In the middle of the snowy mountains.

Zhao Ling was alone and returned to the land of enlightenment with difficulty.

Look at everything that's familiar here.

She couldn't help but think of the bits and pieces of her thirty years with Yang Gang in front of her.

His expression then became resolute, cold, and full of bitter hatred.

Compared with the hysteria of losing his parents and clansmen back then, there is more of a deep hatred, as if it has been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

"Don't worry, Ah Ling."

"The rest.... I'll leave it to Zero. A Zero ...... OK. ”

[Time turns, time flies. Zhao Ling began his penance in the Great Snow Mountain. 】

[Day after day, year after year.] She held that ordinary spear every day, faced with nine satin bone drawings of demon gods, and practiced frantically in the snow. 】

[Every day, I am immersed in endless despair and remorse...... Trying to turn that bitter hatred into motivation for spiritual practice. 】

[However...... She has ordinary talents, and her cultivation speed has always been as slow as ever. She couldn't cultivate the Great Snow Mountain Demon God Bone Casting Skill, let alone the Demon God Satin Nine Transformations. Only with the most ordinary exercises, practice and refine the physical realm. 】

[Ten years later, she finally reached the level of 100 veins and cultivated the second stage of the refinement realm-Tongmai. 】

[Thirty years of casting bones, ten years of pulse...... Such a speed is doomed to nothing. 】

[The hope of revenge is very slim.] 】

[This day. 】

[The wind is howling, and the snow is frozen. 】

[Zhao Ling sat in the hut and finally picked up the book called 'The Secret of Cutting Love'. 】

"I'm so stupid......"

"Ah Ling, I'm really stupid, stupid......"

Zhao Ling gently stroked the strokes left by Yang Gang on the heart of the slashing heart.

The infatuated gaze reveals a resoluteness.

"I really can't help it...... Ah Ling. ”

"I've tried everything. Perhaps, this is the only way to give me hope for revenge. ”

"But...... I'm afraid. I'm afraid that after cultivating the Heart Cutting Technique, I will forget about you. I'm really scared of ......."

"But...... If I don't practice the Passion Cutting Technique, I'm afraid I won't be able to have any hope of revenge in my life......"

"I've heard that."

"I've heard it all......"

"No regrets, the boy said, the heavenly sword is resurrected......"

"He can be resurrected, so ...... you It must be okay, right? ”

"You must be able to get out of the Blood Drinking Demon Knife and continue the glory of this life. Right? ”

Zhao Ling's eyes burst with a powerful hope.

"Yes, I can, I can bring you back to life...... Even if it's the price I forgot about you. It's all ......."

"Ah Ling, I'm sorry."

[After hesitating for ten years, Zhao Ling finally made up his mind to practice the trick of cutting love, forget everything, and forget the emotions that belong to people. Even, forget the ...... in my heart The most important shadow. Revisit the way of forgetting in the previous life. 】

[This night, the snow fell heavily and the ice was frozen for thousands of miles. 】

[Sitting on the reincarnation of the immortal monarch, re-entering the realm of sitting and forgetting. 】

"Do you have to be so yourself?" Yang Gang watched all this silently, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Resurrection?

How could he be resurrected.

Now I can only hope that Zhao Ling's hundred years of cultivation can suffer less.

Zhao Ling's current situation is simply too suitable for cultivating the trick of cutting love. As long as she's willing...... Forget the only remaining shadow in your heart.

In a hundred years, with her fit for the way of sitting and forgetting, maybe she can really defeat the Heavenly Sword in the state of perfection?

[Another decade later.] 】

[Zhao Ling's cultivation speed is much faster, and he finally stumbled and reached the realm of the golden body, and is about to step into the realm of Zhengang, condensing a heart that cuts off love and desires. 】

[However, it was also at this level that she was stagnant.] 】

[Five years later, it was still the same.] 】

Yang Gang sighed and turned to Zhao Ling's perspective.

Silent late night.

A cry of despair, pain suddenly came from the snow: "I can't forget, I can't forget...... I will never forget it! Ah Ling, I can't forget it! ”

"I can't forget you!!"

The woman who made the voice seemed to have completely fallen into a state of madness.

Roaring, hysterical, frenzied and helpless.

"I really, really can't forget ......"

"No, I can! I'm sure I can...... Chopper asked, reaching the top. I'm going to catch up with him, kill, kill, kill...... Titan Clan, kill—"

Endless hatred is like a surging river, colder than the 10,000-year-old ice in the snowy mountains.

Yang Gang couldn't bear to close his eyes.

But he couldn't resist a desperate cry in his ears.

