The sea of mandala flowers is as red as a burning flame, and the breeze blows through the flames for tumbling, bringing a bewildering floral fragrance. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info makes everything look so real, as if it has really come to the Infernal Hell, the sea of flowers on the other side of the Huangquan River.

The two crystal clear coffins, connected to each other, are placed side by side and placed in a sea of flowers at will. Through the crystal coffin, you can see two shadows lying in it.

The two figures were sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, like phantoms that would dissipate at any moment.

Even so, I can still see the faces of the two of them, as well as the faint smiles on their faces, as if the sleeping beauty dreamed of something happy.

"How is this possible? How could the Feng Dance Sisters be here! ”

Mo Chen stood on the other side of the sea of flowers, looking at the two people lying in the sea of flowers, his face was dull, and his eyes were full of shock.

Back then, I obviously watched their sisters die, why are there two shadows in Mrs. Xiang's sea of knowledge.

"Lord God!"

Mo Chen's face changed unpredictably, and he recovered from the shock only after half a sound. He looked at the two shadows below in a daze, his eyes quickly moistened, and he called out to the Lord God eagerly in his heart.

He called out to the Lord God as he slowly descended from the sky in front of the coffin.

Mo Chen stroked the cold coffin, thinking of the picture of getting along with the two sisters day and night, his eyes were tightly closed, and two crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

At this time, Mo Chen was manifested by the primordial spirit, and every tear was transformed by the power of the divine soul, so he had no body. Those two tears were like falling stars, exuding a brilliant glow, and finally turned into a little bit of light and slowly sank into the coffin.

The Lord God's voice was flat, and he said slowly, "You read that right, this is the soul of their sisters. ”

"Why?" Mo Chen's voice was hoarse, and he stroked the delicate faces of the two sisters through the coffin, and asked heavily.

He didn't understand that the Jin Yong world back then couldn't accommodate the birth of the revenant soul at all, why did the Feng Wu sisters still have remnant souls!

"That's a question, maybe you should ask the person who did all this." The main god didn't care about Mo Chen's questioning, and said flatly.

For him, as long as there are no problems with the agent, the life and death of other people are no better than ants. The main god is not interested in spending the limited energy that he has accumulated with great difficulty to deduce why the two sisters have remnant souls.

"Linglong!" Mo Chen suddenly opened his eyes, which flashed with a look that made people dare not look directly, and exclaimed.

In his opinion, no one would be able to do all of this except Yue Linglong. As a conjunct in this world, although Yue Linglong is completely incomparable with the existence of Hongjun Ancestor in the Great World of the Flood Desolation, she represents the Dao of Heaven in this world.

If Yue Linglong makes a move, it is still very likely that she wants to protect a wisp of the remnant soul of the two sisters.

After Mo Chen figured it out, the guilt for Yue Linglong in his heart was even deeper, and when he thought of the farewell back then, his face was full of guilt.

He looked at the two sisters with lost eyes for a long time, took a deep breath, and said hoarsely, "Is there any way for the Lord God to save them?" ”

"With your current strength, it's impossible to save them. Unless you can survive the Three Tribulations and Nine Tribulations and become an Eighth-Order Void Immortal, it is impossible to trace back to the source and reverse life and death for them. If you want to save them, you might as well ask your little lover. The Lord God said lightly, vetoing Mo Chen's plan.

The mutilation of the soul has already involved the cycle of life and death. Without cultivation above the eighth order, it is impossible to come into contact with such a profound rule avenue.

Mo Chen's eyes were heavy, and he showed a faint smile for a long time, staring at the peaceful faces of the Fengwu sisters, and said softly: "It's good to see you again." This time, I won't run away anymore, and I won't abandon again. ”

The mistake of hundreds of years ago, this time Mo Chen will definitely not let it repeat itself.

"I'm leaving, you guys, hey." Mo Chen stared at the beautiful woman in the coffin, took a deep breath, and without finishing a sentence, he couldn't say any more, and finally turned into a complicated sigh.

He couldn't wait to fly to Rashengtang immediately to find Yue Linglong to answer the doubts in his heart.

