God has been dead for 300 years

"Mother!"

"Do not--"

Lingyao came galloping on a fast horse, her eyes turned red when she saw Ziqi's embarrassed state.

Ziqi gritted his teeth and said, "Stop barking!"

"She's not your mother!"

"You fucking don't want to act anymore, he didn't want to hide his identity for a long time, but you are still in a dream!"

Lingyao got off the horse with regret, folded her arms and leaned against the side of the horse, away from the center of the chaos of war, and stopped the situation with just a light sentence, she said——

"Shenjun Huaying, please stay safe."

Hua Ying stopped the offensive in her hands.

Lingyao said, "I just remembered that this kid Qi Yun is really extraordinary. I never thought that... the little thing I picked up from the snowdrift back then could attract a big Buddha like you."

Huaying slightly opened her lips, and her eyelids curved slightly, "You gave Ziqi the chance to destroy the illusion?"

Ling Yao smiled, "I'm tired, can't I?"

Ling Yao patted the horse, and the horse turned its head knowingly.

On the horse's tail, the sack was dangling, dangling, suddenly drooping down, throwing the person inside to pieces.

Qi Yun poked his head out from the sack, his face pale, "Princess..."

Lingyao changed her voice, and responded in a mellow male voice, "Qi Yun, I have to act in a hurry, and I have wronged you."

Qi Yun's face turned even paler.

Lingyao laughed, "Shenjun Huaying, you have a hostage in your hand, and I have a hostage in my hand. How about we swap?"

Huaying lifted her lips and sneered, "The person in your hands is also called a hostage?"

Lingyao said "Hey", "You love Qi Yun so much, and you are willing to come here for him, guarding this dilapidated illusion day and night. Is it possible that you can watch him die?"

Huaying scoffed at what Lingyao said.

"Love?"

Lingyao's expression of sure victory froze slightly.

Hua Ying said again, "However, I really can't just ignore death."

"Simply, you also save your life."

Lingyao and Yunhe's expressions changed at the same time.

Yunhe shouted, "Huaying! How innocent Lingyao is!"

Hua Ying wrote lightly, "Give him the opportunity to choose, but he disdains it."

Yunhe said, "Your Huaying god is not afraid of human life, you are really not afraid of karma!"

Huaying seemed to have heard the funny words, "Human life is ignored—are you referring to you, or Lingyao? Two crazy substitutes, except for them, not to mention that the substitutes have no cause and effect, even if there are, this god will be afraid?"

Ling Yao said, "If you weren't afraid of karma, why did you protect Qi Yun? Could it be that you were afraid that the incident of the husband and wife's sword would be retribution to the other two from Yuxian Mansion?"

Huaying looked at him coldly, "You talk too much."

Lingyao continued, "Back then, the husband and wife sword was sacrificed to the oracle, and they had a son, Qi Yun! When Qi Yun went to the northern border, he almost froze to death in the snow. I saved him. Lord Hanshen and Lord Yushen will be spared from backlash, so that you can continue to be unparalleled from Yuxian Mansion."

Huaying said, "Save it? Oh, it's like you saved a shell, so what?"

Lingyao said, "Let Zi Qi go."

Hua Ying let out a laugh, "A plan to repay your kindness?"

Lingyao lowered her face, "Yes."

Hua Ying said, "Unfortunately, this favor is not recognized by the god."

Ling Yao suddenly raised her head, "You!"

Hua Ying said, "Qi Yun's shell is just a shell, his soul is no longer here, otherwise, why are you so excited now?"

Ling Yao was stunned.

Huaying looked at Ziqi's expression which was beyond the state of her mind, a majestic spiritual power gathered in her palm, pierced through Ziqi's chest fiercely, and crushed the substitute heart stone inch by inch, erasing the double in this illusion. memory.

Lingyao's expression changed in surprise, and her two fingers quickly swiped across her right wrist.

Huaying trapped Lingyao and said, "Don't struggle."

A look of embarrassment flashed in Lingyao's eyes, and she looked at Huaying with unkind eyes, "As a fellow immortal, you actually attacked Yunhe's substitute for your own selfishness, Huaying, you are so arrogant! You really are not afraid of revenge!"

Huaying used her hand as a blade, pierced Lingyao's chest calmly, and said, "Revenge? We'll wait and see."

A trace of treachery flashed in Lingyao's eyes, she coughed up a stream of blood, and said viciously, "Okay, very good!"

Huaying looked at him indifferently.

It wasn't until the corpse was completely cold and the heart stone still hadn't rolled out that Hua Ying frowned slightly.

Suddenly there was a strange noise.

Above the spiritual force field.

Yili and Yunhe both stood on it.

Yili stood with his hands behind his back, neither sad nor happy, and said, "Shenjun Huaying, the immortal has been waiting in the Immortal Hall for a long time, please move."

Huaying glanced at Lingyao's body, and said coldly, "The ability to be in the same body?"

The male and female body is the same body, the female is the vice, and the male is the main, and the memories can be transferred to each other.

Yili answered irrelevantly, "Follow the order of the immortal, please stop."

Yunhe snorted a sneer from his mouth, "Why bother talking to him, he insists on his apprenticeship in Yuxian Mansion, and in recent years he has put that person in his eyes, we are just spreading the word, he likes to go or not."

Huaying and Yili looked at each other.

They all saw a trace of reassurance in each other's eyes.

Yunhe has no memory in this mirror.

Hua Ying dragged Qi Yun in the sack into her hand, and threw the spirit antlers into it, and it turned into a firefly out of thin air, and flew towards the sky.

Yunhe stepped forward angrily, "I want to run, chase after me!"

