The only way

Memories that shouldn't belong to him were forcibly poured into his mind, Xu Quexuan pressed his brows together, hurriedly sorted out his mental power, trying to resist foreign invasion.

"Why is it so difficult to admit the truth?" Seeing his appearance, Nan Lingqiao asked calmly while drinking Fusheng.

Xu Quexuan naturally couldn't answer his words.At this time, the dusty memory was clearly and completely interpreted in front of him:

The ignorant and chaotic darkness, the ice field without the slightest temperature, the dark blue light on the dark sea of ​​Beiming——the extreme cold of Yonggu Prefecture seems to be rushing towards our face.

Later, when Nan Lingqiao appeared, he felt the warmth for the first time...

After leaving Yonggu Prefecture, he went all the way south. He saw Ning Buyuan who was still stationed on the border of Beining Prefecture. Ning Buyuan looked suspiciously in his searching eyes. Later, he deliberately approached again and again, as if he was searching for himself. who is it.

Tundra, desert, grassland, forest, water town.Where Nan Lingqiao took him, he was amazed that time had so many colors.Nanling Qiao promises that he will be with only one person in his life.

He also watched Nan Lingqiao build up the Nan family step by step, from unknown to the head of the super family.

He is completely different from Nan Lingyi. The former was protected by his elder brother since he was a child, so he has a pure nature; while Nan Lingqiao has crossed countless borders of life and death, human nature is good and evil, and he is tolerant in his final choice.

The memory is frozen in Yanbo City, which is dyed red by blood donation.

When he woke up, tears were streaming down his face.

After watching all this like a horse watching a flower, Xu Quexuan couldn't control himself for a long time, and he didn't even know the truth that he had been firm for a long time: Who is he?

Nan Lingqiao stretched out her hand and stroked his long hair that was scattered due to the previous struggle, and said softly, "Mr. Yuan, no matter where you are, remember to look for me."

Xu Quexuan patted his hand away, quickly got up from the low stool, and shouted: "You just forcibly poured a memory that has nothing to do with me. Brother Qiao, you and I have no vengeance, why did you treat me like this?"

"It has nothing to do with you?" Nan Lingqiao smiled slightly, and looked up at him, "Think about it again, is there any discrepancy between your current memory and the previous one?"

His memory is clearly divided into two parts.One is the original Xu Quexuan, and the other belongs to Yuanjun, but Xu Quexuan's memory has also changed.

"The octagonal poison Linglong in Delta has a function." Nan Lingqiao said, "It reminds you of buried memories. Although it may not be true, it must be more correct than your original one."

Nan Lingqiao does have a soul: not life, but death.

Xu Quexuan did indeed die in Yanbo City, his soul was shattered, so that from then on, his hatred for Mo Yazong could be destroyed at all costs.

"My original intention was to let Yuan Jun live well, so I sealed Yuan Jun's memory and made Xu Quexuan's remnant soul compatible with it." Nan Lingqiao even produced evidence, "Whether after the Yanbo City massacre, did you The speed of cultivation is much faster than before?"

"You're lying to me." Xu Quexuan said firmly.

“How come you see?”

What Nan Lingqiao said seemed to be seamless, but it was also based on the premise that he knew everything. "Since you belong to the past, why are you so familiar with the future? Even a saint doesn't know that I am Xu Quexuan, but you can see through it at a glance."

"I can't even recognize the person next to me." Nan Lingqiao casually pinched a spell, and Xu Quexuan was thrown out of this space.

After thinking about it, Ning Buyuan felt that he was still plotted by Zhongli Yin, after all, the tomb of the gods had nothing to do with him.He was deceived by Zhongli Yin's seemingly important attitude, but despite this, he still came.

Although his purpose is not clear, it is probably related to Xianlu.

Jokingly, Zhongli Yin not only has a bad personality, but also has a lot of scheming, and he will take revenge.No wonder he pretended that he was not a protoss. In this way, being able to form a blood pact with someone is probably wishful thinking.

"Master!"

Ning Buyuan quickly grabbed his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Did you encounter any danger when you came out?"

"No..." Xu Quexuan was suddenly a little uneasy. The two memories were mixed together, which almost exhausted him physically and mentally. In the past, he could firmly say "I am me", but now, he lost his courage.

