Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

As Feng Ling who was born against the law of heaven, he could have told all the truth without being restrained by the law of heaven.

He told almost everyone he met the truth about the Tongtian Tower: when the Tongtian Tower was fully completed, it was the time when the demon world fell, and Meng Luping had no choice but to kill Lang Xuesheng in order to prevent the demon world from falling.

Everyone was mourning that the Holy Master was betrayed and died tragically in front of the Tongtian Tower. The whole demon world was in a sad atmosphere. Now someone suddenly jumped out and said that Meng Duckweed was innocent, and no one believed it at all.

Feng Ling spoke dryly, but everyone in the devil world thought he was covering for Meng Duckweed——

Feng Ling looks too much like Meng Duckweed, maybe this person is his son.

The resentment was transferred to Feng Ling, he was beaten and killed almost nowhere, and no one believed his words.

Newborn teenagers don't understand why some people don't want to believe the truth.

He began to miss Meng Duckweed, who enlightened him. How could such a gentle person be that big bastard who did all kinds of evil, deceived the emperor and betrayed the lord in their mouths?

The more he thought about it, the sadder he felt, and he wanted to express the grief and indignation in his heart, but unfortunately no one listened to him, and all the grief could only be hidden in his heart.

Meng Duckweed no longer has an afterlife, his soul has disappeared into the world, and he does not exist in the world, so what is the meaning of his existence in this world?

Feng Ling wanted to die, wanted to be lost, just like his mother.

But since he was born against the way of heaven, he naturally cannot be included in the reincarnation list, just like an outsider in this world, being rejected by everything.

Only his distraught mother can accept him.

Heartbroken, Feng Ling fell into a drowsy sleep for three days and three nights, and another seven days and seven nights, for a full ten days, neither eating nor drinking, watching the boundless darkness of the demon world.

Feng Ling got up slowly, not knowing what to do.

He knows so little about the world.

At the moment when he was confused, the voice of heaven suddenly sounded in his mind.

Tiandao asked him a question: "Do you still want to see dream duckweed?"

Of course he wanted to, but isn't he out of his wits?

"I am the way of heaven, and everything in the world must be under my control."

Feng Ling replied to the voice in his head, and softly retorted: "It's a pity that I can't be controlled by you."

"Let's make a deal. I will give you the hope of seeing the duckweed in your dream, and you will accept my control."

Feng Ling sneered: "The way of heaven cannot be violated. My mother violated the way of heaven. Disappearance is punishment. How can you disobey yourself and let my mother reappear?"

"Trade or not, it's up to you."

Feng Ling already felt that life was meaningless, and if accepting the control of the Dao of Heaven could give him the meaning of life, that would not be a bad thing.

Without thinking too much, Feng Ling agreed to Tiandao's deal.

A giant black ball lingered around him, swallowing Feng Ling's entire body inside.

This is - the fissure of heaven.

Countless small worlds have been derived from the cracks, and the soul fragments of Meng Duckweed were hung up by the sky wind and blown into each of the small worlds. Feng Ling watched the birth and growth of countless Meng Duckweeds in the cracks of the heavens. , death, the fragments of the soul become solid, fly out of the small world, and merge with other fragments.

The fragments are constantly repaired and fused in the small world, and finally become a slightly larger fragment.

It is this fragment of the soul, which is already the best effort that the Rift of Heavenly Dao can do.

The way of heaven cannot be violated, Meng Duckweed must be in this state of being dissipated.

Even though there were only fragments of one soul and one soul, the powerful obsession still shook the entire space, and Feng Ling almost wanted to cry.

He was in the rift of heaven, and he could see everything in the four worlds and the small world of the rift. He didn't know how long it had been outside, but he only knew that he missed Meng Duckweed very much.

Maybe thousands of years have passed, maybe 1 years, maybe more than 1 years, obsession brought a soul into reincarnation, and Feng Ling stood in front of his mother in a systematic form.

"This is the world of "Qing Leng Xian Zun's Difficult to Remember". Would you like to quit?"

The person exactly like Meng Duckweed was cursing, making Feng Ling a little dazed—is this his gentle mother?

Meng Duckweed didn't know about the rest of the matter—or Meng Duckweed, who had surpassed Qianqiu now, didn't know that Feng Ling had made a deal with Tiandao.

Yue Qianqiu, who recalled everything, felt like a lifetime away.

Lang Xuesheng, Meng Feicui—and herself.

He covered his face, desperately trying to stop the tears from streaming down his face.

It's like the heroine in a bitter drama, who can't speak up if she has something to say, and can't appeal for grievances.

no!Yue Qianqiu thought to himself, he had to find a way to let A Xue find out that he had been wronged.

The drama he hates the most is when two people have a long mouth, but they don't tell the truth.

How can he bear this kind of aggrieved more and more?Must not, must teach Ashe fortune-telling by hand, and let him figure out the secret of 'the way of heaven cannot be violated'.

The truth ten thousand years ago was not that Meng Duckweed got jealous and went mad and stabbed the Lord of the Demon Realm, but that a conscientious civil servant in the Demon Realm had no choice but to cut the mess quickly for the future of the country.

Doesn't this give yourself an Oscar for dedication?

Speaking of this, the island owner of Jian Xin Continent over there doesn't look easy to deal with at first glance. How can I teach him fortune-telling and let him figure out what will happen when the Tongtian Tower is completed?

Yue Qianqiu thought about it bitterly, how many people would he have to teach if he wanted to rectify his name?Now the world is full of peaches and plums.

The pain of the chain passing through the ankle was covered by the shock of memory recovery, Yue Qianqiu squatted in the prison, thinking: Why doesn't the prison play use gold chains, isn't it written like this in novels?

Without a golden chain, there is no force, but Mu Chenxue is a demon king!

On second thought, in his previous life, he was so stingy, he refused to even expand a palace, and transferred all his finances to the lower levels of the Demon Realm.

Really, what a good monarch, he likes it, likes it terribly.

I hope that the misunderstanding between them can be resolved as soon as possible, I really can't stand such aggrieved energy.

Yue Qianqiu was not the kind of person who swallowed all the suffering, as soon as he recovered his memory, he began to think about letting Mu Shenxue know the truth.

It's a pity that he is still moving forward, but Mu Shenxue over there has become Lang Xuesheng.

The demonic energy exploded in a small room, directly injuring the surrounding maids, and the body of 'Mu Shenxue' gradually came to life, with red pupils carrying the arrogance of a battle-tested victor.

He still has the memory of this body 'Mu Chenxue' in his mind, but under the catalysis of the demon energy, the personality of 'Mu Chenxue' is suppressed, and everything that belongs to Lang Xuesheng has just begun.

"Where's the traitor?"

Li Xiao looked up in surprise, looked at the Demon Realm Venerable who was only recorded in the epic, and asked him: "In prison, do you want to crush him to ashes?"

Lang Xuesheng looked down at Li Xiao, but didn't answer him.

"Samsara is reincarnated." He covered his head in some pain: "He is reincarnated and doesn't remember everything about the past, so the dream of duckweed has nothing to do with him. Let him go back."

Li Xiao asked in shock: "Your Majesty wants to let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

"The future is a matter of future, the deity has already punished him." Lang Xuesheng remembered his resentment gushing out from the Wanhua Mirror, occupying Mu Shenxue's body, and strangled Yue Qianqiu's neck, leaving red marks .

Even so, Meng Duckweed hasn't remembered the past, so why should she blame an innocent person?

Lang Xuesheng waved his hands wearily, and said to Li Xiao: "Say it again, let him go."