As they quarreled, they started to cry.
"I... I dreamed of her... but... but she forgot me..."
Lu Jingqing paused slightly.
In recent years, the most tasks Yuexi City has taken on are from the western part.
Even though he heard with his own ears that Shen Qingyi had disappeared between heaven and earth, even though he saw the holy sword with his own eyes, he chose to deliberately forget it.
How could he not know the soul cultivation techniques he had secretly searched for?
But... As long as the Holy Sword remains there, his junior sister won't return...
The Yunze Continent, even the Pankong Realm, and the soul world of the entire cultivation world are fake.
How could her junior sister get a chance to survive under these false rules?
Reincarnation... What a wonderful ending for those who sacrificed themselves to suppress...
But there are always some people in the world who can't let go.
Love is strong, buried in the world.
In the dim woods, a man was carrying a coffin and moving forward step by step.
The blue flames around kept flickering.
The disheveled male cultivator took a sip of wine and gently put down the coffin on his back.
"I heard there's a kind of resurrection grass up ahead. When we get there, I'll go find it for you..."
After saying that, he drank another glass of wine, but he couldn't help frowning when he felt that the person behind him had not left yet.
"Stop following me!"
Xu Yanchang walked out from the darkness.
"Huo Shen... leave him to me."
Huo Shen cautiously protected the coffin behind him.
"You want to take my coffin? Don't even think about it! Be careful or I'll fight you! Get out!"
Looking at the somewhat crazy Huo Shen, Xu Yanchang felt uncomfortable.
"Huo Shen, Beichen... is already dead..."
No one wanted this to be the ending, but it happened so suddenly.
Unexpectedly, the matter came to an end.
"Huo Shen, go back..."
Huo Shen picked up the coffin and rushed deep into the forest.
"Hahaha! You want to trick me into handing over the coffin to you? Dream on! What Huo Shen? I'm not Huo Shen! You want my coffin? No way!"
Looking at Huo Shen who escaped again, Xu Yan let out a long sigh.
When will days like this end?
Huo Shen seemed to have deliberately forgotten everyone except the person in the coffin.
Huo Shen slowly stopped only after he had left Xu Yanchang's sight with the coffin in his arms.
He gently put the coffin down again and looked at the person with closed eyes in the coffin with his eyes lowered.
“Snap!”
Tears fell from those bloodshot eyes.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry!”
His voice is hoarse.
Huo Shen covered his face and burst into tears.
"sorry!"
He didn't forget!
He remembers it all the time!
Remember the things you have done!
If... he could have spoken up earlier...
He clearly killed the person who should be killed, Beichen was still young at that time, and all this had nothing to do with him, but he still took his anger out on him!
And after taking his anger out on others, he escaped helplessly!
After seeing Bai Yuan appear, he deceived himself again.
The image of Bei Chenyuan dying in his arms appeared in his mind again, and Huo Shen's sobbing was very suppressed.
He was too embarrassed to go back.
Because of his escape, Bei Chenyuan died.
Because of his inaction, his own disciples also perished!
But at the last moment, he was not by her side!
It was obviously so critical at that time, and they had obviously discovered that something was wrong with Shen Qingyi during that period of time!
But he didn't even have the courage to go back after she left!
He once thought that he was a fearless man, but in the end, he found that he was afraid of everything!
Tears fell on the ice coffin.
Unfortunately, the person in the coffin still had his eyes closed and did not hear Huo Shen's crying.
The dark red flowers of the other shore swayed in the wind, and the wind blew to the holy temple of Xihuang Palace.
Shen Qingyi sat by the window.
She had already read those techniques and had mastered most of what she needed to.
She is waiting.
She has no memory, so she is confused sometimes.
The competition held in Xihuang Palace seems to be her only goal now.
She read a lot of jade slips and books, and the number of jade slips and books in Xihuang Palace that she had not read was getting fewer and fewer.
Looking at Shen Qingyi who was a little bored, Zhang Lai couldn't help but feel envious.
Is this the difference between people?
Shen Qingyi could master most of those skills in one go.
But some soul cultivators, like him, need to think about it for a long time.
Ye Lan has recruited many forces and cultivators during this period, and they are all preparing for the competition.
Outside the hall, Ye Lan came again.
At this time every day, Ye Lan would always come to talk to Chen Qingyi about some of the new forces and cultivators they had recruited.
And hand over the resources allocated by Xihuang Palace and major forces to her.
At this moment, Shen Qingyi had a sense of déjà vu of the hope of Xihuang Palace.
"Recently, many more forces have come to surrender. I have selected some of the more sincere ones who are worth cultivating. Saint, please take a look at this list. These are the ones who were not selected. If there are any satisfactory ones, you can select them."
Ye Lan was very respectful to Shen Qingyi and acted like a subordinate.
When it comes to recruiting forces, she also respects her choice.
Shen Qingyi took the list, read it, and nodded.
"OK."
Ye Lan took it respectfully.
After getting along with Shen Qingyi, he felt that Shen Qingyi got along better with him than Song Yanqi.
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