Seeing Xu Quexuan like this, Ning Buyuan was sure that something unexpected happened inside, and he hurriedly led people out of Zhushuiju and returned to Demon God Palace regardless of Yuanjun's soul body.

On the Linyuan platform, the two sat opposite each other, and it was not difficult for Ning Buyuan to notice Xu Quexuan's loss of soul.

Perhaps just for a moment, Xu Quexuan found that he was having difficulty adapting to the cold here, suppressed this thought, and asked, "Master, what if the disciple says that I am not me?"

"Tingzhi, after you entered the third floor of the God's Tomb, Jun Yuan's soul also entered there unintentionally." Ning Buyuan asked him, "What happened, please tell me."

After a long silence, he said, "Okay."

After explaining the ins and outs of the matter, Xu Quexuan even felt a sense of relief and gratitude.Ning Buyuan just frowned with a serious expression.

"If it's the truth, isn't your blood contract—" Ning Buyuan walked in front of him and tore off the clothes on his chest, luckily he didn't see the brand of the blood contract.

No matter how you look at this posture, it is a bit unsightly.After Xu Quexuan heaved a sigh of relief, he was a little distracted, grabbed Ning Buyuan's hand, and said pitifully: "Master, will you abandon me?"

Withdrawing his hand, Ning Buyuan looked at him steadfastly, which made Xu Quexuan's heart tremble a little.

"Master, please take care of me." Xu Quexuan couldn't control so much, and threw himself into his arms, rubbing his hands like an abandoned puppy.

This time, Ning Buyuan did not back away awkwardly, but instead said: "Tingzhi, you have indeed entered into a blood contract."

Xu Quexuan's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "This—how is it possible?"

His first reaction was that Ning Buyuan was joking with him.Xu Quexuan didn't even know where Ning Buyuan found out that he had concluded a blood contract with someone else.

"Nan Lingqiao just wanted to say that you are Yuan Jun. And Yuan Jun has already concluded a blood contract with Nan Ling Qiao." Ning Buyuan said it was completely innocent.

"I am Yuanjun."

"It was in the past, but we don't care about the past." Ning Buyuan picked up the man, teleported to the bedroom, and comforted him, "Listen to the teacher, the blood contract will definitely not be unsolvable."

"But……"

Ning Buyuan didn't let him finish speaking, and directly sealed it with a kiss.When Xu Quexuan saw this posture, he suddenly felt bad, but he couldn't care less about being kissed by Ning Buyuan.

After recovering, most of Xu Quexuan's clothes were gone, he pretended to take a breath, and asked hoarsely, "Master, are we really okay like this?"

"Isn't Nan Lingqiao better than Nan Lingqiao in your heart?"

"No!" To be honest, that memory shocked him at the beginning, and after he calmed down, he was able to watch other people's affairs, and when he saw Ning Buyuan's red eyes, he immediately forgot all about it.

Rolling into a ball on the bed, Ning Buyuan's tone actually showed a trace of grievance: "The teacher has endured so much and saved it, Tingzhi—" This drawn-out voice is too tempting.

Xu Quexuan thought to himself what did he want to say just now?Forget it, whatever.

When the wine is exhausted, the night is late, and the floating dust is bright and extinguished.

If you don't use spiritual power to transform wine, Nan Lingyi really doesn't hold a lot of alcohol. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you send your spirit body here? In this way, I don't know if I should favor reason or emotion."

The word "love" made Zhongli Yin a little confused.

"Zhongli, you should smile anyway, I guess you must look good when you smile." After Nan Lingyi finished speaking, he rubbed his eyebrows, always wanting to get rid of the alcohol, but watching Zhongli Yin drink a glass of water like drinking water Guan, and felt that it was a little unreasonable for him to do so.

Zhongli Yin suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, Nan Lingyi looked puzzled, but didn't think much, just replied: "I'm fine."

Withdrawing his hand, he clenched his fist, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood.Zhongli Yin opened his mouth, summoned up his courage and asked, "Brother Nan has a sweetheart?"

"Huh?" Nan Lingyi almost thought that Zhongli Yin was possessed by someone, and shook his head, indicating no.

Naturally, the smell of blood in the palm of the hand couldn't be concealed from the saint's powerful senses, but fortunately, Nanling Yi was immersed in a drunken stupor and didn't pay attention.