Why did the remnant soul of the Feng Wu sisters appear in Mrs. Xiang, and how did she do all this back then. and the story that Mrs. Xiang said before, what did she want to tell herself.

Mo Chen thought of Mrs. Xiang's story, his face wrinkled tightly, and he always felt a little bad in his heart.

With doubts in his heart, he carefully withdrew from Mrs. Xiang's sea of knowledge, for fear that because of his careless actions, Mrs. Xiang's sea of knowledge would be damaged.

After Mo Chen left, the remnant soul in the coffin seemed to be inexplicably stimulated, Feng Wu's delicate fingers moved slightly, a look of longing appeared on her pretty face, and her cherry lips opened lightly: "Husband!" ”

At the same time, the secret realm of the Yin and Yang family, Rashotang.

The interior decoration of Rashengtang is just like that of the temple back then.

In the main hall, the calm and waveless pool water exudes a faint starry light.

Beside the pool, a figure in a blue dress sat on her knees, her eyes staring at the reflection in the pool.

Her delicate and immaculate face was full of antiquity and excitement, and at the same time, there was a faint resentment and sadness in her dark purple eyes. Those bright eyes are like perfect amethysts, which makes people look at it.

"For more than 300 years, you know how much has happened and how much you have missed." She looked at her reflection in a daze, her hands unconsciously combing the beautiful long hair that hung down her calves, and sighed.

In more than 300 years, so much has happened in this world. And those things, each of them is inseparable from Mo Chen.

As soon as the Eastern Emperor Taiyi spoke, the sadness in his eyes became more and more intense, making people can't help but feel heartache.

At this moment, her face was stunned, and she suddenly looked sideways at the inside of the main hall. On the wall facing the temple gate is inscribed the word yin and yang, and below it is a pitch-black offering platform.

The platform was three feet high, one foot wide, and four feet long. There were not many tributes on it, only two ancient bronze lamps were placed on both sides of the altar.

The bronze lamp is about half a foot high, and it is densely covered with ancient and mysterious patterns. Strangely, only the bronze lamp on the right burned a faint blue flame, while the bronze lamp on the left was in a state of extinguishment.

"The soul lamp is on!" Donghuang Taiyi stared at the lit bronze lamp, his eyes instantly constricted, and they were full of horror.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, her eyes flashed with a complicated look, and she sighed: "Soul Cultivation Technique, Demon Summoning Sutra, Nine Reincarnations of Life and Death." You, still win! ”

She was silent for two breaths, her eyes flashing with madness, and she said coldly: "No, you didn't win, and I didn't lose either." Your soul lamp hasn't lit yet, I don't believe you can really reverse reincarnation! ”

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In the Xiangfei Pavilion, Mo Chen's eyes slowly came back to his senses.

Mo Chen looked at Mrs. Xiang with blank eyes in his hand, and the expression on his face was extremely complicated.

He waved his sleeves lightly and swept away the short case in front of him, then took Mrs. Xiang into his arms, and slowly stretched out his left hand to caress Mrs. Xiang's pretty face like condensed white jade, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were faintly stained with tears.

"In this life, I will not let you leave me again." Mo Chen hugged Mrs. Xiang's fiery and delicate body exuding a faint fragrance, stroked her smooth and flawless face, and said in a trembling and firm voice.

As he spoke, he stood up and picked up the unconscious Mrs. Xiang by the waist and walked indoors.

A moment later, Mo Chen placed Mrs. Xiang's fiery delicate body on the low couch and covered her with a pink quilt embroidered with mandala flowers.

Mo Chen knelt beside Mrs. Xiang, looked at the sleeping beauty, with a satisfied smile on his face, and slowly stood up and walked out of the room.

Although the Fengwu sisters have not yet been resurrected, it has also made Mo Chen see hope, the hope of resurrecting the two sisters.

He had just stood up, and before he reached the outer room, he heard a slight whisper from Mrs. Xiang: "Husband, don't leave Wu'er, Wu'er is really scared." ”

Hearing this, Mo Chen suddenly stopped, as if he had been struck by thunder, he slowly turned around, looked at Mrs. Xiang who woke up in disbelief, looked at the longing in her eyes, couldn't stop the tears in her eyes anymore, and whispered hoarsely: "Wu'er." ”