The fight between Yang Zhen and Han Yan'er lasted for a long time.
When the two men reluctantly stopped fighting, a temporary palace had been built where they were.
With Yang Zhen's current understanding of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he could build a palace in minutes as if it were a piece of cake.
After a long while, Yang Zhen looked at Han Yan'er with a peaceful smile on his face and asked, "So, who are you?"
Hearing this, Han Yan'er's whole body trembled violently, and the Moon Shadow Sword suddenly pointed at Yang Zhen, but stopped an inch away from Yang Zhen's neck.
The tip of the sword hummed and trembled constantly, just like Han Yan'er's expression at the moment.
Even though Han Yan'er was a calm person, she was still shocked at this moment. Her eyes wandered as she asked, "How...how did you find out?"
Yang Zhen shrugged and said, "You have to know that Han Yan'er is my woman. Even if I don't touch her, she is still my woman."
A strange look flashed across Han Yan'er's face, and she said, "I am Han Yan'er!"
Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Yes, you are Han Yan'er. Perhaps I can ask you in a different way."
At this point, Yang Zhen stretched and said, "Whose second life are you?"
Han Yan'er shuddered, put away her sword, stood by the window, and said, "I don't know either, it's just... a lot of memories suddenly popped up, I don't even know who I am now."
Yang Zhen was stunned. Is there anyone who can successfully reincarnate and even forget who he is? Thinking of this, Yang Zhen suddenly thought of the mean cat.
This bastard doesn't even know who he is. His memories are just fragmented, which are sometimes useful and sometimes totally useless.
Yang Zhen looked at Han Yan'er with a strange expression and asked, "Is it that Bing Feng?"
Speaking of Bingfeng, Han Yan'er nodded and said, "It was Bingfeng. After Bingfeng awakened, these memories burst out..."
Han Yan'er turned around, came to Yang Zhen, snuggled up to him, and asked, "Yang Zhen, if...if I suddenly became a different person, would you..."
Yang Zhen laughed loudly, holding Han Yan'er's hand and said, "What are you talking about? You are also a Three Flower Saint, but you still have an independent personality in the end. Whether you are Han Yan'er or Bing Feng, what difference does it make?"
Han Yan'er raised her head, looked at Yang Zhen, smiled, and asked, "You said...is this a mission for us?"
mission?
Yang Zhen thought for a moment and said, "In our village, there is a saying that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If you really have a mission, you can't take it on now. What memory did you...remember?"
Han Yan'er murmured to herself, repeating what Yang Zhen said, and looked at Yang Zhen and said, "There is a scene in my memory. Under the destruction of heaven and earth, I was standing alone in mid-air, facing the catastrophe of heaven and earth. There were countless cultivators below me. I could feel that if I couldn't hold on, they would die, many people, many...living beings!"
Yang Zhen was shocked and looked at Han Yan'er in surprise. After a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "Damn, it seems that your identity is not simple. Those creatures... are they from the Ten Thousand Races?"
Han Yan'er was stunned, a look of shock appeared in her eyes, she hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yes!"
All races!
The Ten Thousand Races have disappeared for tens of thousands of years. After the Holy War, some of the Ten Thousand Races have disappeared without a trace.
The Ou Clan, the Scale Clan, the Saint Clan, all of these have already appeared. Could it be that Han Yan'er was the leader of all the clans at that time? Oh my, this is quite amazing.
Now the descendants of the dragon clan have come out. Although we don’t know what they are called, we only know that they are dragon envoys among them. However, these should be a sign that all clans are about to be born.
Under Han Yan'er's complicated gaze, Yang Zhen laughed loudly, put his arm around Han Yan'er's shoulders and said, "No matter what your past life was like, you are now my woman, Yang Zhen. No one can hurt you, and nothing can hurt you, not even the heaven and earth!"
Han Yan'er stared at Yang Zhen blankly, nodded and said: "I... am your woman!"
Yang Zhen suddenly had a feeling that no matter when the heaven and earth were reincarnated, if the sky wanted to destroy all living things, then this sky seemed to have no need to exist.
Mala, fuck it.
In the world of cultivation, Yang Zhen wants to be the one who can change the will of heaven!
Boom! A buzzing sound erupted from Yang Zhen's body, and all the strength in his body became overwhelming.
Han Yan'er had already eaten, and watched Yang Zhen enter into enlightenment, then slowly left the palace.
Inside the Holy Palace of the Three Flowers Holy Land, Saint Jiulong and Mei Wuhua both showed solemn expressions on their faces. After looking at each other, Saint Jiulong said in a deep voice, "During this period, we often see sneaky people spying on the Holy Land. It's obvious that they have bad intentions."
Hua Youyue nodded and said, "Don't worry about him. The current restrictions of the Holy Land are not something that ordinary people can spy on. Among the monks who came to the Holy Land recently, are there any people with ill intentions?"
When the matter was mentioned, the Nine Dragon Saint laughed loudly and said, "Strangely enough, the two to three thousand people who came to the Holy Land recently helped us find quite a few spies."
"Um?"
Hua Youyue was stunned, looked at the Nine Dragon Saint, and asked: "Why is this?"
Jiulong Saint looked at Mei Wuhua, who laughed loudly and said respectfully: "Saint Lord, these two to three thousand people are very respectful to Saint Lord Yang. When they mention Saint Lord Yang, they can almost feel the power of faith on their bodies. As for the others... hehe, we can find out the whole story by just arresting them and asking them a few questions."
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
"Is there no one coming here because of its reputation?" Hua Youyue asked curiously.
Mei Wuhua nodded and said, "Yes, but not many. Most of them are people with bad intentions."
Hua Youyue pondered for a moment and said, "Now that the situation is serious, these people still need to trouble the two seniors. We must not let any traitor do anything wrong."
Jiulong Saint nodded and said, "Where did Yang Zhen go?"
Hua Youyue showed a strange look on her face. She looked towards the northwest and said, "He... is with Sister Yan'er."
Saint Jiulong and Mei Wuhua looked at each other and were about to speak when a muffled thud was suddenly heard outside the Holy Palace.
The two of them looked pale and rushed out in a hurry. Hua Youyue frowned and asked, "What happened?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiulong Shengzun and Mei Wuhua came back, holding a person covered in blood in their hands.
"Holy Lord, this person fell from mid-air, and my holy land's restrictions did not stop him at all."
No obstacles?
Hua Youyue was stunned for a moment, and then her expression changed.
If there is no obstruction, then the people can only be from two parties, either the Yaoguang Holy Land or the Su Emperor Palace!
"Who is coming?" Hua Youyue walked down and asked as she walked.
The man slowly woke up, looked around blankly, a look of ecstasy appeared on his face, and he knelt on the ground with a plop and said, "Saint Lord Hua, where is Saint Lord Yang? Please... please, save Su Di Palace!"
Hearing this, everyone in the Sheng Palace had a strange look on their faces.
Save the Su Emperor Palace? The foundation of the Su Emperor Palace is no less than that of the Three Flowers Holy Land. Although it was affected by the great catastrophe of heaven and earth, who can force the Su Emperor Palace to such a degree at this time?
After saying this, the monk covered in blood showed a look of horror in his eyes, screamed, and the whole body exploded with a bang.
"save……"
Before he could finish his words, his soul began to burn with a pale green flame and disappeared into the air.
(End of this chapter)