"Retire."

"Is this gone?"

Nodding his head, Zhong Liyin said: "I want to do something, either go straight up, or fall into the abyss forever." After speaking, he opened his hand and wiped away all traces on it.

Nan Lingyi woke up suddenly, and asked, "Have you cultivated the Way of Extreme Love?"

But he is long gone.

In the realm of saints, the practice is mainly based on breakthroughs in mind and nature. If you practice the path of extreme emotion, it is indeed feasible. However, the practice of "extreme emotion" is often something that cultivators dare not touch. It is too easy to have countless distracting thoughts in your heart for external interference.

The Dao is ruthless, and the practice of the ruthless way is the general trend. After all, those who can become saints only need one round in thousands of lives.

During this period, Zhong Liyin went to the lower realm to meet the white-faced scholar who helped him achieve the path of extreme affection. After decades of rushing, his temples have been frosted and snowed, his children and grandchildren are around his knees, and he meets strangers.

The fairy road will open, and Kyushu will boil.

In just 40 years, no less than [-] withered ancestors fought desperately to prove their way and become holy.Among them, there are not a few people who have fallen.Each of them, in their era, caused countless storms in the Kyushu of the Upper Realm.

Yonggu Prefecture suddenly became lively, and the legend of the Protoss intensified.

When hundreds of horses competed, there was another strong fluctuation of spiritual power, and the Great Dao God was almost out of order in an instant.There are not a few big names who have been alarmed.

The thunderclouds condensed in the sky above the Hanmo State, and it was truly reflected in the eyes of every practitioner in the Kyushu of the Upper Realm. Such a huge momentum could only be attributed to the Emperor's Tribulation.

At the same time, almost all the strong men rushed to Hanmo State.

Many people even thought that the Immortal Road would open ahead of time, and someone would be there first.Because the emperor's robbery is too destructive and it is easy to harm the innocent, the people who cross the robbery chose the location in the vast sandy sea.

When you get closer, the chaotic laws can almost annihilate everything, and you can only watch from a distance under the saint.

Ning Buyuan protected Xu Quexuan, and said via voice transmission: "Although the laws of heaven forbid, this step must be taken as a teacher."

Looking at Ning Buyuan's firm expression, Xu Quexuan faintly guessed his thoughts, and immediately planned to stop him, emphatically saying: "This is Emperor Tribulation, how could it be allowed to be destroyed at will?"

Then what should he do, after becoming emperor, there is still a chance to forcibly sever the blood contract connection, if he finds another god clan to form a blood contract and set foot on the immortal road, there is no way to turn back.

Ning Buyuan only replied to him, 9000 million hungry ghosts.

"That's me too, what does it have to do with you?"

He tried to find a trace of fear in Xu Quexuan's eyes, but Ning Buyuan was disappointed. He quickly found a cave and settled down to practice.

He actually wanted to take advantage of this time to make a breakthrough, how could Xu Quexuan not know that Ning Buyuan is currently only the fifth rank of Spirit Saint.Each way is unique, the first to prove the way, the later generations must change the way.This is also after Ning Buyuan successfully set foot on the Spirit Emperor, now he wants to re-enlighten the Tao.

Liu Ning Buyuan realized Taoism alone, and Xu Quexuan mixed in with the monks who came to Hanmo Prefecture.

What's ironic is that all those monks who didn't want that person to cross the catastrophe successfully began to set up some formations with a little bit of destiny, pinning their hopes on the way of heaven to judge him.

When the first thunder struck, Kyushu trembled.

The silver brilliance painted half of the sky, and anyone with some knowledge was guessing which way this person practiced, and finally Xu Quexuan recognized it first.

"It's actually Zhongli Yin."

As soon as Xu Quexuan said this, countless people exclaimed, and some even approached and chatted, asking: "Fellow Daoist, do you think that person is Zhongli?"

"The law of space, who else can it be except him!" A monk said affirmatively.

It was indeed Zhongli Yin.Although he was sanctified later than Ning Buyuan, but he knew a lot, and he was a god clan, with a soul in his body, and it was not unexpected that he was the first to prove the way and become emperor.

Probably only Nan Lingyi is right, what he proves is not a certain law of space, but the way of extreme affection.

There are three thousand ways, even if it is the law of water, there are countless ways to prove it.For example, when he was sanctified, the path he chose was the "good life virtue" of the law of life.

