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The scene in front of him kept changing with Xuanjiao's memory, Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao both knew what he was going to do.

Xuan Jiao didn't let anyone go.

He captured those monks one by one, and in front of them, he cut off the flesh and blood of their close relatives one by one, gouged out only the bones, and then killed them with more cruel methods.

The rumors passed down by word of mouth are false.

If it wasn't for those greedy monks who killed Xuanjiao's beloved first, how could he be so crazy.

Is Xuanjiao evil or wrong?

Fang Suyi doesn't know anymore.

He once firmly believed that there is pure good and evil in this world, but after going down the mountain this time, this idea was washed away one after another and crumbling.

—— Xue Niang should not die, those people should die.

But the relatives of those people don't deserve to die.

Those monks were not lacking in the children of famous families and well-known disciples in the world of cultivation. Xuanjiao's cruel methods implicated the whole family, and he was quickly noticed. Many monks who exorcised demons and subdued demons stepped forward to eradicate him. But they all go and never return.

As things intensified, Xuanjiao also became more and more insane.

He wanted to revive Xueniang.

If a person dies, if he cannot enter reincarnation, it will be difficult to gather his soul, let alone a resurrection that goes against the sky, but Xuanjiao is extremely persistent for some reason, and he is sure that there is a way to resurrect Xueniang in the world.

He looked around frantically, not knowing who he was looking for.

The human race has many mysterious formations, talismans, pills, and tricks, which the monster race is not good at.Xuanjiao has been sleeping for thousands of years and doesn't understand Jianjin's cultivation world, so whoever provokes him, he will slaughter all the sects, and then search for books about the resurrection technique in those sect's library pavilions.

After slaughtering the two sects, he found them.

In the Cangshan Mountain across the Central Continent, there is a mysterious race who call themselves warlocks, who thoroughly understand the secrets of soul and life and death. It is rumored that their elders know how to piece together souls and bring the dead back to life.

It's a pity that before Xuanjiao came to the door, the rest of the sects and aristocratic families came.

The killing karma he created was too heavy, and he frequently slaughtered cities and families, not only to avenge Xue Niang, but to vent his anger.

The five sects joined forces with all parties to set up numerous ambushes and killing arrays.That battle was extremely fierce, the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and even the sound of the wind whistling from the distant sky was like crying.

Fang Shiyi saw many acquaintances, Wen Xiuyue, Lu Tingchi, Lin Chenghe, and a young man called "Fang Xiehong".

It's a pity that it just passed by in a flash, Xuan Jiao didn't care much about them, his memory was fuzzy, and he could barely make out a familiar face, so he couldn't see the face clearly.

Fang Shiyi stared blankly at the place where "Fang Xiehong" had appeared. He never expected that the first time he saw his biological father was in Da Yao's memory.

The great battle turned the situation upside down, everyone exhausted their magical powers and finally killed Xuanjiao who was already injured.

Xuanjiao realized that he was about to die, he looked down at the peaceful child in his arms, unexpectedly he generated infinite strength, broke through the killing array, and headed straight to the north.

He exhausted his last demon power to protect the child and sealed him into the extreme north.Exhausted, he fell to the north, shattered the void before dying, and hid his body inside.

He knew that after his death, the human race must covet this body.

Whether it is a demon or a human, before dying, all kinds of life seem to be lived in front of your eyes.

The scenes of memory began to change frequently and broken, some about Xue Niang, and some of the past thousands of years ago.Not counting the days of being sealed, Xuanjiao has only lived for a few hundred years, and he is still considered a young man among the monster clan.

The memory was confused for a long time, and then gradually became clearer - thousands of years ago, at the other end of the barren Central Continent, there was a boundless sea of ​​bitterness, monsters fighting, intertwined swords and swords.

The hurricane roared across the flat ground, carrying dust and sand towards Yungu.

The young Xuanjiao was lying on a branch with his legs crossed, and he spoke leisurely to the people under the tree: "Cousin, how did I hear that you took people to the Yungu side yesterday, and you didn't kill anyone, hurry up Did you take a look and come back?"

The person under the tree was sitting quietly, wearing black clothes, his back was as straight as a sword, and his long black hair splashed down, winding down to the ground, like a flowing fountain of ink.He raised his eyes when he heard the sound, his pale golden pupils were extremely indifferent, and there were almost no pendants on his body... except for a fan around his waist.

It was an iron fan, and it looked like it was made by someone who had just learned how to forge, so it could only be regarded as a low-level magic weapon.

The magic weapon can't be made well, but the craftsman is very leisurely, and the fan is painted in a poetic and picturesque way, which is quite romantic and exquisite.

"Hey, why are you ignoring me?"

Xuanjiao muttered and jumped off the tree, leaned over and sat beside him, followed his gaze to the direction of Yungu: "Seven years ago, you were hunted down by your enemies and disappeared for several years, so you fled to Yungu. Don't those monks hate the monster race the most? Why didn't they kill you?"

The people around him ignored him.

"It's been two years since you came back, and the enemy's family has been cleaned up in a mess. What are you going to do next, and unite with others to break through the Yungu defense line? I heard that the other side of the mainland is bustling and lively. I really want to go and see, um, go We had to kill all those annoying humans before."

