In a trance, the demonic body began to glow.

He can't be called "Demonic Blaze" anymore.

The doll's exterior was completely torn, and its gorgeous clothes were torn open, revealing its body made of alien things, and a crack opened in its heart, and the gap was a glittering green. When Li Yunuan stretched out his hand, the green spun up faintly, pulling out thousands of branches and leaves, sliding out of the cracks in his heart like tentacles, and turning into bronze vines the moment he touched the outside world, locking Li Yunuan's hand and his entire body tightly, locked in the arms of the demon blazing.

“...... Endless nightmares and death, sitting in the dark, even the sound will gradually become extravagant. Only those memories with you support me...... Wait...... But even so, this body is almost at the end of its time......"

As he spoke, more and more vines emerged from his heart, and they seemed to merge her with him, tightly wrapping around her, and even pressing her into the big hole that cracked in his heart!

“...... How many years have you been waiting...... I've waited until my body is rotting, and I'm finally waiting for you to come back. It doesn't matter if there are no memories of the past, we can make new ones...... Stay, and don't leave me...... I don't want to taste the pain of being left alone anymore......"

He said sadly, coughing up black blood.

The vines and vines became more and more rampant, they ran wildly, wrapped layer upon layer, and soon wrapped them all in a huge cocoon, and with the "Demon Blazing" as the center, countless tentacles stretched out, connecting all the living creatures in the Destiny Palace.

The snow and ice began to spread.

The frost flower and the ice edge expanded rapidly along the vines, and the green cocoon turned into a light blue ice ball in a blink of an eye, and the palace people who were standing on the side because of the order of the demon blazing were frozen in place by the ice and snow before they could even send out the ****.

But Li Yunuan at the center of the storm did not feel cold or suffocated, she quietly leaned on him, feeling the strange warmth.

In my mind, more images poured out like a tide.

......

"Why do you forget?"

......

"Forgetting each other is the most cruel punishment, how many foolish children in the world, love to die and live in this life, but after reincarnation, they pass by, and never know each other. ”

......

"I don't believe in reincarnation, I don't want to face it!"

......

Who is it that is questioning sadly?!

For what is the sorrow that is covered with time and cannot be annihilated?

When the cold wind hit, she subconsciously shrank her body and looked around, trying to find something to protect herself from the cold, but suddenly found that the face reflected on the ice wall was actually very unfamiliar.

Goose egg face, almond eyes, small nose, fair cheeks with a few freckles, most of the hair hanging down slightly curly, yellowish hair.

It's not a beautiful country, but it can't be classified as ugly.

But this face is definitely not her face, and the face in her memory is definitely not like this!

“...... I...... What the hell is going on?"

Reaching out and grasping his hair, he found that although his hands were as slender as green onions, his fingertips and palms were covered with a thick layer of calluses.

Where the hell is it!

In her anxiety, she looked around, this was an ice world, there was frost everywhere, the seat steps were all made of 10,000 years of ice, the air exuded a faint fragrance of pine, she walked barefoot on the ground of ice crystals, and she didn't feel a trace of cold.

Here it is...... Where?

Who am I?

Her consciousness was a little confused, and she clearly remembered that she shouldn't have been like this, and she shouldn't have such hands, but who she was, what she should have been, and couldn't remember anything at all.

Memories seem to have been washed by someone, and as long as there are doubts about reality, they will have a splitting headache.

Who!

Who am I!

This is where!

Just as he was feeling uneasy, there was a clear sound of footsteps behind him.

Someone was coming on the snow steps, and she turned around and bumped into a familiar face.

The appearance of the person who came in his thirties, wearing a light-colored long coat, a high crown and a broad belt, although there is no elegance and peerless color, he is also born with an outstanding temperament, and his upright and fair face vaguely oozes weakness. He walked up to her with concern, grabbed her hand, and looked at it carefully: "Sure enough, this body can't hold on." ”

Can't hold on? What do you mean?

Confusion is like a cloud that can't be entangled, but he naturally said in his mouth: "Life and death have their own fate, and going against the sky will always be retributed." Too often you've done enough for me, give up. Let me ......"

"Give up? ”

The man known as Taichang smiled bitterly and hugged her shoulders sadly: "This life is empty, and the next life is even more ethereal." Ordinary people take reincarnation as the sustenance of regrets in this life. But after reincarnation, whether you and I are still the same people are, it is...... No one knows what to do...... I ......"

"But having an expectation is better than consuming countless pills, and in the end you still can't resist the destiny of heaven, your body is broken, and your soul can't even be maintained with a puppet...... Fate is not something we can resist...... Too often, give up...... I ......"

Tears flowed out sadly, she didn't know why she was sad, and she didn't know why she said these words that she didn't understand at all, another consciousness was dominating her words and deeds, and her self became a spectator.

Give up, the voice persuaded again and again, although he sat in the depths of the ice cave in a gorgeous dress, he seemed to instantly become a village girl in a printed blue cloth squatting by the stream to wash her clothes, and behind him stood him in the same plain clothes as herself.