Yili grabbed him, "He's gone to the Immortal Palace."

Yunhe lowered his eyes, looked at the already broken spiritual force field, and said to the substitute heart stone in the spiritual force field, "Which stupid fairy is so miserable, let alone the substitute was pulled out of the chest by the Hades, and was crushed into ashes foam."

Yili said, "You."

Yunhe twitched the corner of his mouth, "Me? If it were me, I would have no memory, stop joking."

Yili said lightly, "It's just lunch."

After Yili finished speaking, she also turned into a firefly and hurried towards the Immortal Hall.

"Follow."

"Oh, yes, here we come."

Yunhe stood where he was, and answered very quickly.

But his body didn't disperse into spiritual light, instead he lowered his eyes and stared at the mess on the ground.

Although the heart stone that belonged to him has been broken, it still hides a dim light.

Yunhe tried his best to restrain his trembling lips, put the tip of his tongue against his canine teeth, and wiped it hard. After tasting a little bit of rust, he slowly closed his eyes, and crushed the heart stone powder into the mud with one kick .

He opened his sour eyes, stuck out two blue fingers from his left sleeve, and drew out a pure spirit from his right wrist, gradually erasing the traces of the Heart Stone.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, tick-tock.

After cleaning up the unlucky double, Yunhe looked at Lingyao's body with red eyes.

He squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand in mid-air and seemed to be burned by fire, then retreated suddenly, swallowed, and hugged his head tightly in frustration.

Who is Lingyao?

Who is Lingyao's substitute, or is it... something else?

He didn't dare to admit the most likely guess in his mind.

Looking at the direction where Yili was going away, Yunhe slammed his fist on the gravel ground, and laughed wildly as if he lost control.

The voice was mixed with struggle, pain, and desolation.

Halfway through the laugh, he stopped abruptly and covered his face with one hand.

He thought of a series of "events in the past" that exploded in his mind at the moment when Ziqi Shen died-the husband and wife Jianshen died, Qi Yun almost died, he was rescued by the Immortal Venerable, and had to be embedded in the Crane Demon's body.

If Yi, you hadn't deprived him of his memory of "the past", he might have received the immortal's kindness as heavy as a mountain.

But now, the illusion woven by Lingyao has been destroyed, and he has obtained the "things of the past", and the immortal can still say to him lightly, "The things of the past, the fruits of the past, don't go into it."

Do you want to get to the bottom of it?

A ray of unwillingness and despair flashed in Yunhe's eyes.

"I want revenge."

"The blood of innocent people is shed, and the restless people lie on the couch, why?"

He raised his head and stared in the direction of the Immortal Hall, and suddenly roared nervously, "Since you choose to guard this illusion, why not guard it to the end! Only a double can walk out of the illusion, why didn't you kill Qi Yun, but Zi Qi! Why do you want me to restore the memories of the past by accident! I don’t want to, I don’t want to, why ahhhhhh!!!”

"I don't want revenge."

Yunhe collapsed beside Lingyao dejectedly.

He turned his head to Lingyao who was beside him, and murmured, "I don't want to sleep in the flowers and spring, but raise my eyes and hold the sparrow in the forest."

Yunhe stared at the corpse for a long time.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, with tears in his eyes that he couldn't shed, and said.

"Hate before love."

"sorry."

Yunhe laughed and left from the spiritual force field, and slowly rose to Tengyun.He was located three thousand feet in the sky, condescending, and extinguished the last piece of illusion with a fire.

The billowing yellow sand blows up with the wind, leaving no trace of the mirage.

Immortal Hall.

The door of the palace was closed.

Yi you frowned and sat on the high platform.

Huaying was below, standing with her hands behind her back, showing no sign of admitting her mistake.

Yi You knew that he couldn't wait for him to speak, so he took the lead to break the embarrassment, "How long have you been in ambush in Lucheng?"

Huaying said in a deep voice, "After Lingyao weaves the illusion, it will be the second day."

"After Cong Yu told you that Qi Yun is the husband and wife sword?"

"Yes."

"Tell you about the tampering of the oracle?"

"good."

Yiyou sighed and said, "Yunhe has recovered his memory."

Hua Ying frowned slightly.

Yi said, "You think that after killing Ziqi, Yunhe won't be able to get in touch with Qi Yun?"

Huaying said, "Isn't it?"

Yiyou walked down the high platform slowly, half-closed your eyes and said with pity, "Qi Yun was left by Yunhe in the mortal world 600 years ago. Since he was a demon, then he slept in the snow mountain until Ling Yao dug him out, and then he regained his human warmth, and entered the illusion together with Lingyao. Qi Yun is also one of Yunhe's substitutes. Your original thinking is correct. In the same illusion, the same person only You can get a substitute, so you choose to save Qi Yun, lest after Qi Yun dies completely, he will pass on the memory of 'the past' to Yunhe and arouse his desire for revenge."

"But you don't know that Qi Yun is not resurrected by relying on the antlers of the spirit, but by leaning on the snow mountain. Lingyao hid Qi Yun in the illusion and brought him from the snow mountain to the desert. Therefore, as long as the illusion is broken, Qi Yun will definitely die." Withering, so what if you warm him with the antlers of the spirit? What you raise is just the body that has passed the memory to Yunhe. Moreover, this body will be driven by Yunhe."

Hua Ying's expression changed.

Yiyou continued, "At this moment, Yunhe should have completely destroyed Ziqi's double."

"During the selection time of a cup of tea, he decisively chose to destroy the memory of the trip to Lucheng and restore the 'memory of hate' back then."

Huaying lowered her eyes and said, "What should I do?"