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Yuxuzong is separated from Endless Sea by more than tens of thousands of miles, one is in the south and the other is in the west, facing each other across the entire Formless Realm.

When there is no aura in Wuxiang Realm, the whole interface is gray and lifeless. There is no wind, no water, no everything, let alone people.

In order to separate itself from the Lingbi that blended with the mortal world, the Heavenly Realm did not hesitate to kill all the dragons, cut off the Tianzhu, and split a realm from the chaos, and placed it between the Celestial Realm and the Mortal Realm, and merged with the Phaseless Realm Together, we have the status of overlooking all living beings and hovering above the clouds.

The three realms are separated only by Lingbi, above the mortal realm is the realm of no phase, and above the realm of no phase is the realm of heaven.For tens of millions of years, the Three Realms were safe and sound, and many creatures were slowly born.And because the Wuxiang Realm is the closest to the Heaven Realm, all living beings can pursue the Dao and ascend to God.

This is the formation of the Three Realms.

Since the phaseless boundary is formed by the fusion of two interfaces, it is often night in the extreme north, and dawn in the extreme south.

There is a saying in the world of mortals, which is called a day in the sky and a hundred years on the earth.There is also a saying in Western Buddhism: There are three thousand big worlds and hundreds of millions of small worlds.And in these worlds, there are countless parallel time and space shuttles among them.

In the timeline that Ye Qingzhou saw, after Nalan Qianliu left his soul in this world, his spirit fetus went to another world soon, and was reborn in a house of bells and tripods.

It was a mortal world, exactly the same as the mortal world under the Phaseless Realm, with no aura, and four distinct seasons.

Ye Qingzhou took a look and knew in his heart that it was indeed the realm of mortals under the Phaseless Realm, but the calendar was different.When Nalan Qianliu was the young master of Yaoguang City, the dynasty had just changed in the mortal world, and he was reborn after leaving his soul, but it was more than 800 years ago when the dynasty changed in the mortal world.

What Buddha Xiu said was true.

After Nalan Qianliu was reincarnated, the life book was very thin, and there were only a few words in the life book that recorded the merits and demerits of ordinary people.It seems that after looking at it, it is full of words such as "rich and honored for half a life" and "bad fate".

Although born in the Zanying family, her parents loved her life more than life, but only 16 years of life like pearls and treasures have passed.On his 16th birthday, northern Xinjiang invaded and the border town fell into enemy hands. To save his life, his parents sent him away overnight.

The relative was wiped out overnight, and the servant who led him to escape harbored malicious intentions and wanted to give him to the leader of the enemy army in exchange for glory and wealth.

——This is the fate of Nalan Qianliu's next life. It is fixed in the fate book and cannot be changed.

However, Ming Xingjun in the sky suddenly fell asleep.

The command book that had just been opened was blank. Someone picked up a pen, and the ink was smeared, and another fate was written in it.

The sun is light, and the clouds dye the sky.

Jiang Lingyue, son of the Jiang family, who was preparing to celebrate her 16th birthday, met a young man with blood-stained cloud clothes and long loose hair in the mountains and forests beside the white water.

Holding a bow and arrow, he came looking for deer, standing under the criss-crossing branches and leaves, as if crashing into the established destiny.

The hustle and bustle gradually moved away, and the light and shadow fell on the fate book on the case of Mingxing Jun Qingyu at the far end of the sky, freezing the whole life.

Ling Xizi shouldn't have appeared in the mortal world more than 800 years ago.Yuxuzong Xiutai is ruthless, every appointed head teacher has a smooth sailing in practice, only he stumbled.

Tiansha robbed heaven, earth and people for three eons, but he was the only one who committed death robbing and love robbing.There are still traces of the death calamity, but no matter how Ling Xizi calculates this love calamity, he doesn't know where it came from.

So on the day of crossing the catastrophe, he failed to escape.

No one knew the cause and effect of this, but Ye Qingzhou, who was far outside the timeline, fell silent.

Ling Xizi is the reincarnation of one of his souls. According to common sense, under the influence of the fate star, all the reincarnations of his soul fragments will not have their own fate book, but Ling Xizi appeared in Nalan Qianliu's next life. In the fate book.

Ye Qingzhou was silent for a moment, and sighed softly in her heart, it turned out that the person who rewrote the command book and sent Ling Xizi to Nalan Qianliu... was me.

The sound of surging waves rang in his ears, Ye Qingzhou lowered his eyelashes, and suppressed the fluctuations in his eyes.

He rubbed his thumb lightly on the somewhat yellowed album a few times, and the long black whip hanging under his sleeve ignited an ice blue flame, freezing Ming Yizi and the others below like scales and thorns.

The Black Sea that has completely emerged also seems to feel the icy chill, slowly forming frost in the cold fog.

Ye Qingzhou put the album back into his clothes, moved his fingers slightly, and the flaming black whip turned into inches of ashes, scattered in the sea of ​​clouds behind him.

He came down from the clouds, wearing cloud clothes and looking indifferent.Different from the face that appeared in front of the monks in the Wuxiang Realm, Ye Qingzhou, whose face was frosty and whose body was like a sword bone, was the delusion-breaking god who could not be looked up to in the sky like the sun and the moon.

Ye Qingzhou stood in front of Ming Yizi, looking at her child with a complicated expression.

Although the fragments of the spirit and soul were reincarnated separately, they were all him when traced back to the source.No one can deny that Ming Yizi is the son born to him and Nalan Qianliu.

"You shouldn't read this album."

As soon as the words fell, the thousands of sharp swords behind Ming Yizi scrambled, broke off in unison, and fell into the vortex below.

He stood in mid-air, like an ice sculpture, with hostility in his beautiful eyes, but because of the cold, he was unaware of the outside world.

Ye Qingzhou sighed softly, and made a formula with his right hand, blurring the memory of the album in Ming Yizi's mind.If he hadn't heard that Nalan Qianliu was involved in the words of several people, he should be under the endless sea at this moment, instead of snatching a picture book with his children here.

Before leaving, he turned the emerald feathers that had been with him for thousands of years—a dark green, swirling peacock feather into broken light, and waved it into the creases between Ming Yizi's eyebrows.

This kid has aptitude, but because of his dual spiritual roots of water and fire, he can't condense his sword heart.In the Yuxu Sect, those who can't condense the sword heart, even if they cut off their emotional roots and break their cultivation of transforming spirits, they will not survive the three calamities of heaven, earth and human beings, and will fall under the calamity of Tiansha sooner or later.

I hope this green feather can help this child.

Ye Qingzhou took one last look at him, through Ming Yizi's elegant face, he seemed to see another black and white figure that was shockingly distinct.

He removed the frost, and several streams of water poked their heads out from the black sea, and saw the rays of light clearing the way at the end of the sea of ​​clouds, and flying cranes circling; in the color of the water, it was as if a divine light had descended into the world.The sea water flowing to the depths of the vortex was cut off in fear and fear, revealing an unfathomable staircase leading to nowhere.

Ye Qingzhou stepped on the stone steps, step by step to the depths of the seabed, his figure seemed to be swallowed by darkness in the fleeting light.The sea water covered the stone steps again.

Above the vortex, Yuan Zhe was the first to come back to his senses. He was still holding the folding fan tightly in his hand, but the cold-faced monk in the cloud-clothed hunter holding a black long whip who was supposed to be standing above them disappeared.

What just happened?

He was terrified, obviously, the two sides were still confronting each other just now, how could the other party disappear without a trace.