Villain: The Memory Is Exposed, The Heroine Kneels And Begs My Forgiveness

At eight years old, he has the courage to face horse bandits without being timid, and the perseverance that is not hindered by fetters and stability.

With such a heart, no matter how far she can go, at least it proves that Mo Yaya has the qualifications to worship the fairy door.

Before Mo Yaya came back to her senses, the surrounding scene dissipated like a phantom, and the villagers in front of her also turned into smoke.

"Xiao Hai! Uncle!"

Mo Yaya looked horrified and reached out to grab them, but unfortunately she could only grab a handful of loess.

When the phantom dissipated, another scene took its place.

Qionglou Yuyu, Yaotai Langyuan, there is not a single immortal character.

Looking at the top of the head, there are cranes passing by in groups, and looking at the front, there are immortals guarding the gate of heaven with their eyes closed.

Haoran's aura passed through her body without leaving any traces, and Mo Yaya felt as if she had passed away.

A white-faced scholar stepped forward and cupped his hands, and asked with a smile, "Little sister, are you also here to worship Xianmen?"

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"Fairy Ziyan's heart towards Tao, I'm really ashamed of myself..."

"I was also a mortal back then, and I was expected to join the Immortal Sect by chance, but when I was eight years old, I seemed to be still playing in the mud."

"Fairy Ziyan's Taoism is indeed respectable, but it seems to be a little worse than the Devil Emperor when he was nine years old."

"Why do you mention this? Just be better than you."

There was a lot of discussion among the people in the hall. At this time, they were just discussing their own opinions, and they had no prejudice against the identity of the demon emperor Jiang Zhi Ge in the past and Jiang Zhi Ge.

Not far away, Qu Yun had a gloomy expression on his face. Today, the hundreds of powerful people in the hall had completely forgotten why he appeared in the Xuancang Holy Land, and actually discussed the pictures in the light and shadow as if they were watching a play.

You know, this is the memory of Demon Emperor Jiang Zhi Ge, can it be compared to singing?

If it goes on like this, it is estimated that everyone will only have a normal heart, instead of treating Jiang Zhi Ge as a heinous devil emperor.

The pictures in the main memory are all the memories of Nangong Rou and Mo Ziyan, which have nothing to do with murder and arson, let alone the key to causing everyone to besiege Xuancang Holy Land.

People will risk their lives to besiege Xuancang Holy Land, mainly because Jiang Zhi Ge once deliberately destroyed the heavens, absorbed the power of one realm for his own use, and joined three demon emperors from other realms to open up a demon realm.

Now the memory is not related to these things, and there is no memory that helps Dao's perception, and there is no picture of Jiang Zhi Ge murdering and setting fire. Everyone can only hold the mentality of watching the play first.

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Mo Yaya came back to her senses after hearing the sound, she turned to look at the white-faced scholar, and murmured, "No, Yaya is looking for immortals..."

"Look? After entering the fairy gate, you are a fairy, why do you need to look for it?"

The white-faced scholar laughed dumbly. Those who can come here are all qualified to be able to worship Xianmen, and Mo Yaya is too unconfident.

Listening to the words of the white-faced scholar, Mo Yaya still had the feeling that she couldn't return to God.

Where did the villagers go? Where is this place? Too many doubts troubled her.

"The hour has come, you all come before me."

At this moment, a sound like Honglu Dazhong came from the front.

The white-faced scholar looked surprised, the immortal was indeed an immortal, and his voice could travel so far.

Mo Yaya also looked up, and saw that there were about a thousand steps in front of them, and above the steps was a portal suspended in mid-air, and a white-haired old man sat cross-legged in the center of the door.

Mo Yaya suddenly showed excitement, and hurriedly climbed up the steps.

The white-faced scholar couldn't help laughing, Mo Yaya was so unconfident before, but now she is the first to walk up the stairs.

The stairs are very dense, and one step can cross three or four floors. For mortals, this thousand-level ladder is only too much, not too much.

There were probably dozens of qualified people around, and they all walked relatively easily, but Mo Yaya, who was eight years old, had a harder time.

Because she tried her best to cross her legs, she could only walk two steps, and she was tired and panting after walking a few steps.

Soon a strong man walked to the door first. He thought he would be praised, but he didn't expect the white-haired old man to lift his eyelids.

I saw the white-haired old man flex his fingers and hit the strong man with a flash of light, and his body suddenly flashed many veins.

"Seventeen spiritual roots, enter the outer door and stand on the left."

The strong man didn't quite understand it, but he still stood obediently to the left of the portal.

The next person followed, and the white-haired old man fired an aura as usual, and the same veins flashed around his body.

"Twenty-one spiritual roots, enter the outer door and stand on the left."

Everyone who was still walking the stairs secretly wondered, the second person obviously had twenty-one spiritual roots, but he was no different from the first person?

Dozens of people took turns to be tested by the white-haired old man, but unfortunately all of them were outside doors, so that there were a bunch of people standing on the left, and there was still no one on the right.

Not long after, it was the turn of a beautiful girl wearing a pure emerald skirt.

This woman has a noble temperament and fair skin, and has an absolutely extraordinary position in the world.

Aura fell on her, flashing intricate veins, and ordinary people couldn't tell how many.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes slightly, nodded and said, "Fifty Six Paths Linggen, enter the inner door and stand on the right side."

The beautiful girl looked surprised and ran to the right side of the portal with brisk steps.

The people standing on the left couldn't help but envy, even if they didn't look at the expression of the white-haired old man, they knew that the beautiful girl's talent was better than theirs.

There are fifty-six spiritual roots, more than twice as many as many people on the left.

Then came the white-faced scholar. The spiritual power of the white-haired old man fell on him, and his body actually shone brighter than the beautiful girl.

Everyone was even more astonished, the more dazzling the light, the more spiritual roots there would be.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes and looked at the white-faced scholar, and said with satisfaction: "Yes, there are sixty-seven spiritual roots, enter the inner door, and stand on the right side."

"Thank you elder."

The white-faced scholar possessed his body and cupped his hands, and stood beside the beautiful girl with his excitement suppressed.

The beautiful girl's eyes are full of peach blossoms, the white-faced scholar has a delicate appearance, and her talent is even better than her. It just so happened that they went to Xianmen together again. She can already think of the beautiful love between herself and the white-faced scholar.

The white-faced scholar didn't care about her thoughts, and looked at Mo Yaya, who was still climbing the stairs, with a hint of worry in her eyes.

Now only Mo Yaya is still climbing the stairs, and just halfway through, the white-faced scholar is thinking about waiting for her to reach the top so slowly.

Anyone can see that Mo Yaya is not only young, but also extremely weak, as if she hadn't eaten enough since she was a child.

The white-haired old man did not help Mo Yaya, nor was he in a hurry, but waited quietly.

And everyone is new to Xianmen, even if they are impatient, they will not show it, they can only wait with the white-haired old man.

It was not until it was almost dark that Mo Yaya, who was so tired that she was about to collapse, climbed up.

When the white-haired old man was about to cast a light on Mo Yaya, the panting Mo Yaya looked up at him and said excitedly, "Grandpa, are you an immortal?"