sea god Li Xi.

"You...... Do you want to take me away? Shui Liuzhen's body was suspended in the emptiness, and he did not struggle, or even wink.

The corners of his arrogant lips showed a coldness, "Ha, it's up to you?" He scoffed, as mean as he could.

Using the most contemptuous words to provoke the supreme ancient gods, it undoubtedly made Shui Liuyu, who was a mortal, feel great pleasure, and at that moment, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

"Here we go again...... Liuzhen ......"

The voices that came from all directions, not arrogant, not impatient, not angry, although low, but enough to suppress the flow of water. The Water King moved, sneered, and stopped struggling.

"You, just a little bit of leftover thoughts, let you have a few points, how can you bear me?"

"You, you are just staying in the body of this king, with the help of this king's body, you can survive for a long time......"

"Who do you think you are? Poseidon? Haha, that's ridiculous. ”

The Water King sneered, towards the voice in his heart.

The voice trembled for a minute, then smiled faintly, and then faded away like a white mist in the daylight.

At that moment, a burst of inexplicable feelings suddenly surged in Shui Liuyu's heart, and under the flow of all kinds in his chest, it gradually precipitated into a person's face.

It was a woman, the woman who opened the Canglong Wild 20,000 years ago, the battle between the sea and the sky.

His face was as pale as snow, slowly fading out of a pool of blue water, and suddenly dissipating into powder, diffusing into the mind of the water, and gradually seeping into every inch of his pores.

"Zhijun...... Zhijun ......"

The faint shout that still existed in his heart, the sound continued, tugging at the three-inch heartstrings in the dark.

"Xiaoxue...... Xiaoxue ...... "In Shui Liuzhen's mind, the appearance of a person appeared in a trance, and the face that looked exactly the same as Zhijun.

Memories are thousands of faces, gradually staying, gradually patching together......

That night, he rescued the white fox covered in bruises in the forest, and watched coldly, its snow-colored skin gradually festered under the erosion of wolf venom. Originally, according to the indifferent nature of life and death, it was not too much to choose to stand by and watch, but that day, I don't know what stimulation was given, not only did the ghost save the fox, but even sacrificed his skills to help it reshape its body.

It's just that the face after rebirth is unconsciously the same as the ancient goddess Zhijun. Shui Liuzhen didn't know why he made such a choice at that moment.

His mind ached slightly. Shui Liuyu raised his hand to caress it, his palm flipped, and the slightest trace of true qi was injected into the heavenly spirit......

Bing Ningxue dressed in red, knocked on the door with her slender hands, and stepped into the temple with slight steps.

She walked in with slender steps, and behind her was a long red dress. The moment he stepped into the temple, the red dress that was as bright as blood turned into snow in an instant.

She walked to the side of the altar, her eyes wandering over the silent man on the altar. At that moment, there seemed to be water waves condensing in Bing Ningxue's gaze, prompting her to move her lips, wanting to say something, but finally paused and leaned down.

She knelt down on her knees, and her voice was like nine heavens blooming, "Xuanhu Bingxue has returned and bowed to the gods." ”

"Xiaoxue...... Xiaoxue ......" a few low voices, like dreams and idiots, floated low from the altar.

Bing Ningxue's body trembled, as if she had been greatly stimulated.

Xiaoxue ...... "That's, is God calling me?" She leaned down lowly, her emotions stirring inexplicably, indescribable, unclear. A little joy, a little nostalgia.

The memory of nothingness was as hazy as if it had been wet by rain, and it was not clear to see. In a trance, she seemed to remember that three hundred years ago, there was a ...... Keep calling yourself, Xiaoxue is coming?

It's been too long, it's been too long. Bing Ningxue shook her head, it's been too long, it's been too long, it's been too long, I can't remember it anymore.

"Xiaoxue...... Xiaoxue ......" whispered, as if coming from that long time, lingering, enduring. In a trance, she looked down at her hands, and she didn't realize that the tears had wet her eyelashes, hazy, and she couldn't see clearly.

Dirty hands, bloody hands...... Xuanhu closed his eyelids, he had already forgotten himself! It's better to forget...... It's okay to forget. Even if he goes back today, what face should he be? With a smile, with tears?

Xuanhu lowered his head weakly, his long hair covered his mottled face, and his expression was blank, and no one could see it clearly.

A pair of powerful hands pinched her chin, and hooked straight up, and the cold voice sounded in her ears, pulling the trance woman into reality, "It's so good, you're back." ”