The villain: the memory is exposed, making the empress cry for forgiveness

The picture on the copper coffin stopped halfway, and the imperial palace was already in chaos.

Some monks were panic-stricken, thinking that something had happened to the copper coffin, and their expressions were as if they were facing an enemy.

Some monks clasped their hands together and prayed devoutly, while some monks applauded and clapped their crowns to celebrate.

On the Temple of Heaven, Yun Wuyue looked anxious, paced her feet, and was at a loss.

Liuli's eyes were indifferent, without any fluctuations, but her expression seemed a little regretful.

The corners of Luo Chen's mouth curled up, with a smug expression on his face, as if a big revenge had been avenged, and a villain had achieved his ambition.

On the throne on the other side, Jing Qianling still didn't say a word or move.

Xue's face was covered by black veil, only those eyes that were gloomy and cold could be seen, but there seemed to be a trace of pain hidden in them.

On the huge spirit boat opposite to it, a group of Daqin cultivators looked solemn, watching Kowloon gradually pull the copper coffin out of the sky.

At this moment, Lin Yuan found the figure standing quietly on the spirit boat.

She wears a phoenix crown on her head, a Xiapei on her body, a jade belt around her waist, and golden shoes on her feet. She has a graceful figure, like a willow blowing the wind.

A fine fringed bead curtain hangs down from her snow-like jade forehead, and the golden luan jade hairpin is tied high in a cloud bun, and her long hair flutters behind her.

With the tassels swaying gently in the wind, under the fine bead curtain, black eyebrows and snow muscles, bright eyes and jade teeth, looming, revealing an innate nobility and arrogance.

A luxurious attire proudly shines in the shimmering sunlight, dazzing and eye-catching, making her extremely glamorous.

Like a celestial maiden relegated to the dust, she is so beautiful that it is not like the mortal world.

Just like the peerless splendor in the palace of Yan Kingdom that day.

The fleeting years have passed, her face has changed a little, and the majesty of the queen is also revealed between the brows.

But even if Lin Yuan didn't recognize her face, it was absolutely impossible for him to admit that she seemed to be born with a noble temperament.

He immediately recognized this woman who changed the trajectory of his entire life.

This is the woman who left a strong mark on him in his youth.

Qin Zhimu.

"Zhimu..."

Looking at the peerless beauty a coffin away, Lin Yuan's eyes trembled.

"How did she come to Zhongtian Sanctuary?"

"Do you still remember those figures who sealed themselves in the source crystal of the Qin Dynasty's dragon veins?" Lin Ling in Lin Yuan's arms closed her eyes and rested, and replied slowly.

"These founding fathers of the Qin Dynasty achieved positive results, unsealed the seal, and helped calm the turbulent Taixuan Sanctuary. They brought her here from thousands of miles away."

"It's just that these people are also here to see how you died."

Lin Ling opened her eyes slightly, and saw a bit of pain and regret on Lin Yuan's face, and she was a little unhappy.

"Are you heartbroken again? Can't bear to let her see the pictures of previous years, so that she will be so fascinated, and restore her memory?"

"Do not."

Facing Lin Ling's question, Lin Yuan quickly shook his head and denied it.

"I just regret not being able to protect her safety back then, and I owe her too much."

He withdrew the pained look on his face, and his hesitant gaze turned firm.

"Since she's here, let's make a decision as soon as possible. Take this opportunity to make a complete decision with the past."

Lin Yuan's tone was decisive, leaving no room for turning around.

"Ling'er," he held Lin Ling's little hand back, and asked, "Tell me, where is the memory of the soul now?"

"Back then, the rank of the Taixuan Seven Kingdoms, the junction of Qi and Chu, the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range, you met Liuli, escaped all the way, and got the heart of the Demon Emperor by accident."

When Lin Yuan held hands so suddenly, Lin Ling immediately showed a bit of panic and a little blush on her cheeks, and her tone sounded a little hurried.

"But to analyze the memory engraved in the soul, only the heavenly spirit has the ability to build a bridge to communicate with the spiritual realm, but my spiritual power is only high-level, but not enough."

She closed her eyes, turned her body, turned her back to Lin Yuan, changed to a more comfortable lying position, and said calmly.

"Although the spiritual bridge to communicate with the memory stored in the soul has been constructed, using spirit particles to restore the memory of the soul to the screen exposure requires a huge amount of spiritual power to be dissipated every moment."

"This kind of load is really too heavy, so I had to overdraw my life essence before."

"I've worked hard on you before." Lin Yuan sat up straight and smoothed Lin Ling's long hair gently: "Leave the rest to me."

The emperor's blood was flowing in Lin Ling's body, and the inextricable connection made Lin Yuan clearly feel the bridge linking the soul and memory in her words.

"That's a good thing to say, but your spiritual power is not endless. After opening the coffin within the coffin, your Dili is also indispensable. It is better to speed up and skip the non-essential scenes."

Lin Ling reminded.

"Although saving spiritual power is the most important thing, how to make these monks from the outside world change their past, the choice between them is up to you."

"I think, let's start with the old shameless Qin Dynasty people in front of us. To open the coffin door, the help of these great sages is indispensable."

"What you have done for Qin Chao, and what Qin Chao has done to you, even if they gouged out flesh and bones, are not enough to apologize!"

Listening to the voice of hatred, Lin Yuan nodded happily.

"You and I will work together to overcome this difficulty."

He took one last look at the palm that was bursting with inspiration, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Memory is a bridge and a prison leading to loneliness."

He put his palm on the coffin wall, output the memory imprinted in the soul, and murmured in his mouth.

"The whole world is clear, but I am the only one who is turbid... The world is all white, but I am the only one who is black."

……

"You...you look, the copper coffin... the copper coffin has appeared again!!"