[Ten years, another ten years...... Zhao Ling still can't forget the love roots planted deep in his heart. 】

[The forty-fifth year in the Great Snow Mountain......]

[Yang Wuregret's descendants went up the mountain and sent a northland travel book. This book records the glorious past events in the life of the 'Sword Demon'. 】

"This book ......"

Zhao Ling stroked the book cover of the Northland Travelogue, and suddenly showed a quiet smile.

"With it, I.... I was able to feel at ease, too. ”

"At least there is anyone in this world who can remember your name except me. ...... always remembered"

"The existence of this book means ...... I won't forget you! ”

"Ah Ling......" let out a long roar.

It shook the entire Daisetsuzan Mountains.

Thousands of avalanches roared in, like a catastrophe that destroyed the world.

Zhao Ling stood alone on the snow flat, holding an ordinary spear in his hand, and suddenly shot forward, passing through the void and breaking through countless layers of ice and snow.

A strange aura of red dust formed outside her.

Forty-five years of penance in the Great Snow Mountain, a heart of love and Taoism - finally condensed.

Zhao Ling stood in the ice and snow, with a cold and lonely temperament.

It is like a cold and ruthless celestial, a ...... who has returned from reincarnation. Reincarnated Immortal Monarch.

"Not enough...... It's not enough......" A cold voice sounded, and Zhao Ling seemed to have completely changed into another person.

She stood in the white ice and snow, like a fairy in the sky, the bright moon hung high, and she admired herself.

All that is left is absolute sanity in the brain, and I understand what I am doing for what I am doing.

She has one more goal for the rest of her life - to destroy the Giant God City and kill the Heavenly Sword Song Youqiao.

This time, she wants to completely cut off the peerless heavenly sword of the giant god clan.

As for resurrecting Yang Gang...... She forgot.

I saw the woman with a cold temperament like frost, holding a spear and silently turning around, walking towards the depths of the Great Snow Mountain.

[Deep underground in the Land of Enlightenment, Zhao Ling discovered a demon cave and found the huge remains of the ancient demon gods buried deep underground. 】

[The demonic energy of this place gathers, and endless ice and snow demons are born. In the decades that followed, she frantically went into the underground demon cave every day, honing her marksmanship, like a killing machine tirelessly, only knowing how to kill, kill, kill every day...... Injured again and again, near-death again and again ......]

[Zhao Ling, who is immersed in boundless killing, is like entering the devil's path, ruthless and murderous...... The comprehension of marksmanship gradually entered the room. 】

Yang Gang looked at Zhao Ling's crazy figure.

This woman...... The face, chest, juniors, and neck are crisscrossed with scars, and there is hardly a good skin on the body.

I couldn't help but sigh.

"Why bother......

But if this is not the case, with just an ordinary spear, how can she fight from being lacking to flawless, and the Heavenly Sword Song is also at the peak of sword cultivation?

Even though she has stepped into the realm of slashing love, she still does not change the stubbornness and persistence in her nature.

[Ten years later, under the absolutely rational thinking of the heart trick, Zhao Ling finally achieved the best of his guns. 】

[At the same time, her love and Dao heart have also been completed, and she has awakened the first life: Sitting and Forgetting the Immortal King. Then she went all the way to the peak of the Zhengang realm, and did not choose to go any further, cultivating the Yuan Shen to cross the three tribulations. 】

[It's as if there's an invisible door in front of her, which discourages her.] 】

[And in the next ten years, Zhao Ling began to change to the way of sitting and forgetting, and in the ninetieth year of the Great Snow Mountain, she awakened the second life again - or sat and forgot the immortal monarch. 】

[In the hundredth year, she finally walked out of the third life. It's still ...... Sit and forget the immortal king. 】

"Sit and forget the ...... of the Immortal Monarch," Yang Gang couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What is the origin of this Sitting Forgetting Immortal Monarch? As a person in the fairyland, why has he been sinking into the sea of red dust and suffering, abandoning the way of sitting and forgetting again and again, and reincarnating in the red dust?

[On this day, in the land of enlightenment, the ice and snow do not change. Zhao Ling was dressed in a black robe, covering the criss-crossing scars on his body. 】

[For the first time in a hundred years, she stepped out of the land of enlightenment. 】

In front of Yang Gang's eyes, the long river of life was shining.

A small cyan fish suddenly bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and the indigo light seemed to be even more dazzling than the azure life order!

Ultimately.

Those indigo rays of light evolved into cyan words.

[Yan stunt, invite the heavenly sword. The heart of the gun is like a dream, and the gods and demons cry blood. 】

[Northland Magic Spear, Final Tribulation - Tribulation. 】