She was not the original owner, and her memory of the original owner and the old man had been blank for a long time. But just now when she picked up the wooden hairpin, a memory that did not belong to her appeared in her mind.
But it doesn’t seem to belong to the original owner either.
"Girl, I don't know how to call you, but I know that you are no longer her, but you are still her."
Xia Zhibai was shocked by this opening remark!
Up to now, even Mo Nanfeng didn’t know that she was a transmigrated soul.
But Mr. Jiang, who had never met him, knew about it.
Or is it that his cultivation is higher than Mo Nanfeng's?
"Don't be surprised. She was created from a strand of your spiritual energy, just waiting for you to come. It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what I'm about to say. The person who threatens the Three Realms is about to appear again. You and the Lord of Hell have done a great job, always trying to slow down his growth."
"But that's not enough. His true form is an ancient black dragon, which lay dormant during the war between gods and demons. After the war, he was possessed by the residual spirit of the demon god, and then gradually came under the control of the demon god. This is why the underworld was destroyed more than two thousand years ago."
Xia Zhibai was even more surprised when he heard this.
"Don't get excited, little girl. I don't have much time left in the human world. What was destroyed today was only one of my clones. I've been in the human world for so many years, and the merits I've accumulated are now being given to you.
You and Lord Ming should be careful of Ren Wuji, he is not only cruel but also cunning."
Xia Zhibai was about to say something, to ask who he was, but the voice suddenly disappeared, making her pause for a moment. She met Mo Nanfeng's eyes, who leaned over to inquire. Seeing the worry in his eyes, she pursed her lips and whispered, "Mr. Jiang is not dead."
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