In the imperial palace, a monk shouted in disbelief.

Everyone looked up.

As strands of golden spiritual seeds covered the outer wall of the copper coffin, yellowed memory images appeared on it.

It was a circular mountain pass surrounded by flaming mountain peaks with a radius of tens of thousands of meters.

Around the volcano, majestic ancient buildings formed a circle, and the surrounding sky was lit up with flames.

In the center of the sea of ​​fire, magma boiled like bright red blood, and an ancient palace of the demon emperor shone with divine splendor was sinking and sinking.

There are wisps of multicolored divine splendor and a strong aura of antiquity.

The very edge of the crater.

On the side of a red boulder several feet high, leaning against a young man with messy black hair.

He was soaked in blood, and his robe was torn with countless wounds torn by the wind.

In front of him, he was holding a woman whose snow clothes were also stained with blood.

Everyone recognized the boy at a glance.

This is the young Emperor Qing, and Liu Li who was rescued by him.

But his cheeks were already extremely dry and wrinkled by the spiritual storm along the way, and his lips were covered with dry cracks.

The whole face looked like cracked land, not like the skin of a normal teenager.

The magma was boiling and bubbling in the ring-shaped mountain pass behind Lin Yuan, and the air waves rose, exuding scorching hot air and shockingly high temperature.

This is a space that ordinary people absolutely cannot bear.

Even if you only take a breath of air here, it feels like pouring a pot of boiling hot water into your respiratory tract.

But just a few breaths of time passed, and a large pool of blood had gathered under Lin Yuan's feet.

It was enough to see how badly he was hurt.

"Ugh..."

Lin Yuan swallowed hard the reverse blood that surged up from his stomach, his breath was like a cow's breath, and his chest heaved violently.

Holding Liuli in his arms, his entire body was trembling, obviously exhausted.

If it weren't for leaning against the boulder behind him, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up.

But even though he had been injured into such an inhuman appearance, his eyes were as fierce as a dying beast, revealing a palpitating murderous aura.

It gives people a feeling of heart palpitations that as long as they dare to approach, they will definitely be torn apart by him with all their strength.

But Lin Yuan is not the only creature here.

Around him, there were dozens of demon cultivators in different shapes and scales, as well as dozens of old men with white beards.

Demon cultivators and human cultivators scattered like a star, some flying in the air, or standing on the ground, blocking his way in all directions.

But they are also unable to move, because their bodies are covered and connected by bloody silk threads.

What caused this situation was an ancient giant monster lying on the edge of the volcano, whose size was beyond everyone's imagination.

Its monster body is similar to that of a tiger or leopard, its whole body is bony, without flesh and blood, and there are a pair of bony wings covering the sky and sun on its side.

The entire skeleton of the demon body is like a series of connected mountain peaks, which seem to be a thousand meters long, and even the entire picture cannot be seen.

Its head is also extremely huge, and its two blood eyes are like a scarlet blood prison. Just looking at it makes all the monks outside the copper coffin feel cold.

Even those great saint monks are the same.

A well-informed monk recognized the origin of this huge monster and introduced it to the people around him.

This is the evil beast, which only appeared in ancient books, the legendary wild beasts.

This kind of world-destroying ferocious beast should have been extinct in the world long ago, but now it has reappeared in the world.

……

The blood-red silk thread that binds everyone present comes out from the spine of the demon's whole body.

There are countless different forces colliding in the bloody silk thread, blooming various brilliance.

This ancient scorpion demon was born at the same time as the ancient palace of the demon emperor. The battle between the human race, the scorpion race, and the scorpion beast lasted for several days and nights.

It eventually restrains all invading creatures, but it is also restrained by it, and it is also immobile.

The field has reached a stalemate. As long as any side breaks through first, it will move the whole body.

But no one dared to forcibly escape from the shackles of the bloody thin thread.

Even if he could get away from this mountain-like pressure and regain his mobility, the Xie Yao would be enough to devour everyone.

Although all demon cultivators and human monks came here to fight for the heart of the demon emperor, they reached a short-term agreement on this aspect.

They were all suffering until the moment when the Xie Yao exhausted his strength and died.

But even though everyone was tightly trapped and unable to get out, their eyes were fixed on Lin Yuan, with a greedy and coveted light shining from within.

Chapter 120

"Young man, I am the Supreme Elder of the Eastern Wilderness Dayan Holy Land, give me the heart of the Demon Emperor!"

The stalemate in front of them was broken by an old man in green clothes.

"I swear, as long as you give me the heart of the demon emperor, I can enter the Holy Land of Dayan directly, and you will be named the Son of Dayan, and everyone will treat you with respect."

"Bah! You are an immortal, full of lies. If you get the heart of the demon emperor, you will run away without saying a word."

A demon cultivator with a body like a bull and a lion's head scolded loudly on the opposite mountain.

"Young man of the human race, that is the heart of the demon emperor. It is a treasure belonging to my demon clan. If you can't control it, give it to me quickly!"

It turned its head, looked at Lin Yuan with the same incomparably fierce and greedy eyes, and said seductively.

"I am the Great Sage of the Beast Sect of the Monster Clan in Southern Border. As long as you give me the Heart of the Monster Emperor, when you come to Southern Border in the future, my Beast Sect will regard you as the guest of honor!"

The voice fell, and another voice sounded from the nearby hill.

"Shi Tuo, don't be so bewitching and bewitching people. I, Zerg, have always been friendly with humans!"

It was a scorpion-shaped demon cultivator with silver wings, and it hadn't fully transformed into a human form. It was being bound in blood-colored silk threads, baring its teeth and claws.

"Youth of the human race, as long as you give me the heart of the demon emperor, I will grant you the technique of insect gu, and you can do whatever you want in the human world!"