Xuanjiao chattered a lot, but didn't get an answer, and turned to look at the people around him dissatisfied.

The man had an indifferent and beautiful face, like a god, without emotion.

"Where did you get this precious fan? Lend me to play?"

"roll."

The person next to him finally spoke, without even looking at Xuan Jiao, he got up and walked away.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed again.

This time it was on the battlefield, with countless monks and monster clans entangled and fighting, but the atmosphere in the sky froze.

Xuan Jiao stared at his cousin in disbelief: "What did you say? You want...to reconcile with the human race?"

What follows is more and more fragmented.

After a while, Xuanjiao was furious, broke with his cousin, and refined "Yang Hui" to plot against those human powers.After a while, he was seriously injured by Fang Mantang, the leader of the human race, and got the blood of the big demon.

Both Fang Suyi and Meng Mingchao were frozen in these memories.

No one wanted to talk, and they didn't want to ask questions to those around them—why the demon king Heilong whom Xuanjiao called his cousin looked exactly the same as Meng Mingchao, and why Fang Mantang, the ancestor of the Fang family in the rumors, was exactly the same as Fang Shiyi.

And that fan that is cherished by the black dragon.

Although that fan is a bit newer and the one in Fang Shiyi's hand is a bit worn out, it can be seen that it is the same fan.

Isn't this left by the old beggar?

Fang Shiyi vaguely remembered what Elder Du said...his past is all false.

He seems to be living in layers of conspiracy and calculations. Crying is fake, laughing is fake, even the rare warmth swaying in the wind and snow is fake.

The old beggar is just a mortal, so it happens that he has a fan that was refined thousands of years ago and was stolen by the little black dragon beside him.

Xuanjiao's memory fell to a certain place again——

It was in front of an altar.

I don't know how long the Xuanjiao and Heilong broke up at that time, but it seems that they have risen a lot.He was pointing at the silent person on the altar, and angrily opened his mouth to curse: "He tried to change his fate against the sky, to change the fate of the people, but he was blown away by the thunder, and he didn't know how to become the boss of the human race with such a big brain problem!" , Why is he sick, and you are sick too? Do you think this is a forbidden technique? Do you really want to spend half of your blood to recast his body and piece together his remnant soul? Have you forgotten how he pierced your heart with a sword?! Humans are all white-eyed wolves!"

The black dragon stared at the person on the altar, his face was shockingly white against the black clothes.Facing Xuan Jiao's fierce accusations and reprimands, his lips moved, and suddenly he smiled faintly: "I am willing, I am willing."

"It's really fucking sick," Xuanjiao was annoyed to death, "Sure, I'll protect you, it's up to you."

"Only success."

"What if we lose?"

Heilong said lightly: "I will go with him."

Xuan Jiao hesitated: "I really... I don't understand you more and more."

The black dragon smiled indifferently, walked to the edge of the altar, stared down at the familiar face, and caressed his face with his fingertips: "After calling back his remnant soul, I will take him away."

"Leave? Now that there are wars everywhere, where else do you want to take him?"

"It doesn't matter where you go," Black Dragon bit his fingertips, and drew a few spells on the delicate skin at his hand, his long eyelashes drooping, "I don't want to see him get hurt again."

After drawing the talisman, he pulled out the sword on the side—the word "Jianli" was engraved on the sword, reflecting a ray of cold light.

Then he closed his eyes and turned the sword to his heart.

Fang Shiyi's pupils shrank suddenly, his mind was shaken, the cold wind blew across his heart like a knife, he almost subconsciously rushed over, and blurted out: "No!"

The divine sword Cili was born to slay demons and eliminate demons. This sword is in Fang Mantang's hands, and no demon under the great demon dares to pick it up.

But the black dragon just stabbed straight into his heart.

The blood trickled out slowly and fell onto the talisman array drawn on the altar, filling the gully bit by bit.

Xuan Jiao stared at his back in astonishment, not understanding why he was so willing to risk his life.

This scene probably had a strong impact on Xuanjiao, and it troubled him for thousands of years before he got the answer from Xueniang.

The people in the memory are phantoms, unable to be touched, Fang Shiyi watched the blood from his heart mixed with light gold fall drop by drop, almost breathless in pain, knelt on the ground, clutching his chest, thinking buzzing.

Realizing that the people around him wanted to help him up, he choked on his breath, looked at Meng Mingchao with red eyes, and pressed his hands to his chest. After a long time, his fingers curled up, and he grabbed the small piece of clothing, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Yes?" Isn't it very painful?"

Meng Mingchao bent down to look at him, the remaining youthful aura faded away at some point.He thought of many things, his deep eyes shrouded Fang Shiyi, and he smiled brightly: "It doesn't hurt if you are here."

Fang Shiyi closed his eyes.

Although he hasn't thought of everything yet, he has already guessed a lot.

Many things that were deliberately ignored and avoided also came head-on.

Meng Mingchao is Xuanjiao's cousin, the big monster in the rumors, and Fang Mantang's little black dragon.

Thousands of years ago, Fang Mantang picked up Meng Mingchao in Yungu, and thousands of years later, he lifted the heavy coffin lid and found him again.

Going around, they turned out to have known each other for thousands of years.

Who is he?

He is... Fang Mantang.

He is himself.