One hundred and eight thunder tribulations is not much, the time for those who cross the catastrophe may feel like years, and the time for onlookers is just counting.

However, the thunder calamity did not dissipate, and the [-]th thunder calamity condensed on the sky. Those who watched the calamity suspected that they were wrong.

The pitch-black thunder calamity is close to the one made by the patriarch of the God Clan when he crossed the four or nine heavenly tribulations. However, the one in front of him keeps evolving. Although it doesn't emit much terrifying breath, countless people even think that this huge thunder calamity can destroy the world. Fall into Kyushu.

Ning Buyuan hurriedly appeared beside Xu Quexuan and said, "Hurry up and leave."

"Master, the number of thunder tribulations seems to be wrong."

"It's really wrong." Ning Buyuan originally wanted to open up the space, but the order of Taoism was chaotic and he couldn't use it at all. He could only walk in the air and retreat to Beining Prefecture.

But the deterrence of this lightning calamity has not changed due to the distance.

Nan Lingyi didn't retreat like the other monks did, and pointed his voice directly at Lei Yun, saying: "Heavenly, one hundred and eight is already the limit of the heavenly rank, how can there be another thunder calamity!"

Zhongli Yin, who was in the thunder tribulation, was already on the verge of death, and he couldn't stop this thunder calamity no matter what.

"Heaven and earth are inhumane!" Zhongli Yin shouted angrily, Nan Lingyi drew his long sword out of its sheath, walked under the thunder cloud, blocking the last thunder calamity.

Ning Buyuan was also a little shocked, Nan Lingyi couldn't think about it, the others tried their best to stop Zhongli and Yin Dujie, but he went directly to stop the thunder robbery.

In fact, he couldn't stop him, Tiandao sensed that the situation was wrong, restrained his power, and the sky suddenly became clear.

However—this world-destroying thunderbolt aimed at destroying the Ling Emperor cannot be approached casually, let alone resisted.

Xu Quexuan felt a sense of sadness as he touched the surrounding vegetation.

"Him?" Ning Buyuan felt the great sorrow almost at the same time, "Unfortunately, he is from the lower realm. Speaking of which, if he suppresses the realm and returns to the lower realm, he doesn't need to participate in this dispute."

Xu Quexuan still couldn't believe it, and asked Ning Buyuan, "Is he really transformed?"

"All living beings share the same sorrow, it is indeed him. If Zhongli Yin transformed into Taoism, the vision of heaven and earth would not be like this." Ning Buyuan frowned and looked at the sky, and said in a low voice, "Zhongli Yin has become emperor."

Compared with this matter, there are not many monks going back to care about Nan Lingyi.

Two roads, one of which has been cut off.

Xu Quexuan said: "There are only ten years left, Master, have you thought about it clearly?" Is it Ning Buyuan who will not fight for the road to immortality, and wait for the five declines of heaven and man, or find another god, sign a blood contract, and set foot on the road to immortality? , life and death.Anyway, his end was already doomed.

"A lightning calamity, I don't think it's difficult." These words echoed in Zhongli Yin's ears.

The yellow sand all over the sky melted and reorganized under the thunder calamity, turning into a whole piece of crystal clear and translucent thing. If you let go of your defenses and touch it casually, it will be dripping with blood.

He searched here alone for a long time, but finally found nothing.

Nan Lingyi once told him that the place where the bones are buried, he hopes to be the lakeside of his hometown, but unfortunately, he has never found even a piece of corpse.

"You are really stupid." Zhongli Yin smiled lowly.

People from Zhongli's family entered this place for the first time, the head of the family first gave a big gift, and then congratulated: "I have been waiting here to welcome the emperor for a long time."

The moment he turned around, Patriarch Zhongli seemed to see a teardrop running across the corner of Zhongli Yin's eye, and then suspected that the place was just bright and too dazzling.

"What's the way of heaven, after all, the rest are only worthy of being the slaves of the gods." Zhong Liyin said to him without any ups and downs, but it made the Patriarch feel a chill.

After finishing speaking, Zhong Liyin threw the Soul Cultivation Jade containing the remnant soul of the green branch to the ground and burned it.

"Come on, they've lived long enough."

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Finally wrote Qingzhi to death, it was not easy~~~