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More than 50 years ago, the demon clan joined forces with the demon clan to conquer the six realms, and the weakest human realm became a battlefield for the entire world, and the war continued endlessly.

This battle involved the creatures of the entire six realms, and at the center of the flames of war were still the four ancient clans.

The Yu Clan in the Devil Realm, the Xiao Clan in the Immortal Realm, the Jiuxiao Clan in the Demon Realm, and the Fu Clan in the Human Realm.

In the collapsed ruins, the girl in red raised her eyes blankly, looking at the silver-haired woman walking towards her.

In the wind and sand that covered the sky and the sun, the corners of her white clothes were spotless, just like her cold silver eyes, gorgeous and noble.

Not only seized the brilliance of the sun and the moon, but also blocked all the approaching flames of war with that tall figure.

The silver-haired woman stopped not too far away, staring at the gray girl with indifferent eyes.After a while, she said in her cold and confusing voice: "Let's leave it to this family."

After speaking, she was about to turn around and leave.

The girl in red seems to have lost her memory, and since she woke up, she has only seen this mess.She even forgot her name, so she reached out to the enemy for help.

"Take me away......"

The girl in red grabbed Xiao Fuyao's sleeve with her blood-stained hands, her weak and helpless voice trembling faintly.

Seeing that the sleeves were soiled, the silver-haired woman was not only not angry, but rather surprised.

She believed that after she had mastered the Fengshen Jue, no one in the world could break through this invisible defensive wall and touch her.

"Name." The silver-haired woman curled her lips, and the puzzlement on the woman's face was printed in the cold eyes.

"I call Fu Yao, and I come from the Xiao Clan in the fairy world."

Thinking that she didn't want to sign up first, Xiao Fuyao said.

"Fu... Yao..." The girl repeated several times dully, a gentle smile appeared on her pale face, "Fu Yao."

The slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the cold moonlight filtered through the leaves and entered her open eyes.

She looked at Emperor Xuanyuan in front of her coldly, unable to hear his explanation.

"Hongzhuang, you should know that I don't care about anyone but you." Emperor Xuanyuan stretched out his hand distressedly, and wiped the blood off Meng Hongzhuang's lips.

"You are actually from Moxian Pavilion?" Meng Hongzhuang stood up, staring coldly at the mandala brand on the back of her left hand.

"Well, there is a reason for this, Hong Zhuang will understand." Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes were dim, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with being in Moxian Pavilion.

Meng Hongzhuang pushed his hand away, looking back in disgust.

It took a while to say with that trembling voice, "You know how my hometown was destroyed by the war, and who killed my best friend!"

Emperor Xuanyuan tried his best to lift his lips, he knew that Meng Hongzhuang and Moxiange were inseparable, and that hatred could not be resolved by him alone.

"It's too late...Hong Zhuang, everything is too late."

He bent his knees and knelt in front of Meng Hongzhuang.Staring paranoidly at the mandala that was gradually forming on Meng Hongzhuang's neck, "The pavilion master himself cannot leave the God-killing Tower, so he can only borrow someone else's body to come to this world."

"You?" Meng Hongzhuang looked at Emperor Xuanyuan in disbelief, she would never have thought that the other party could do such a thing.

"The pavilion master can't use his own fairy art, so he needs to find someone who has both strong strength and inherited a special bloodline to be his soul container."

Lezhu turned into a figure out of thin air and appeared in front of the two of them.He was obviously a handsome young man, but he wanted to say coldly, "Meng Hongzhuang, you should be lucky that you have this qualification."

"Heh, then do you have the ability to make me submit?!"

Meng Hongzhuang was furious, and waved her hand to transform into a suit of silver armor. The sharp sword was in her hand and just about to attack, she was hugged by the waist of Emperor Xuanyuan who was nearest.

"It doesn't matter, when you wake up, you won't remember all the past... At that time, the only one who can accompany you is me."

That's right, all her memories will be washed away by the pavilion master, and she will no longer remember hatred, let alone Xiao Fuyao.

From now on, she will love him wholeheartedly.

Instead of giving half of your love to another person.

"Xuanyuan, huh!" Meng Hongzhuang raised her hand to cover her scalding neck, and she frowned tightly due to the strong sense of dizziness.

"This is me, the last time I'm sorry for you, I believe you will forgive me." Emperor Xuanyuan closed his heavy eyelids, his hands trembling.

The music master looked at the two of them indifferently, and said sarcastically: "It seems that the Nightmare Valkyrie handed down from generation to generation is nothing special, and it was easily planted in the hands of the person next to him."

Emperor Xuanyuan's compromise, in addition to being forced to do so, was also promised by the Pavilion Master, which would erase all of Meng Hongzhuang's memories except him.

Even Meng Hongzhuang has the ability to reach the sky, and once she is entangled in a blood contract, she can't escape the shackles of the owner of the Moxian Pavilion.

And Emperor Xuanyuan would like to believe the promise of the pavilion master, and after removing Xiao Fuyao, return a clean Meng Hongzhuang.

"Even if I die, I won't let you get what you want." Meng Hongzhuang's gentle face was icy cold, and her figure turned into a wisp of red smoke, and quickly fled to the distance.

"Cough cough!"

She clutched her blood-stained lips and fell back to the ground, clearly feeling that another foreign soul was hiding in the mandala, encroaching on the ownership of her body bit by bit.

"Why are you still in Yunshangzong?"

Yun Shangshu has become the new suzerain, but instead of fulfilling the responsibility of a suzerain, she spends all day in the back mountain.

Sitting in front of the tombstone, Yan Xiqian shook her head indifferently.

Meng Luo arrived late and missed.

Later, Yan Xitang dragged her and said a lot, but she would not go back to the city, Meng Luo was silent for a while before agreeing.

So straightforward that Yan Xitang wondered if she already knew her plan?

"I promised Jiu'er that I would always be with you, and I won't break my promise this time."

Yan Xitang's eyes were gentle, as if Qing Jiu'er was really buried under that tomb.