Chapter 852: Don't Forget!

The Lost Place, a point.

In this point, an endless black aura enveloped the world.

This is the demonic qi of ten heavens and nine earths, in the legend, the demon civilization is divided into ten heavens and nine lands and nineteen forces, each force has a different demonic qi, but now it is the demonic qi of ten heavens and nine earths gathered together, what is the purpose of so many people in the demon civilization cooperating? After an instant, a gentle sword qi rose vertically and horizontally.

Although this sword qi was extremely gentle, it was not at all aggressive.

But it easily crushed the demonic qi of the ten heavens and nine earths.

The sword was faint, and dozens of screams were heard.

And in the center, a gentle middle-aged man appeared, this middle-aged man was very good-looking, with a sad and melancholy temperament, just like a melancholy bookish middle-aged scholar.

And this middle-aged man's body exudes a temperament like the emperor of gods, the king of immortals, and the ancestor of Buddha.

Tianzun Realm!

Only in the Tianzun realm can be called the God Emperor, the Immortal King, and the Buddha.

Zhou Qingxuan frowned.

That's right, after recovering the memory of the deputy master of civilization in his previous life, Zhou Qingxuan has reached the current state.

Lu Yuan has now basically reached the double realm of the world, I don't know how he can survive the catastrophe, Zhou Qingxuan himself has obtained a rare and extremely rare Honghuang mark artifact, the Honghuang mark is different from the mark of the mace, the mark of the desolation can be erased after it is used up, and the mark of the mace cannot be erased once it is cast.

As for Yan Cangtian, Zhou Qingxuan knew that Yan Cangtian had not obtained the imprint of the desolation, he seemed to have used a rather dangerous method to suppress the outbreak time of the Heavenly Tribulation, and he had suppressed it until now, this suppression method itself was rare, dangerous, and it would be finished if he was not careful, and he could only stay in the lost place, and at the same time he needed an extremely strong will.

Moreover, once the Heavenly Tribulation completely erupts, Senior Brother Yan will be completely destroyed, of course, Zhou Qingxuan also knows Yan Cangtian's plan, he wants to wait for his strength to improve a little more, and then directly enter the mark of the Ancient Civilization to rob the wilderness, after all, after entering the Central Heavenly Empire, there will be a period of time before the Heavenly Tribulation will break out terrifyingly.

That's right, if you don't give it, grab it, this is Yan Cangtian's style.

Forget it, Lu Yuan has his own Lu Yuan's way.

Zhou Qingxuan doesn't have to worry too much, the three myths of Huashan, each person has his own path, and the others are at most on the side to suggest and guide one or two, as for what road to take, it is up to him.

The sword forgets the monument here.

The clouds are shining, the dark clouds are heavy, the thunder and lightning are like shuttles, passing through the heavens and the earth, and the storm is raging.

On the huge sword monument, a man in green clothes sits.

The man in Tsing Yi is still chic, but he is a little confused and casual.

One by one, the memories are constantly draining, and most of the memories have flashed on the Sword Forgetting Monument, but there are also a very few extremely secret things that are mixed with other memories, and outsiders can't see clearly, they can only know that Lu Yuan's memories are disappearing one by one. And now, it is finally the turn of Huashan's memories.

Many memories of the time in Huashan flashed in the sword forgetting monument.

There is a scene of practicing swords with his master Li Yuanbai, a scene of fighting with his brothers, a scene of many brothers and elders gathering together, a scene of Yan Cangtian passing the sword on Mount Hua to Lu Yuan to guard Mount Huashan, a scene of the rebellion of the three sects of sword qi in Mount Hua, a scene of standing up in chaos, and a scene of guarding Mount Hua when the demons attack on a large scale at the end.

Many scenes flashed on the Sword Forgetting Monument.

It's quite a profound scene.

The light of oblivion flashed one by one, and these memories were washed away.

At this critical time, if even Huashan's memory is washed away, then Lu Yuan's memory will basically be lost, and he will become an idiot in the future.

Yun Zhixue clenched her hand, Lu Yuan, even if you forget me, but you can't forget it anymore, even if you forget me, you have to live well, you can't be an idiot!

And many people next to him have a lot of ideas.

The atmosphere couldn't help but become quite tense.

The light of forgetting the dust washed again and again, one after another, and under the washing of so many light of forgetting the dust, Lu Yuan's memory began to blur, and gradually even the memory of Huashan disappeared in the end.

Even the memory of Huashan has disappeared!

"Not bad. Yun Yun smiled and shook the feather fan in his hand.

"That's good. The Desolate Saint Emperor looked at the Fa Saint Emperor on the Holy Speed Boat, the eyes of the two Emperors met in the air, there was no doubt that this time it was the Desolate Saint Emperor who had the upper hand.

Many people in the Sword Gate were quite weak, and Yun Sleeve Snow also fell weakly on the edge of the boat.

"The water pattern is a long thought, and the good period of a thousand miles is rested overnight. Since then, he has no intention of loving the night, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon. Yun Sleeve Xue muttered this poem: "From now on, I have no intention of loving the night, let him go down to the west building under the bright moon." Tears rained down, her voice was choked, and she was crying silently, she knew that she would never forget Lu Yuan again, and she would live forever.

