Hidden on the small hill.

Ye Wuque's figure appeared like a ghost.

At this moment, Zhang Qinghe seemed to have passed away drunkenly. He was lying on his back beside the lonely grave. The empty wine jar was still shaking gently, and a trace of residual wine in it slowly seeped into the ground.

Although Zhang Qinghe seemed to have passed away drunkenly, Ye Wuque could still feel the sadness overflowing from him. Even if he was drunk, he could not suppress it.

Ye Wuque recalled that when he first met Zhang Qinghe in the disciple cave, the other party came over drunkenly. Now it seems that everything happened for a reason.

Perhaps, only by living a life of drunkenness and dreaming, only by getting drunk, can one temporarily forget the pain and sadness in his heart and continue to live.

Ye Wuque walked gently to the lonely grave.

This lonely grave is very small, almost a small mound of earth. If it were not for an unnamed monument, it would not even be seen as a grave.

The power of the soul swept down, and a glimmer flashed in Ye Wuque's eyes.

He was sure that nothing was buried under this lonely grave. It was empty and not even a cenotaph.

"You dare not bury even the body and clothes. Is it just a simple thought..."

Ye Wuque felt a sense of fear from Zhang Qinghe.

He turned his eyes and looked at Zhang Qinghe who was drunk to death on the ground. He slowly leaned down and stretched out a hand.

Being drunk, it was convenient for Ye Wuque to investigate.

He believed that Zhang Qinghe's memory might give him some unexpected gains.

However!

Just when there was only one inch left from Zhang Qinghe's forehead, Ye Wuque's right hand suddenly stopped!

Ye Wuque's bright eyes narrowed slightly!

Because Zhang Qinghe, who was supposed to be drunk to death, opened his eyes when he was lying on the ground! !

He was looking at him coldly!

The two people's eyes met, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze!

"Master Ye..."

"What are you going to do?"

A hoarse and cold voice came from Zhang Qinghe's mouth. Where was he drunk?

As Zhang Qinghe spoke, Ye Wuque's eyes moved slightly, as if he had discovered some truth. He slowly retracted his right hand, stared at Zhang Qinghe and said lightly: "Amazing."

"Really amazing."

"Who would have thought that Xuanmai Deacon Zhang Qinghe, this drunkard who is famous in the entire Ancient Alliance and can only live a life of drunkenness and dreams, has already been a genuine... Legend of the True God Dharma Realm." As

soon as these words came out, Zhang Qinghe's cold eyes on the ground suddenly reflected a terrifying light!

That's right!

Zhang Qinghe has already been a legend!

Legend of the True God Dharma Realm.

This is the truth that Ye Wuque noticed from Zhang Qinghe's aura just now.

Puff!

At this moment, Zhang Qinghe's collar suddenly exploded, and a pendant suddenly appeared. It cracked in an instant, turned into powder and dissipated into nothingness.

Seeing this cracked pendant, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.

This is a pendant of divine soul warning. It is because of the existence of this pendant that the divine soul power that he had just overflowed to check Zhang Qinghe's memory was detected, and Zhang Qinghe was awakened in time.

Otherwise, even if Zhang Qinghe was a legend of the true god Dharma Realm, he would not be able to detect Ye Wuque's divine soul power at all.

At this moment, Zhang Qinghe, who originally had cold eyes and was extremely attractive, was suddenly stunned when he saw the pendant cracked and turned into powder.

Then he sat up suddenly, stretched out a pair of trembling hands, and suddenly hugged the pendant powder that had dissipated. The whole person exuded a deep sadness and despair again!

A big man couldn't stop crying at this moment, as if this pendant was more important and precious to Zhang Qinghe than his life.

Zhang Qinghe lowered his head, holding the remaining part of the pendant, his whole body was trembling, and his throat seemed to have a low roar like a beast!

He was sad!

He was desperate!

He was even more madly suppressing!

A legend in the realm of true god, but in such a suppressed state, he dared not even roar in anger?

Ye Wuque watched all this quietly.

"Master Ye...please go..."

"You have never been here tonight, and we have never... met..."

After a few breaths, Zhang Qinghe's suppressed low voice slowly sounded, and he still looked down without looking up.

Ye Wuque had stood up at this moment, and when he heard Zhang Qinghe's words, a deep meaning flashed in his bright eyes.

Ye Wuque did not leave, just looked down at Zhang Qinghe, slowly opened his mouth, and uttered three words.

"Zhang Yaxin."

Zhang Qinghe, who was holding his arms and bowing his head, trembled all over when he heard this name, and then he looked up directly, and a look of disbelief surged on his sloppy face full of tears, and his eyes looking at Ye Wuque became bloody red, as if he had turned into a beast!

"How... do you know this name?"

Zhang Qinghe's voice became extremely sharp at this moment. Although it was not loud, the dangerous meaning contained in it was enough to scare any creature below the legendary realm!

It seemed that this legendary of the True God Dharma Realm had already stared at Ye Wuque and was ready to burst out a fatal blow at any time! !

"She is your daughter, right?"

Ye Wuque spoke again with a calm expression.

Hearing this, Zhang Qinghe's body trembled again, and endless tears flowed out of his eyes that were originally extremely attractive, and he seemed to be about to collapse.

"Who are you?"

But Zhang Qinghe was a legendary realm after all. He forced himself to suppress the pain in his heart, stood up from the ground, and stared at Ye Wuque.

"The quasi-spiritual son of the Ancient Alliance of the Gods, Ye Wuque."

Ye Wuque answered slowly.

Zhang Qinghe was stunned.

Then he tried to calm himself down, staring at Ye Wuque and said hoarsely: "How do you know her name? No one in the Ancient Alliance should know her name now! Although you are already a quasi-spiritual master, how long have you been in the Ancient Alliance? It is even more impossible to know!"

Zhang Qinghe's words made Ye Wuque keenly feel a clue.

"Are you saying... the traces of Zhang Yaxin's existence have been deliberately diluted or even deliberately erased by some power in the Ancient Alliance?"

Zhang Qinghe's pupils suddenly contracted violently! !

But before Zhang Qinghe could speak, Ye Wuque's voice continued to sound: "But... wherever you go, there will be traces left."

"The traces of Zhang Yaxin's existence have not been completely erased."

"Otherwise, how did I know her name?"

Whoosh! !

Zhang Qinghe took a step forward at this moment, rushed in front of Ye Wuque, and grabbed one of Ye Wuque's hands tightly with both hands, his voice trembling!

"You, you have seen... Yaxin??"