Chu Chen Kee

Bai Yi frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that Nanya was about 30 years old, and because she was dead, her body could be kept neither rotten nor stiff.

Xuan Yuan could see clearly from the side, the slight impatience on Yuan Xiang's face just now and the current shock could not be hidden from his eyes at all.

With great interest, he launched a soul search technique with his supreme mana, and caught Nanya's three souls and five souls who hadn't gone away.

An illusory young figure looked around blankly at the clear blue sky, then seemed to sense Xuan Yuan's call, and slowly walked to Xuan Yuan's side.

Bai Yi suddenly felt cold around him, turned around subconsciously, and saw a pair of extremely beautiful deep eyes, and couldn't help but suffocate his breath.

Anyone who suddenly saw the person who died in front of him and suddenly appeared behind him would not be able to remain calm.

Seeing Bai Yi's face turned pale, Xuan Yuan smiled and said lightly: "Anyway, he is going to re-enter the cycle, and memory is a burden to him, so it doesn't matter if I take a look."

Bai Yi silently rolled his eyes, then glanced at Nan Ya's soul who was still standing there blankly beside him, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

Xuan Yuan snapped his fingers softly, and a dark blue spark rose from his fingertips.

That blue flame was so beautiful that Bai Yi couldn't help but take a look at it.The flame soul is the part separated from the soul and related to the memory in front of him.Once the flame soul is lost, people will forget the past.

In the story of Naihe Bridge in the mythology, there is a Meng Po who cooks soup for people to drink, teaching them to forget the past and reincarnate.

Part of this story is true. Although there is no Meng Po, once a person dies, the original soul leaves the body, and when they want to reincarnate, they will cross a river, and the water in the river can extinguish the flame soul of the person. It is almost the same as Mengpo soup.

"Interesting! Ordinary people's flame souls are white, representing humanity, monks' flame souls are orange, gods' flame souls are red, demon cultivators' flame souls are green, and holy beast clan's flame souls are green." Purple." Xuan Yuan looked at the flame soul in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He glanced at Bai Yi meaningfully: "Only the flame soul of the witch clan is blue."

Bai Yi suddenly remembered that although Gui Fang had already changed his way of life and lived on the grassland by water and grass, their ancestors were also the ruling class of the Wu Clan thousands of years ago.

"However, they are not the same as the Wu Clan of the Yue Clan." Xuanyuan glanced at Yuan Xiang, who was still not awakened not far away, and said lightly, "The Wu Clan of the Yue Clan came from the realm of the Witch God. Yes, they have always insisted that they are the orthodox successors of witch gods, and almost all other witch gods fled or surrendered after the defeat of the witch clan war, and they look down on this kind of witch."

Bai Yi looked at Nanya with sympathy.

After Xuan Yuan finished speaking, he lightly opened the cluster of faint blue flames.

Thus, Nan Ya's simple and extraordinary life passed before their eyes one by one at a very fast speed.

He lost his mother since childhood and was adopted by the king. Da Yuanxiang was ten years old, and he always regarded himself as the eldest brother, and took good care of this little brother in every way.

Later, because the previous elder saw that he was beautiful and talented, he asked him if he was willing to give up his whole life to serve the gods as the next elder successor.

He was only 12 years old that year, but he resolutely agreed after seeing the increasingly difficult life of the clansmen. He hoped that one day, he could bring a rich life to the clansmen with his own ability.

It was only when he was only 15 years old that the sequelae of practicing witchcraft appeared. The years on his body passed by very fast, almost aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His talent is rare and high, and his sequelae are more serious than ordinary people.

When he finished training at the age of 20 and returned to the royal family, but saw the younger brother who was the most clingy in the past looking at him with strange eyes, he chose the safest and cruelest way to explain own history.

No one would associate this old mage who claimed to be a tribe who was destroyed by wolves and turned into a wanderer with the most beautiful and talented young man in the tribe, because his appearance at that time already vaguely resembled that of an old man. senile.

The luck that I prayed for at the expense of my own body really began to favor the city.

So, he began to squander what little life force he had left.

Of course, with his natural talents, he saw the subtle confrontation between theocracy and royal power in the future, saw the child he had been protecting all the time guarding against him, and also saw the result of his own life and death.

This man faced all this with a calm attitude, and then quietly waited for the final outcome.

He fought for the tribe with an unyielding will, but he refused to say a word for himself...

Bai Yi couldn't bear to see it, so he looked away.

Xuan Yuan lightly snuffed out the flame soul in his hand, stood up and looked down at the panicked and mourning crowd: "It seems that they are not in the mood for a wedding today, let's go first."

Hearing this, Bai Yi agreed with this opinion very much.

"Sorrow..." Bai Yi frowned lightly, he was not very good at comforting others.

Hearing his voice, Yuan Xiang raised his face with a little resoluteness, his eye circles were a little red but he was calm and calm, and he didn't seem to lose his composure.

He stared at Nanya's body in silence for a long time, then shook his head and said, "My father and queen mother told me that he has returned to the Central Plains because his mother is from the Central Plains. I think so too..."

But she never thought that that person would be by his side, protecting him day after day, and taking him under her wings.

Until Yuanxiang's wings are full, he even starts to reject his interference in the internal affairs of the tribe. He only thinks that this old man who has a very high reputation in the tribe is likely to be a threat to his rule.

Although, when their tribe was almost destroyed, Nanya tried her best to help him preserve the strength of his army, using witchcraft to predict and divination...

It seems that once rights and desires are tainted, all contributions become taken for granted, and all demands begin to intensify.

When he found that he could no longer squeeze benefits from this old man, he threw him aside without any scruples, and still supported him for the sake of his old love.

Yuan Xiang's voice became a little choked, but he took a deep breath and stopped talking.

When did you start thinking that power is a good thing?

Was it when he was being chased by the Yue Clan like a bereaved dog?Was it when you almost died of hunger and cold under the frozen Kunlun Mountains?Or when his childhood sweetheart Zhulan betrayed him?

I still seem to have lost my former self...