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Memories are shrouded in a mist, and the trust and obsession that have never been shaken for decades have turned into a thin layer of mud, crumbling.

Fang Shiyi recalled something in a trance, but couldn't see clearly.

Xuan Jiao's memory gave him some answers.

Thousands of years ago, Meng Mingchao frantically took his own heart and soul, and gave Fang Shiyi a way out for Fang Shiyi, who was almost out of his wits.

That reforged body gathered his remnant soul.

The black dragon, who had made himself half dead, collapsed on the altar, his eyelashes drooping, hugging the motionless person beside him, and resting his head in the socket of his neck.

After a long time, he heard a "boom", a heartbeat that was so slight that it couldn't be softer.

Xuan Jiao was actually relieved.

With his hands behind his back, he watched Meng Mingchao transform into his own body—that should be a vigorous and beautiful black dragon, looking down at the world arrogantly, but he looked tired and embarrassed because of the numerous scars, and the black scales on his body were broken and peeled off, falling all over the ground.

The black dragon carefully carried the person who might lose his breath at any time on his back, groaned, and carried him across the cloud valley to the deeper part of Cangshan Mountain.

Xuanjiao saw them again a few years later.

Fang Mantang returned to the messy Fang family, took charge of the overall situation again, cleaned up the remaining remnants of the human race, and fought the final battle with the Yaozu in Yungu.

In that battle, Fang Mantang used a shocking sword, beheaded one big monster by himself, and seriously injured the other. The stabbed sword shattered, and the red-eyed human race tried their best to kill the big monster. After that, the situation reversed.

The whereabouts of one of the remaining three demon kings is unknown, Xuanjiao was seriously injured and captured, and the black dragon avoided and did not fight.

Countless monsters cried and begged Meng Mingchao to lead the army to fight, but he didn't say anything from the beginning to the end.

The Yaozu was defeated, and there was no room for maneuver.

And the Terrans weren't much better.

After the Yungu Fang family was attacked, a large number of monster clans crossed the valley to the other side of the mainland, wantonly plundered and killed people, each family and faction fought with all their strength, most of them were wiped out, and the rest were dying.

Both sides were hurt, but Yaozu was hurt more seriously.

At the end of the war, Fang Mantang disappeared holding the broken sword, and soon the jade tablet of the soul was shattered, and his body died and his dao disappeared.

He got his wish, was born in Yungu, and died in Yungu.

And Xuanjiao's memory also ended at the moment when he was suppressed by the seal.

Fang Shiyi dazedly touched the cold tears in the corner of his eyes.

More than 2000 years.

He managed to get out of the heart-wrenching pain, caught a glimpse of Meng Mingchao's expression, and forced himself to suppress the boiling and complicated emotions, and forced a joke: "What are you looking at? They've been dead for thousands of years. Now people in front of you."

Meng Mingchao stared blankly at the place where Mantang had disappeared thousands of years ago, then turned his head and stared at him deeply, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

The surroundings suddenly vibrated, and as Xuanjiao's memory ended, it shattered, revealing the black world underneath.

There is no light, no wind, and the passage of time seems to have stagnated here. This is a small and quiet space, and a long dragon floats quietly not far away, as if it will wake up at any time.In front of Chang Jiao, there were two people standing.

Fang Shiyi stood in front of Meng Mingchao vigilantly, his face changed slightly: "It's you!"

The one standing in front of Xuanjiao is not the "white-haired monk"!

I hadn't thought about it before, but now I realized that this person's face was exactly like Xuanjiao's, and Xuanjiao's facial features were slightly similar to Meng Mingchao's.

The people next to the white-haired monk were covered in black robes, and they could smell a strong decaying corpse from a long distance away.

Fang Shiyi's hand holding the sword tightened again: Corpse King!

He once fought against Xiao Lin along with him.

The white-haired monk closed his eyes, as if he had been watching that memory with them before, and now he opened it slowly, his eyes were filled with sadness and resentment, he stood with his hands behind his back, and asked quietly: "My father's memory, Does it look good?"

Fang Shiyi thought of Weng Cheng who was waiting outside, and felt cold all over: "Where's my uncle?"

"She's still alive," Xuan Mu said indifferently, "For the sake of her similarities with my mother, let her live for the time being."

Only then did Fang Shiyi's tense shoulders loosen a little, and his mind became uncontrollably confused again - he just wanted to sit down and have a good talk with Meng Mingchao.

The two of them hadn't spoken properly for a long, long time.

Fang Shiyi wanted to know what happened after his death, why Meng Mingchao wanted to get rid of his evil thoughts, why he was seriously injured, why he turned into a child with a broken memory, and wandered around in a daze.

And how could he, who had already died twice, reappear in this world.

Who put together his poor remnant soul again, repaired it, put it into this body, and named it "Shi Yi"?

It's strange that he is always unlucky, God is dissatisfied with him, a person who should have been out of his wits long ago, crawling back again and again.

Meng Ming took two steps forward, blocked Fang Shiyi behind him, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I'll deal with them, you go to the exit and wait for me."

"Are you kidding me?" Fang Shiyi pulled out Wangshu.

Thousands of years ago, the Excalibur Sword possessed a sword spirit, but unfortunately in the battle of Yungu, the sword body was broken and the sword spirit was seriously injured.

