Chapter 114: Life Stories Repeated

Biquge www.biquge.inforeadx; The two war swords seem to have really found a place of belonging, and there is an induction between the two swords, the sound of the sword is constantly echoing, and the remnants of the wind are constantly hugging each other and calling back to no avail, and the two war swords are completely out of control

"Boom!"

Something shocked the remnant wind happened, Zi Xiao waved her sword and slashed directly over the hill, the divine sword Zi Xiao turned into a fairy light and nailed it to the hill, and the Zi Yu Sword was also concocted in the same way, and the sword body was firmly inserted only a few meters away from Zi Xiao

"I won't have a headache, it means that I am in this space, and the so-called spiritual world is the real world for me" Remnant Feng couldn't help but guess like this, and before he could make the next move, a strange scene began to be projected in front of Remnant Wind's eyes, at this moment, Remnant Wind felt that time was going backwards, pulling everything back to more than ten years ago, and the picture of Ruxian told the past

"I know, this hill is my root, Ziyu Zixiao peeled away my memory, and what should be on this screen should be my past memory" Remnant Feng couldn't help but be interested, he wanted to see what kind of memory Zixiao gave him

On the picture, a gentle and graceful woman appeared, the palace hairpin golden wisps, willow leaves and pretty eyebrows, green silk melodious in the wind, there was sadness on her face that could not be concealed, she was holding a newborn child in her arms, the woman's mouth was singing a requiem ballad, while also controlling the surrounding aura, as if there were thousands of humanoid creatures with white wings circling around the body, the bright feathers fell from time to time, and the corners of the child's mouth were still full of smiles

"That's ...... Mother!" Remnant Feng's body was too excited, and couldn't help but tremble, even if it was just an image, Remnant Wind could feel a strong call from the depths of the blood, every inch of flesh and blood was inherited from the skin of that beautiful woman, and after seventeen years of parting, Remnant Wind saw his biological mother for the first time!

"Yu'er" next to the beautiful woman suddenly appeared a man in a battle robe, a resolute face, temples have been a little white, the vicissitudes of the years have left traces on his body, a pair of loving eyes warmly look at the beautiful woman and the child in her arms

"Brother Chen, how long can Feng'er live、、、" The beautiful woman's face did not show a smile, their newborn child was born with a wisp of soul, without her blessing with life, the infant child may not live today

"Yu'er, Feng'er, he will always be alive," the man comforted, holding the beautiful woman tightly in his arms, cherishing this last moment

"You mean, you have a way?" the young woman was about to jump up excitedly, with her husband's great powers, maybe there was really a way to break the taboo!

"Let's go home first, it's about to move again, you have to keep an eye on it" The man hugged the beautiful woman and left, while comforting with a gentle voice, the eyes of the remnant wind were moist, and his parents were in front of him, and he could touch them with his hand, but now it has become the farthest distance in this world

Another picture jumped out of the crack cut by the purple sword, the woman woke up from her sleep, there was no man on one side of the couch, only the remnants of the swaddling wind were crying, his body was full of fiery red light, as soon as the woman saw this scene, Qingmu shed two lines of tears, holding the child and crying softly

"Brother Chen, I, Dongfang Yu'er, will not live up to you" The beautiful woman's face has been waiting for pear blossoms to rain, and the remnant wind is born with a wisp of soul, and his father uses his life's cultivation and life essence to complete it, which is an indirect life for life, and fighting for life with the sky must pay the price!

Dongfang Yu'er left the fairyland with the remnant wind in swaddling clothes, the eyes of the remnant wind have been tears in pairs, this is the first time he has cried since he grew up, when he saw Dongfang Yu'er reappeared, the voice became a little stalky, the lush forest on the picture is the long-lost Ten Thousand Demon Forest!

Dongfang Yu'er put the remnant wind under a big tree, and also planted a spell on the remnant wind, causing the surrounding high-level demon beasts to flee from the wind, she gently put a copper order in the swaddling clothes of the remnant wind, tears rained down, and sobbed endlessly

"Feng'er, nine times out of ten where my mother is going, your father gave you tomorrow, don't let him down, at the end of the west, there is still a mother waiting for you、、、"

"Hum~"

Ziyou and Zixiao have been firmly inserted on the hill, the sword body is entwined with the rules of the formation, completely integrated with the mountain, the two purple swords seem to be reborn in this spiritual world, and restore the glory of the past world

The eyes of the remnant wind were red from crying, it turned out that his body not only flowed with his father's blood, but also his and his mother's hope, who said that he did not have father's love and mother's love, in the three days he was born, he had received the ultimate love beyond the world!

"Mother at the end of the west, 、、、, I will definitely pick you up!" said firmly, knowing his life experience in such a way, Remnant Wind felt that he was living in a dream, and hoped that time could go back to that moment, if he didn't lack the spirit, then today their family can be reunited, and now there is no if, he has to move forward bravely and take back his mother!

"Boom"

The spiritual world of the remnant wind suddenly turbulent, everything in front of him suddenly became blurred, the brain was suddenly pierced by a needle and steel needle as if the pain was severe, the entire spiritual world collapsed instantly, and in a trance, the remnant wind felt a mark on his arm from the hill

"Whew" The remnant wind gasped heavily, everything just now was like a dream, and the spiritual world of the self was not only completely depicted in front of him, but the two divine swords also produced a special sense there, stimulating his latent memory

"No! Zixiao and Ziyou have lost their senses, it's true!" The remnant wind was frightened and at the same time, a sense of joy swelled in his heart, everything was not a subjective conjecture!

"The end of the west, the end of the west、、、" The remnant wind muttered to himself, his emotions became more and more excited, just a line of stone carvings gave him hope!

He sat on the moment for three days, and engraved all the tracks of the stone carvings in his mind, including the remnants of the Tao inside, which was the crystallization of the wisdom of the old man, and he could learn from it when he created his own exercises in the future

There is never night in this place, the scenery of spring is a gift of nature, but it is eternally buried here, the remnant wind took one last look at the scenery here, cautiously towards the center of the depression, and the intuition told the remnant wind that there was the center of everything

When the remnant wind gradually stepped into the center of the depression, it touched the unknown formation without warning, and the remnant wind disappeared in place at once, not knowing where it was teleported、、、