These are her memories, but they are not her.

She must resist these memories, and once she acknowledges them as her own, she is no longer herself.

But the memory slowly hit her like a tide, it seeped into every crevice silently, asking again and again: If it wasn't Sang Luo, who would you be?

Who am I? I am not Sanglu, who should I be?

The great loss of not being able to remember her name was like a poisonous snake wrapped around her heart, causing her to breathe abnormally.

On the contrary, the man who was called Tai Chang suddenly sighed heavily after a little silence.

“...... I am a timid person who does not have the courage to face samsara...... I'm sorry, I can't do it......"

He spoke softly, tears turning into ice crystals and ticking to the ground as soon as they flowed out of his eyes.

"I ...... I know the Tao, I always know that you can't do it...... But...... This body will soon collapse, and people can't resist the destiny of heaven...... I've dragged you down for too long, you...... If you really don't want to give up on me...... Both the Moon God Monarch and the Demon Venerable have said that those who survive the Nine Heavenly Tribulations can ...... ...... all the dead"

Involuntarily, once again uttered utterance.

The man listened quietly and sighed: "I have long known the saying that the Nine Heavenly Tribulations have achieved the other side. But...... I don't have the courage of the Demon Venerable, nor the madness of the Moon God Monarch, and it is impossible for me to be as cowardly as I am......! They ...... again Sang Luo, promise me, the last time to cooperate with my experiment, I ...... If you fail this time, I will no longer bind you, I ...... Set you free......"

"Well," she said slyly, "...... If there is an afterlife, I will never think of any memory with you, you and me...... It is enough to dwell on this life, and in the next life, I ...... I just want to be myself, don't cultivate immortals, don't live forever, don't love, don't hate, and return to dust in a hundred years......"

Helpless, but more resolute, perhaps for Sang Luo, who has experienced the unforgettable memory of this life, forgetting is the real relief.

Taichang closed his eyes, he knew all the pain of Sang Luo, and when she said to give up, his heart was far heavier and more painful than hers.

"I promise you. But I will also keep my vows and wait for you forever with double memories...... No matter how long I wait, whether I wait for you or not me, I will wait, until all love turns into hate, and when all is very forgetful......"

As he spoke, he squeezed her hand, guided her, and stroked his face.

Where the fingertips flowed, the lilac began to condense, and the gold dust **** formed a mysterious magic pattern.

"These are my promises to you. I...... Even for me, 10,000 years of waiting is enough for the body to decay, but I can transfer me to the body of the Yanren, who will not die...... His body will not decay until he completes his mission...... I will wait for you forever, for the reincarnation of a generation that you don't know about the path of the Tao to come back here and liberate me from eternity. ”

“...... Good ......"

Swallowing tears of promise, bitter and even a little weak, she clasped his hand tightly, something that she did not want to remember sprouted like silk threads, wrapping her slowly......

Opening her eyes and looking at the layers of bronze vines that sealed her, she remembered her name.

I am Li Yunuan, a mortal who has no strength but still wants to open the road to godhood.

Turning her face sideways and looking at the cold face of the demon, her heart suddenly trembled slightly.

She remembered all of him.

He is too often, one of the smartest people in the world, with the most dexterous hands in the world. The huge bronze palace, as well as the fake and real Yan people here, including the Demon Blazing, are his works. But he is also the most cowardly person in the world, just because he is afraid of the unknown, he even persuades his wife to give up reincarnation with him.

Sadly, I'm not Sanlo.

The fog in memory has not yet been dispelled, but Li Yunuan has clearly and unmistakably known that he is not Sang Luo.

The woman who was as clear as a stream had long since been swept away by the torrent of time, perhaps as a flower or a piece of grass, or even just a wisp of air.

So...... I...... Who is it?

Nobody.

I am Li Yunuan, a waste material that should not exist, but I still embarked on the road of becoming a god, and will continue to walk.

She moved, and the seemingly unbreakable vines turned to ashes the moment they touched her body, and the bronze cocoon shattered as a matter of course, revealing her haggard and completely dry demonic blaze.

"Reincarnation is the most cruel punishment, the love of this life, but the next life is a passing by. I don't believe in reincarnation, I don't want to face it!"

The bitter voice echoed repeatedly, what did Sang Luo want to say?

She frowned, thinking about what to do next—

Knock! Knock!

A dull sound rang out from the other side of the bronze door, and someone had arrived, banging on the knocker, eagerly waiting to enter.

But she didn't want to open the door, and a strange illusion was born in her mind, as if it was a monstrous blood wave that was banging on the door at this moment, and in the center of the blood wave, there was a dark golden cross floating and sinking, and on it hung a god dressed in a corpse full of maggots.

That's - the god they killed!

He's alive, and he's going to take revenge on them!

Hey!hey!hey!

The smirk was overwhelming, both illusory and real, and she stepped on the vine and rolled down the stairs.