The people on the altar raised their heads when they heard the sound, and the light of the colorful glass eyes had dissipated, turning into a dull gray color, like dusty jewels, which had long lost their former brilliance.

"Zichen Divine Monarch, what are you going to do?"

"The formation is about to be completed, you don't leave quickly!"

"Quick, don't let him break the ......"

The gods quickened the chanting of the incantation, adding mana to the array, and the six-rayed light on the altar was even stronger.

The purple glass on the Divine Pillar tried her best, raised her lips slightly, showed a smile, and said with her mouth: "Divine Venerable, you have to be good, forget me!" ”

Zichen Shenjun's eyes were about to split, his eyes were red, he summoned the black horse, put on the black gold armor, lifted ~ the gun on the horse, and rushed towards the formation. Everything happened so fast that the Xuanyang Immortal raised his hand, but he didn't even grasp a piece of the corner of the Divine Monarch's clothes.

Fuling Mountain was shaken by the break-in of the formation, and the demonic aura suddenly filled the sky. Zichen Divine Monarch fought among them, and in an instant, roars and wails resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Don't ...... Divine Venerable, let's go, don't come here......" Zili wanted to shout, but could only make a sound like a mosquito.

Seeing that the Fuling Mountain under the blood mist in the sky has turned into a purgatory-like battlefield. The gods were stunned, and hurriedly finished reciting the last incantation, but the seal fell, and the six-pointed star array gradually regained its calm after the light of the six-pointed star array burned.

The spirit rope dissipated, and the slender body on the altar slid downward. When Zichen Divine Monarch swept away the demonic qi and rushed over, he only had time to catch the purple glass that fell from the altar.

"Li'er!" The Divine Monarch let out a heart-wrenching roar, and two lines of bloody tears fell from his red eyes, dripping on the lilac dress, like a dazzling manzhu sawa.

Zili's figure became lighter and lighter, and when his soul was drifting away, Zichen Shenjun pinched his fingers and chanted, and a teardrop-shaped glass pendant appeared in his hand.

The Xuanyang Immortal was shocked, floated beside him, and said eagerly: "Don't ......"

Zichen Shenjun turned a deaf ear, his lips ~ kept moving, and in the blink of an eye, the remaining little light merged into the pendant.

"Alas...... Her soul is already incomplete, so why do you have any trouble? The Xuanyang Immortal stomped his feet and sighed.

"The heavenly soul is still there, and the two souls will always come back." A wry smile appeared on the corner of Zichen Shenjun's lips, and he reluctantly put the pendant in the hands of the Xuanyang Immortal.

The divine light appeared, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and when everything returned to calm, the Zichen Divine Monarch had disappeared.

Mo Li's heart was as distressed as a knife, and the once broken scenes slipped past his eyes one by one, a man in white who was like a god of snow, a young man in black who was angry with flowers and horses, and a general with a cold face in military uniform......

She remembered, she remembered everything, it was her god, it was her brother Chu, it was her general, and it was her husband......

He used the blood of his fingertips to awaken her, and used his cultivation to help her transform into human form. When she was about to lose her soul, at the cost of falling into reincarnation, collect her lost soul into a glass pendant to help her be reincarnated.

He gave everything for her, and she came for him.

The breeze blew, his face was cold, and Mo Li opened his eyes to realize that he was already in tears.

The man in front of him also slowly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes contained ~ the surprise of being lost and regained. The thin lips gradually raised, and the arms slowly spread.

Mo Li threw herself into his arms and let him wrap herself tightly, the warmth of the familiar embrace was still there, and the powerful heartbeat in her broad chest made her extremely reassured.

"Thank you, Li'er." The low-alcohol sound causes a slight oscillation in the chest.

Mo Li raised his head and asked puzzledly, "Why do you want to thank me?" Isn't it time for me to thank you? ”

"Thank you for coming back to me." Murong Chu imprinted a kiss on her forehead, pressed her into his arms again, and gently rubbed her soft black hair, "You promised me three lives and three lives, and you can't break your promise this time." ”

"No, it's not just three lives and three lives......"

As soon as Mo Li spoke, Murong Chu's hand trembled, his brows furrowed, and he held her face and asked, "What did you say?" ”

"I said not just three lives and three lives, I want to live forever and eternally, and never be separated again." Mo Li said loudly.

Murong Chu breathed a sigh of relief, but punitively punished~stopped her Sakura~ lips, and muttered, "You will be by my side for eternity and eternity." ”

Mo Li hurriedly pushed him: "Don't ...... The old monk is still there. ”

"He's long gone." Murong Chu sucked her lips before letting her go.

Mo Li looked around, and sure enough, the figure of an old monk was missing: "Hey, why did he leave?" ”

"Why don't you leave, stay and see the two of us?"

"I hate it, who wants to be in love with you." Mo Li smiled and shook his fist.

Murong Chu grabbed the chaotic little hand and kissed it lightly on his lips, "Are you tired?" Would you like to take a break and eat something? ”

Mo Li looked up at the sky, it was almost noon, and the thousands of years in the illusion just now were only a short moment in reality.

Staring at the sea of flowers for a moment, I took a few deep breaths, the fragrance of the freshness was imprinted in my mind, and I smiled back: "Let's go, go to the river to grill fish." ”

Murong Chu didn't let Mo Li go by herself, but carried her to his chest and swept up the hill.

Mo Li wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned her head on his chest, and said softly, "My Lord Divine Venerable, did you say that the old monk of the Qing Dynasty is that Xuanyang Immortal?" ”

Murong Chu paused: "Why did you suddenly call the Divine Venerable?" ”

"What's that called? Shogun? ”

"Whether in the past life or in this life, I like Li'er to call me husband the most."

Mo Li rubbed it in his arms and said with a smile: "Husband, you haven't answered my question yet, is Yiqing the immortal?" ”

"It's not." Murong Chu shook his head, "But he has always said that he is entrusted by others, and it is estimated that he may be entrusted with Xuanyang Immortals." ”

"Did you know it before?"

"When you fall into samsara, you forget the things of the past, but you will follow your heart in the dark. Master Yiqing only told me that you are destined to be my wife, in the last life, in this life, and even in the future life. ”

Yes, go with your heart. It is in response to that sentence that the heart does not move, everything does not move, the heart does not change, everything does not change. No matter how many lifetimes of reincarnation have passed, no matter how the world changes, as long as the heart remains the same, we will meet in the vast sea of people—even if the soul is divided into two lives, it will eventually converge in one place, just because he is here.

Back to the river in the valley, Murong Chu put Mo Li down, broke a branch casually, sharpened it into the shape of a harpoon with a dagger, and forked a few fish up in a short time.

Mo Li picked up some dry firewood and lit the fire while Murong Chu was washing fish by the river, and the fish was put on a branch and put on the fire.

Murong Chu roasted the fish, Mo Li sprinkled condiments on it from time to time, and the two cooperated tacitly, and the fragrance of the fish soon wafted out.

"Wow, husband, the fish you grilled is better than Qingyun's grilled." When Mo Li took the first bite of fish, he was sincerely amazed.