Seeing the girl's face, He Zichuan suddenly felt bad, so he had to use his mana to forcibly suppress the evil fire in his chest and abdomen, turned around in embarrassment, didn't dare to look at the seductive body anymore, and said apologetically: "Mo'er, I'm sorry ......."

The girl saw that He Zichuan took the initiative to turn around, and did not want to do wrong, the killing intent in her eyes was slightly restrained, she bent her legs to block her lower body, and covered the tall twin peaks with both hands, and still asked very vigilantly, "Do you have clothes?"

He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Don't you have it yourself?"

The girl's cheeks flushed, and she said angrily: "I'm alone, where did I get the clothes?"

He Zichuan said strangely: "There is obviously a change of clothes in your small world?"

"What is that?" the girl asked, confused.

He Zichuan's heart suddenly burst into thought, "Mo'er shouldn't really have amnesia, right? Or is this woman not her at all?" He silently released his divine thoughts, quietly probed the girl, and found that although the girl looked exactly the same as Mo Yan, there was no spiritual pressure on her body, and there was a sudden shock in his heart, and he hurriedly turned around and asked, "You really don't remember anything?" After speaking, he found that the girl was still naked, and his old face turned red and hurriedly turned around.

When He Zichuan turned around excitedly, the girl subconsciously covered her whole body again, but this time she was not angry, but asked inexplicably, "What do you remember?"

He Zichuan wanted to turn around and speak again, but he was afraid that the girl was naked, so he had to swallow what he wanted to say back into his stomach first, and then gritted his teeth and took out three zhang of red silk and raised it into the air, and the sword qi in his hand burst out, carving wantonly on the red silk, and the rags like the scattered flowers of the heavenly maiden fell, and for a while they were like falling snow.

The red silk gradually took shape under He Zichuan's sword aura, which was very similar to the red dress that Mo Yan usually liked. He dispersed the sword qi and made a spell at the half-formed red dress, and then popped out a red line into the air, the red line seemed to be a spiritual snake, twisting on its own, shuttling back and forth on the half-formed red dress, but in a few breaths, it was sewn into a real one-piece red dress. The red dress circled in the air and gently fell into the girl's arms.

At this time, the girl was already stunned, and forgot to put it on for a while while holding the red dress, and murmured: "It's amazing, are you a god, how can you be so powerful? And it just so happens that I like red!"

He Zichuan thought that the girl was tender-faced, and she would definitely put it on as soon as she got the skirt, but when he turned around, the girl was still naked and in a daze, so frightened that he immediately turned back and scolded: "What are you in a daze? ”

"Oh, oh......" The girl woke up like a dream, and hurriedly put the red dress on her body, and then looked east and west on herself, and looked around, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she felt.

He Zichuan tried to look back, and saw that the girl was finally no longer out of control, so he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said, "Do you remember who you are?"

As if she was very satisfied with this gift, the girl seemed to have completely let down her guard, smiled at He Zichuan, her beautiful big eyes bent into crescents, and said nonchalantly: "Of course I am me, could it be someone else?"

"What kind of mess is this?" He Zichuan only felt that his head was as big as a fight, and he tried his best to suppress his eagerness, and Wen Yan asked, "What is your name, where are you from, and do you remember me?"

Hearing He Zichuan's question, the girl bit her lip and fell into deep thought, but He Zichuan lifted her heart, for fear of hearing an answer she didn't want to hear.

A little half a moment passed, and every time the girl gradually showed a little bit of struggle, He Zichuan's heartbeat accelerated a little, and I don't know how many times. The girl's eyes finally lit up, and she said in surprise: "I remember!"

"Do you remember who you are?" He Zichuan asked in surprise with a look of ecstasy on his face, resisting the urge to hug the girl into his arms.

The girl smiled and nodded, and said affirmatively, "Yes, didn't you just call me Mo'er? Where am I from, it's a difficult question, it must be a far away, right? Oh, isn't it? It must be a beautiful place? Hehe, put it on you, of course, it's a pervert who dresses me and covets me!"

