"Get out of the way," Long Ziyue said coldly

Glancing at each other, Liuli took a step forward and said softly: "Heavenly Holy Maiden, the feud between you and the Holy Venerable ended ten thousand years ago, and this time we will not let you hurt the Holy Venerable again."

Long Ziyue furrowed her eyebrows, "Why should I hurt him?" ”

Hearing this, Liuli's eyes flashed with surprise, Long Ziyue's eyes sank, did her unconscious actions make them mistakenly think that she was going to hurt him? Nahelian ......

"Holy Venerable! Yingluo, Liuli, Linlang, the Holy Venerable He ......"

In the confrontation between the four people, Linglong's trembling call broke the deadlock, and the faces of the three of them changed, and they couldn't stop Long Ziyue anymore, and flew to Helian Jue's side.

Seeing the pale and handsome face in the falling flowers, Yingluo's expression was grim, and she stretched out her hand to point at Helian Jue's eyebrows, and her beautiful eyes widened, "This...... How could it be ......"

"Yingluo, how is the Holy Venerable?" Linglong asked anxiously

Yingluo withdrew her hand, her face was extremely heavy, and after a while, she slowly spoke: "Holy Venerable...... Cut off his soul vein"

"What?"

Boom!

A heavy bang smashed into the hearts of several people, suffocating in pain.

Cutting off one's soul vein is seeking one's own death, and the Holy Venerable actually killed himself?!

The soul veins are broken, the soul body is scattered, the physical body is annihilated, and there is no reincarnation.

For the sake of love, the Holy Venerable chose to never recover!

"How's he doing?" When several people were speechless, Long Ziyue asked in a deep voice.

Yingluo hesitated for a moment, then shook her head slightly, "Holy Venerable......"

"How? Do you dare to ask the Lord how it is? If it weren't for you, why would the Holy Venerable bother to cut off his soul vein, it was you who killed the Holy Venerable" Linglong red-eyed, and roared at Long Ziyue: "You have already killed the Holy Venerable once ten thousand years ago, do you still want to kill the Holy Venerable in this life?" ”

Long Ziyue's footsteps paused, and her brain went blank for a moment.

Self-Breaking Soul Pulse...... Kill...... 10,000 years ago?

Helian Jue...... Dead? Was she the one who killed him?

"Don't despair, the princess, the Soul Shaping Pill can save the master" In the heavy atmosphere, Yuji's warm voice broke through the air, and Long Ziyue turned around and met Yuji's eyes.

"Is it really possible to have a Soul Shaping Pill?"

"Well, I planted a soul mark in the center of the master's eyebrows, which can protect the master's soul source, and if the soul source is not destroyed, you can use the power of the soul shaping pill to reshape the soul body, but it's just ......"

"Just what?" Long Ziyue asked urgently

Yuji hesitated a little, Yingluo twisted her eyebrows, got up and walked to the two of them, "The soul vein of the Holy Venerable has been broken, and the original soul is too weak, reshaping the soul body means being reborn, after rebirth, the Holy Venerable will forget this life, forget everything with you, and 1......0,000 years ago, it was you who sealed the memory of the Holy Venerable, erased the past of the Holy Venerable and you, and all the Holy Venerable will never remember you again."

"In the memory of the Holy Venerable, there is no more Heavenly Saintess, no more Dragon Ziyue"

There was a sudden pain in his heart, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe, Long Ziyue staggered back, looking at Yingluo in disbelief, "You said he would forget me?" ”

"Isn't that what you've been looking forward to? Forget you, just as you never met, never fell in love, forgot your affection, and forgot your own killing"

Linglong's cold and cruel words smashed into Long Ziyue's heart, shattering the dusty past.

With a bang in his brain, the valve of memory popped, and countless fragments poured out from the depths of his mind, frantically pouring into Long Ziyue's mind.

Long Ziyue bit her lip and desperately endured the sharp pain in her mind.

The face in the memory gradually became clearer, and a wisp appeared in front of him, and the man with cold eyebrows stood among the flowers, his long ink-dyed hair flying in the wind.

Beautiful, pure, unstained.

The man stared at her, his pink lips raised slightly, "Moon"

A light smile, the country and the city.

Long Ziyue sat down on the ground with a miserable expression.

It turned out that in that life, she was the one who lost him after all.