Thousands of years later, the sword body was recast, and the sword spirit might have been melted in the process, so stupid that it didn't understand anything. At this time, it sensed that the master seemed to be awake, so it hummed a few times excitedly. If it wasn't for being held, I'm afraid it will fly over and rub him twice.

The atmosphere was tense, but the legendary son of the great demon did not make a move immediately, his eyes fell on Meng Mingchao's sword: "Speaking of which, I still want to call you cousin, before I was born, my mother named me Xuan Mu .”

Meng Mingchao said calmly, "I don't care what your name is."

There seemed to be mockery in Xuan Mu's eyes: "How much do you remember? I'm afraid you don't remember that the sword in your hand was forged from the scales that my father peeled off."

Meng Mingchao remained unmoved: "It's just right for killing you."

Xuan Mu didn't get angry, and turned to look at Fang Shiyi: "I'm afraid your memory has been sealed, so you can't remember anything."

Fang Suyi: "Sealed?"

"Otherwise, how will those people achieve their goal of controlling you?"

The corner of Xuan Mu's mouth curled into a cold arc, "Probably because of the remaining guilt, or maybe they want you to save Wen Xiuyue, so they reluctantly reveal some information and tell you that you are a 'descendant of the Fang family', but As a person in the world, the grievances and enmities of thousands of years ago have long been wiped out, and I think you will not care too much about it because of your temper."

"But if you were 'Fang Mantang' and knew what those despicable human races did to the other family after your death, I'm afraid you wouldn't be so stupid."

Fang Shiyi was silent for a moment: "It's weird, why does everyone want to provoke the relationship between me and the teacher? Could it be that your monster clan is short of talents and wants to poach me?"

Xuan Mu smiled: "It can be considered."

"I'm flattered, Elder Du is also yours?"

"Basically, he's just an idiot," Xuan Mu said with a deep smile, "I've been awake for decades, and I know much more than Senior Fang. Are you interested in listening and joining the Yaozu?"

Fang Shiyi pretended to be very interested: "Let's talk about it."

"For example, nine of the ten sentences surnamed Du are false, and the remaining truth is: He did accompany Fang Xiehong into the ancient battlefield."

Fang picks up things.

"Don't worry," Xuan Mu said slowly, "it's just that the one who accompanied Fang Xiehong into the Fang family's ancestral house was your good uncle, Lu Tingchi. Before he died, my father cast a curse on him and the person he liked. The two of them can only miss it in this life, so he wanted to venture into Fang's house to find the solution to the curse."

Fang Shiyi said: "It seems that I haven't found it."

"But they found your sword and manuscript, and found a secret technique."

Fang Shiyi's eyelashes trembled, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Fang Xiehong is proficient in the art of deduction, and he calculated that there will be a catastrophe in Central Continent, but the person who can solve this catastrophe is a person who has already died." Xuan Mu stared at Fang Shiyi's expression, and smiled strangely: "You."

"...you think highly of me." Fang Shiyi responded coldly.

"Senior Fang, don't underestimate yourself. Throughout the ages, you are the only monk who can slay big monsters. Even the younger generation has admired you for a long time." Xuanmu felt a little regretful. After Fang Xiehong finished the divination, he left mysteriously, not knowing what he did. When he reappeared, I hadn't guessed what he did. Du was coveting the treasure house of the Fang family. Impatiently led people to kill Fang Xiehong, but unfortunately got nothing."

"What did you say?!"

"Why?" Xuan Mu tilted his head, "It's actually quite a pity. I wanted to wait until I was able to resume action and kill my enemy, but he didn't listen to me and did it himself... People, they will always be so greedy."

Fang Shiyi clenched his back molars, thinking of Elder Du's realistic pity, sympathy and a hint of caring, he shuddered.

When the old man was injured and met him and Meng Mingchao at Yungu Mountain Pass, he probably directed and acted on his own, just to bring up this matter.

But there was one thing he couldn't figure out.

Since he is Fang Mantang himself, then... what happened to Fang Xiehong's child?

Xuan Mu clapped his hands: "It seems that senior Fang has also thought of an idea, which has to be said to be a coincidence. The inheritance of the monster clan is all in the blood. My father created a trick called Soul Search. Before Fang Xiehong died, I searched his soul, and although I was resisted, I still saw something."

Fang Shiyi looked at him indifferently, without saying a word.

"The secret technique Wuming he found in Fang's family was modified from the secret technique of the warlock clan. It records that if you want to revive a person with the same bloodline, you can find another baby with the same bloodline, summon the soul with the secret technique, and let the two merge together Enter……"

"To shut up!"

Seeing Fang Shiyi's face getting more and more ugly, Meng Mingchao, who had been watching for a long time, suddenly interrupted with a sword.Tingfeng was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and rushed away, grabbing Xuanmu's head, but when he was about to get close to him, the corpse king next to him stretched out his hand and grabbed it!

With a bang, poisonous blood spattered from the corpse king's hand, but he stood still.

Fang Shiyi's eyelids twitched wildly.

After hearing so many false and true words, Xuan Mu's last words gave him a terrifying premonition—these words were all true.

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Jinjiang changed his mind so quickly otz, but I will do as I said yesterday, trying to save this article as much as possible, thank you for your understanding! ! !