He Zichuan couldn't spit it out in his head in one breath, his face was flushed, and he didn't know what to say.

The girl smiled brightly, and seeing that He Zichuan's face was not good, she asked tentatively, "Hey, pervert, what's wrong with you?"

He Zichuan took a deep breath and asked hoarsely, "Mo'er, are you sure you didn't pretend to have amnesia to deceive me?

The girl blinked her long eyelashes and said aggrievedly: "I didn't lie, I told the truth." ”

He Zichuan sat down on the ground in a gloomy manner, not wanting to explore anything more. It's not that he doesn't want to know the girl's current situation, there are too many possibilities, after experiencing a series of joys and sorrows, he only feels exhausted, his heart is a mess, and there is no extra energy to deal with this seemingly innocent girl again.

The girl sat down not far from He Zichuan, but she seemed to be full of curiosity about everything around her, and she couldn't be idle at all, and after sitting down for a while, she began to look around incessantly, and then scurried around like a newborn calf.

"Hey, where are we now, and why do you know me?" the girl wandered to He Zichuan's side at some point, sat down, and asked curiously.

"I don't know......" He Zichuan raised his eyelids, but he didn't open his eyes after all, but just dealt with her perfunctorily.

The girl didn't get the answer she wanted, so she poked He Zichuan, who was lying on the ground, with her arm, and asked persistently: "Hey, pervert, you seem to know me very well? Tell me about the past, I really don't have any impression at all." ”

He Zichuan opened his eyes helplessly, looking at the girl's ignorant appearance, and thinking about her beautiful style when he first met Moyan, this person, or these two people, although their appearance has not changed, the difference in temperament is really unacceptable. He felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, diluted his thoughts of escaping, and said faintly in the girl's expectant gaze: "It all started a few months ago, when I just met you, and you were wearing a plain red dress like today......"

The girl blinked her big eyes and listened attentively to He Zichuan's story. He Zichuan is not very good at words, he is not vivid, and some places are even very jerky, but the girl's emotions continue to fluctuate with the situation of the two in the story. When talking about Mr. Qingtao, she was so nervous that she unconsciously bit her lip and grabbed the hem of her skirt; when she talked about the fall of the Heavenly Demon King, she subconsciously reddened her eyes; when she talked about Long Xiangyi's stab in the back, she snorted angrily; when she talked about the two of them narrowly escaping from the Shadow Attack Killing Bureau, her heart pounded uncontrollably; when she talked about Mo Yan giving up her body to block the Holy Emperor's fatal blow, she couldn't help but cover her wide open mouth.

"So that's it, you were inexplicably reborn......" He Zichuan finished telling him all kinds of acquaintances, acquaintances, and loves Moyan word for word. He looked at the girl in a daze, and thought to himself, is she or not? If so, when will she be able to regain her memory? If not, then who is she? Can his own Moyan be returned?

The girl's eyes were red, and her puffy face was still flushed, ignoring He Zichuan's spontaneous stunnedness, and asked excitedly: "So I'm also an immortal, and I'm still a very powerful one?"

He Zichuan woke up in shock, and his expression slowly dimmed. But the girl continued to ask, "Is it, isn't it? I can fly, I can fly, I can fly, and I have beaten so many bad people, it's amazing!"

He Zichuan smiled bitterly in his heart, no matter who the girl in front of him was, he couldn't bear to see her change from a mature and intellectual Moyan to the current appearance, even if this innocent girl might just look very similar to Moyan, he couldn't accept it at all.

"Let's go......" He didn't want to listen to the girl's excited chirp anymore, and got up first, and walked into the distance.

"Where are we going?" the girl thought that she was about to embark on another journey, and her heart was even more excited, it was a real adventure, far from being comparable to a story, let alone a story from the mouth of a person like He Zichuan who was not good at words.