Lu Yuan is finished!

The peerless genius who is known as the son of the sword, and the peerless genius who is known as the seven sons of luck, is over like this.

Some people are regretful, some are gloating, some are sad, some are happy, and all kinds of expressions are present.

But what does this have to do with Lu Yuan, he has forgotten everything around him, he doesn't understand why he is sitting here? I don't understand his memories of the past few decades, everything from his birth to the present has basically been forgotten, basically instinctively picked up the wine gourd, took a sip, and didn't react for a long time, what the hell was he drinking.

"Where is this?" Lu Yuan stood up and stood on the monument, there were many, many people next to him, people, is this the name of a creature of the same kind as himself? Where is this? What was it in the mouth just now, why did it have a strange feeling when you drank it, why is this?

By the way, I still know one thing, and I haven't forgotten all of it.

Lu Yuan looked at the three-foot-and-three-third long sword beside him, and the sword light was like autumn water.

Sword, yes, I remember the sword.

Of all the things in the world, the only thing I remember is the sword.

Lu Yuan stroked the sword little by little, and the sword body was cold, slightly cold.

And on the Sword Forgetting Monument, a big sword appeared.

This is Lu Yuan's last memory, Lu Yuan's last memory, not family, not affection, not love, not anything, everything is not, abandoned all the outside, all dusty things, swept away the dust, and finally saw clearly, this innermost heart.

What lives in Lu Yuan's heart is a sword!

The sword that has been accompanying Lu Yuan since he was ten years old is the sword.

No, to be precise, from the beginning of Lu Yuan's memory, Lu Yuan liked swords earlier than the age of ten, and officially began to learn swords from the age of ten.

This is Lu Yuan's last memory!

The Ancient Swordsman! Sure enough, it is the Ancient Swordsman!The two of them jumped their brows at the same time, and the memory that stayed in the deepest part of the memory was the sword, which was basically not encountered, and such characters in the legend were all the people of the Ancient Swordsman, and the group of people of the Ancient Swordsman was a group of people who were quite troublesome, and I thought that such a group of people had become extinct, but I didn't expect that the Ancient Swordsman would appear now.

The ancient swordsman loves the sword purely, resists the sky with the sword, and would rather die than break.

The swordsman is not terrible, but the ancient swordsman is terrifying.

Fortunately, now that Lu Yuan is already sitting in the Sword Forgotten Monument, the Light of Forgotten Dust will also wash away the memory of his last sword, and take away the identity of his ancient sword, so the Light of Forgotten Dust will work hard.

A light of forgetfulness shot out, and the sword on the sword monument was quite clear, without any blur.

Ten rays of forgotten light shot out, and the sword on the sword forgot the monument was still quite clear, without any blur.

Thirty rays of forgotten light shot out, and the sword on the sword forgot the monument was still clear, without any blur.

Fifty rays of dust-forgetting light shot out, and the sword on the Sword Forgotten Monument was still quite clear.

A hundred rays of dust-forgetting light shot out, and the sword on the Sword Forgotten Monument was still extremely clear.

The light of oblivion kept hitting out, constantly trying to wash away Lu Yuan's memory, but it failed again and again.

This is the light of the second hundredth path of forgetting the dust, and the memory of the sword on the sword forgetting the monument is so clear.

What's going on? Lu Yuan's previous memories can be washed away, why can't the last memories be washed away.

The three of them, the Emperor of the Saint, and the Emperor of the Desolate Saint couldn't help but look over.

Three hundred paths of forgotten dust, this is already three hundred ways of forgotten dust, how deep is this memory of the sword, it still can't wash away this memory.

Four hundred ways of forgetting the light of the dust.

Five hundred ways of forgetting the light of the dust!

Seven hundred ways of forgetting the light of the dust!

Nine hundred ways of forgetting the light of the dust!

The light of nine hundred and ninety-nine realms of forgetting the dust is sent out again!

And the sword doesn't seem to have changed at all, it's still so clear, and even everyone looks at the sword in the sword monument, there seems to be a chill, as if they see the divine sword in Lu Yuan's memory, the power of the heavens and the earth, across the universe, the sword in the memory is so terrifying, if this person is not an idiot, this person's achievements in the future are extraordinary, and there will be another civilized character in heaven and earth.

It's a pity that even if this person can't forget the last sword, all other memories have disappeared, and he has been abolished.

At this moment, the young man in Tsing Yi, who was sitting on the sword monument, stroked the Yangwu Immortal Sword in his hand: "No, no, I don't just have these memories, I have other memories, who am I? My life? My feelings? I should have these, why only swords, it is naturally good to have swords, but I should also have others." ”

"What's going on?" The young man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but shake his head and think hard, involuntarily picked up the wine gourd, and involuntarily took a sip: "By the way, I know, the sword forgot the monument, give me back my memory." ”

This sentence rushed to the nine heavens, straight through the universe, and rushed to the nine clouds.

(Today is Women's Day, I wish the women who read the book a happy holiday, okay, this sentence twists and turns.) ）