A month after Jiushan and Yun Yun met, in a forest path, Jiushan and several monks disguised themselves as mortals escorted a carriage.

This carriage looks simple, but it hides a flawless spiritual weapon in it.

As the group walked, suddenly a woman with a silk silk and a half-masked face appeared and blocked their way.

"Yunyun, why are you here?" Jiushan was stunned.

"Because you gave me a great gift! I want to thank you so much!" Yun Yun smiled.

It's just that this smile is creepy no matter how you look at it.

At the same time, one figure after another also flew up, surrounding this piece of heaven and earth.

"You... You told Wind Ridge Pavilion!" Jiushan said in disbelief.

"For so many years, they have not trusted me, and you gave me the opportunity to perform!" Yun Yun still smiled.

As soon as Yun Yun's words fell, an old man appeared out of thin air from the shadows and walked to Yun Yun's side.

"Wind Ridge Pavilion will not treat you badly. The old man said lightly.

"The transformation of the gods is complete..."Jiushan murmured bitterly.

In the next moment, the old man made a move, and he just raised his hand and fell, causing everyone except Jiushan to turn into powder and scatter.

Jiushan was able to carry it down, not because of how strong he was, but because an ugly and short middle-aged man appeared in front of him at some point.

After he looked at the old man solemnly, he was about to grab Jiushan and run away.

It's a pity that the old man didn't give him a chance, and with a wave of his hand, a turquoise spiritual power blade that exuded terrifying fluctuations slashed towards Jiushan.

In desperation, the short and ugly middle-aged man had no choice but to give up Jiushan and turn into a streamer of light and rise to the sky alone.

Jiushan is not an ordinary character either, he miraculously dodged the Spirit Blade and took out a scroll, intending to teleport away.

But the old man is not a stupid person, he only moved a little thought, and Jiushan, who had just finished urging the scroll, was seriously injured by the scroll.

Dragging the stump of his body, Jiushan rushed to Yun Yun with all his might, but the old man chose to ignore it when he saw this.

"I am... I trust you so much..."Jiushan staggered and fell in front of Yun Yun.

"Hmm?..." Seeing Jiushan's painful and distorted face, Yun Yun was suddenly at a loss, as if she remembered something, and seemed to think that those were just dreams.

"Crackle~" Suddenly, the silk around her erupted with a colorless but tangible lightning.

The resolute face of a swordsman appeared before her.

"Huhu~" seems to be colorless but tangible, and hurricanes also spontaneously burst out of the hairpins in the bun.

The personable face of a weak scholar also appeared in front of her eyes.

When the two resonate inexplicably, the memory of an ordinary life also emerges.

“... Someone tampered with my memory, someone forcibly erased it all. In silence, Yun Yun thought to herself.

A tear also flowed down her left eye.

However, she didn't cry, just looked at the sky.

What she saw was not a short, ugly middle-aged man who was fighting with the Wind Ridge Pavilion monk in the sky.

What she saw was a black-robed man standing tall.

The man was covered in black robes all over, with only a pair of withered hands on the outside.

"You didn't succeed, not only did I not do what you wanted, but I also remembered more memories, the memories of the Cloud Heaven Sect, the memories of the ninety-nine Chaos Spirit Branches. Yun Yun said first.

At the same time, she also sped up the so-called First Week Heavenly Heart Method taught to her by the old woman whose body she was now running.

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the earth shook, and even the space trembled and emitted indescribable piercing sounds.

Each of these sounds is a different sound, but each one is incomparably accurate, and it is a sound that the person who hears it does not want to hear at all.

It's like, they will change, and they will change what they are most afraid of.

The monks around them who bore the brunt of the attack not only heard the roar of hell, but were horrified to find that they had turned back into mortals.

Looking at the monks who fell one by one, even the old man of the Wind Ridge Pavilion couldn't help but tremble and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

At the same time, Yun Yun's stagnant cultivation also changed, and they broke through the shackles of the Jindan period and surged out of the fluctuations of the Yuan Infant.

The familiar huge face reappeared, this time it no longer had any cover, it was Yun Yun's appearance, but it was a level more beautiful than Yun Yun, but it could really be seen that it was the same person.

However, Yun Yun herself still seems to be blinded.

"You'll help me solve it, right?" Yun Yun asked bluntly, looking at the black-robed man.

"Hahaha! I'll clear all obstacles for you!" the black-robed man's heart fluttered when he saw the huge face, but he still said it in a steady tone.

After that, a black ball of "light" that seemed to absorb the light of the whole world was condensed in the hands of the black-robed man.

Under the observation of the divine mind or divine consciousness, it was indeed a ball of light, but in fact, everyone present temporarily lost their eyes, they could not see anything, not even pitch black.

Yes, it's just an irregular nothingness.

The black-robed man didn't throw it, he directly crushed the ball of light.

In an instant, everyone saw the light again, but unfortunately the light was too dazzling, so that everyone except Yun Yun and the black-robed man lost their eyes forever.

It was an incurable wound, much worse than the wound caused by its "silence".

And because those wounds will never heal, the wounded will live forever in pain.

However, the most unacceptable thing was not only that, except for the old man of the Wind Ridge Pavilion, everyone had lost all their cultivation and the only spiritual root that existed.

Suddenly, the sound of wailing resounded throughout the world.

Seeing the huge face disappear, the black-robed man also disappeared with a faint smile, as if this purgatory-like tragedy was not caused by him.

"Bastard!" Looking at Jiushan, who was also in great pain, Yun Yun couldn't help but curse secretly.

"Ahem... Traitor!" the old man of the Wind Ridge Pavilion once again entered Yun Yun's field of vision, although he did not run out of oil, he also suffered a lot of trauma, and his aura no longer had the same perfection as before.

At the same time, Yun Yun also felt a terrifying aura that made her feel terrifying, and she hurriedly dodged when she was frightened.

"Whew~" There was really a flying sword that rubbed against Yun Yun's head and roared over.

But Yun Yun still didn't feel that the crisis was over, and the flying sword stopped in an incredible instant, and attacked again like a phantom.

From a distance, it looked as if dozens of flying swords were attacking together.

There was no way to hide, the hairpin in Yun Yun's bun melted, and it immediately condensed into a jade shield and blocked Yun Yun in front of him.