He Zichuan didn't answer, just kept moving forward. Previously, he had been thinking about Mo Yan and didn't care about anything else, but it wasn't until this moment that he really observed this strange place for the first time.

This place seemed to be a holy place for cultivation, and the intensity of the aura was three times that of other places. The surroundings were pitch black, and with He Zichuan's eyesight, he could only see the surrounding dozens of zhang clearly, and his divine thoughts happened to be firmly suppressed in this range, and he could only vaguely sense that the surrounding darkness was filled with all kinds of powerful strange magic circles, which made him instinctively sense a crisis. He didn't dare to move a little rashly, so he took the girl along the bluestone road in a regular manner, and listened to the girl's fuss and admiration all the way, until he walked to the end of the road.

At the end of the road is a platform that is only a dozen zhang wide, square, in front of the platform stands a stone tablet more than one person high, on which the dragon flies and the phoenix dances and writes "Luo Xiantai" three big characters, the overall view of the big character is vigorous and powerful, the iron painting silver hook, seems to have a murderous overflow. And if you look at it separately, every stroke and stroke in these three words is like a sword move, and the combination is a set of swordsmanship, which is a certain rule in the heaven and earth, which can be attacked and defended, and it is extremely magical. He Zichuan is an expert in using swords, and he is also a master of exercises, of course, he can see the way at a glance, but he didn't expect that a small stone tablet, three seemingly plain big characters, can hide a profound swordsmanship, which makes his heart more vigilant.

But the girl, who was curious about everything, had no worries, and she ran up to the platform, and only stopped in front of a statue in the center of the platform, and she stared at the statue carefully with her big beautiful eyes.

The statue is slightly larger than a life-size figure, and is vividly carved with a majestic ironclad warrior holding a bronze banner in one hand and a palm in front of him with the other, as if making a no-passage gesture.

The girl couldn't see why, so she pointed to the statue and asked in a loud voice to He Zichuan who was not far away, "What is this?"

He Zichuan had actually noticed this statue a long time ago, and saw that the statue was full of shape, as if a real person was instantly frozen in ice, as if it contained some kind of strange power. He couldn't help but silently search his stomach, and while recalling all the legends that might be related to this place, he guessed: "This may be the place where the outsiders of some ancient sect are introduced, similar to the place of the Sword Pavilion."

The girl rolled her eyes and muttered, "Who asked you about this broken platform, and people asked about this." As she spoke, she pulled the bronze flag from the statue's hand.

"Don't move!" He Zichuan was startled and reminded loudly, but it was too late. The fast-eyed girl had already pulled out the bronze flag and held it in the palm of her hand.

He Zichuan only heard his heart beat suddenly, and the Lingqi held by the girl in his hand bloomed with dazzling brilliance in an instant, illuminating the originally dark platform as if it were day, the girl instinctively turned her head, covered her eyes with her left hand, but still held the Lingqi with her right hand.

He Zichuan was shocked, an arrow step spanned several zhang, instantly came to the girl's side, hugged her into his arms, and then hit three defensive spells on her body one after another, and took out a precious four-grade defense charm, ready to respond to the unexpected at any time.

The light on the banner came and went quickly, but it disappeared after a short breath. He Zichuan was relieved to see that the girl was not hurt, but what followed was a strong anger because of fear.

He grimaced the girl in his arms and said, "You are so bold, do you know how dangerous it was just now? Any inconspicuous broken stone here can kill you, why don't you put the things in your hand back quickly!"

The girl's eyes were dull, her mouth was slightly open, and she couldn't say a word. He Zichuan's heart tightened, and he guessed, "Could it be that the light emitted by the Ling Banner can capture the soul?" Yes, this girl is a mortal at all, she doesn't have the slightest mana on her body, and it is impossible to condense the Yuan Shen, it must be the soul that has been injured to have such a stunned expression. It turned out to be a direct attack on the soul, no wonder we didn't have the slightest strange feeling. ”

He hugged the girl slightly, softened his tone, and asked tentatively and softly, "Mo'er, can you hear me?"

The girl's eyes gradually regained a trace of clarity, but she still said in a demented voice: "No...... No...... No, look over there!" As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed behind He Zichuan.

He Zichuan looked back, his eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth opened wide, as if he could swallow an egg. It turned out that at some point, the darkness had long since faded, and the light had fallen back on the earth. For the first time, He Zichuan saw clearly what kind of world this place he was in.

In the floating clouds hundreds of zhang away behind them, there is a huge mountain gate up to 100 zhang high out of thin air, and on both sides of the mountain gate is the same magnificent city wall, and standing behind the city wall is actually a majestic palace that stretches for thousands of miles, the palace seems to be built on a very vast cloud, and the heaven and earth are integrated, every brick and tile, every grass and tree are all natural, and not even a penny can be increased or subtracted. It doesn't look very luxurious, but it reveals a suffocating sense of oppression, like a desolate beast entrenched in a nap, every breath makes people tremble from the heart, it is from another level of oppression, which is incomprehensible, indescribable, and irresistible.

In addition to the palace itself, what shocked He Zichuan even more was that just by casually sweeping it, he could easily see that there were tens of thousands of large and small formations standing inside and outside the palace, each of which exuded an aura that made his heart palpitate, and it was conceivable how shocking those core formations that could not be easily perceived were.

In comparison, the whole of Jinchuan is as shabby and undefended as the stables of some third-rate sect in the far north.

"How can there be such a shocking place in the world?" He Zichuan muttered, unconsciously letting go of the girl, and took a few steps in the direction of the palace, but suddenly his eyes froze, and he was stunned.

"Heavenly Hades Temple!" He Zichuan blurted out the three big characters hanging high on the top of the city gate, and a fierce killing aura came to his face, and his chest seemed to be hammered heavily by a giant hammer, and suddenly his blood was churning, and his mana faintly felt unrestrained.

He Zichuan was shocked in his heart, and immediately transported the Origin Heart Sutra to empty the turbidity qi that had accumulated in his body in an instant, so as to avoid trauma to his inner abdomen. He took a few steps back in surprise and uneasiness, his face was cloudy, and he seemed to be thinking about something quickly, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and flew up, and said loudly in mid-air: "He Zichuan accidentally strayed into the Guibao Land, and he had no intention of disturbing the Qing cultivation of the Gui Sect, and he also looked at Haihan." ”

His voice echoed through the mountains, but no one responded for a long time. He Zichuan was extremely surprised in his heart, and unwillingly used enough mana to say loudly again: "He Zichuan accidentally strayed into the noble treasure land, and he had no intention of disturbing the Qing cultivation of your sect, and he also looked at Haihan. ”

The huge echoes echoed in layers and echoed for half a moment, but they still seemed like mud cows entering the sea, and did not provoke any reaction. He Zichuan looked into the distance in confusion, carefully observing this incredible Heavenly Hades Temple, and only then did he notice that almost all the window paper in the palace had been corrupted, the pavilions, corridors, and corners of the walls were covered with thick dead leaves, the eaves and pillars were full of green moss, and countless vines and plants even grew so crazy that they completely wrapped the building, and the huge walls were mottled and crisscrossed with spiderweb-like cracks. Obviously, this place has been abandoned for a long time, and it has long since become a lost city in the sky.

At this time, a thunderbolt crossed the sky, and from the abandoned palace suddenly emitted a dense, up-and-down, creepy, terrifying, like a thousand ghosts galloping, although the sound was like a flash in the pan, it only lasted for a short time, but it aroused a strong fear in He Zichuan's heart, and even threatened the stability of the Dao heart.

In an instant, he was soaked in cold sweat, his whole body trembled slightly unconsciously, and when he looked at the palace where he was sitting on an incomparably magnificent palace, he suddenly felt that it was incomparably strange and gloomy, exuding an indescribable surging death.