Revival of the Gods

Although Xiao Hua did not carefully explore it, but the face of Huan Ji Xian’s sacred jade is full of rust spots of different sizes. This rust spot is covered with dead ash, like the scent of ink and water.

Around the coffin, there are some faint gold wires, and a few gold wires just pass through the charms of the fairy nectar, with some rust spots falling into the void. "Hey..." Xiao Hua released the Nether Force to look at the moment and sighed. "She doesn't have any vitality on her body, and there are signs of the three immortals on the fairy body. Your so-called crape myrtle is dead... !"

After that, Xiao Hua will let go of the shackles of imprisonment!

Chongyuan got the freedom, rushed to the front of the coffin, slammed on it, shouting heartbreakingly, "Huan Ji, Huan Ji, you are not saying that you have to wait for me? I... I am leaving you for the time being. Reincarnation, how do you... how come this way? You...what are you vows with me in the world?"

The tears of Chongyuan fall, and the strange thing is that the coffin that resists the flame can't resist the tears of Chongyuan. The tears fall directly on the face of Hwanji!

But, for a moment, this tears will dry up and be swallowed up by rust spots!

Looking at this scene, Xiao Hua also shook his head slightly. People have two sides, and immortals are also. Even if they become spiritual, they have different roles.

In Xiao Hua’s eyes, the Ghost King is a heinous spirit. He left the Stars and Devils in the wild, used to worship the souls of the wild and late autumn, and even the King of Ghosts devours many undead in the buds. Killing a lot of immortals, but in front of this immortal corpse, he is also a sentimental immortal and spiritual, even Xiao Hua can imagine, a dust fairy from the peak of the fire to this place, do not know how much suffering, experienced How many lives and deaths!

But he really went to the destination, facing the transformation of people and things!

Xiao Hua sighed, and his thoughts were a move. He noticed the movement of Zhao Ting, and the big sleeves were in the exhibition room. Zhao Ting also flew out!

"Ah??" Zhao Tingyi flew out, immediately exclaimed, lost his voice, "Old... Master, I... I seem to be home, how... How is it so familiar here?"

After that, Zhao Ting’s eyes fell to Huanji in the coffin, and once again called “She... She... I... How do I look at myself?”

Xiao Hua thought for a moment and asked, "Tinger, have you seen Huanji on the sea of ​​Zihuai Island?"

“Zi Huan Island? Haishang??” Zhao Ting looked at Xiao Hua and shook his head. “The disciple’s status is low and he is not qualified to contact Zi Huan Island. Naturally, he has never seen Huan Ji’s.”

"You...do you remember something?"

Chongyuan looked up and wiped away the tears in his eyes. He looked at Zhao Ting eagerly and asked, "That snow, that mountain, and..."

“Maybe?” Zhao Ting shook her head slightly and replied, “I feel familiar, I thought it was an hour of memory...”

After waiting for Zhao Ting to finish, Chong Yuan bowed his head and took a deep look at the fairy corpse in the coffin, whispering in a low voice.

The long-awaited song of the ages,

Long horse ghosts are blue.

The bliss of the bliss,

The reincarnation has changed a little.

"Boom..." Zhao Ting's great earthquake, there is pain in the eyebrows.

Chongyuan said, "Huan Ji, do you still remember? This is every time I evade reincarnation, when I turn into a ghost, I sing with you? You have Ziwei for death, you don't have to reincarnation, and I can't, my spirit. The body will dissipate every once in a while, and it will be re-made as a ghost. Do you know? Every time I re-condense the ghost, I am very afraid, lest I accidentally enter the reincarnation... I lose your memory. I am also afraid... I will be swallowed up by other ghosts if I am not careful, I will never see you again..."

"I don't know, I don't know..." Zhao Ting exclaimed, shaking her head.

Shaking his head, Zhao Ting's eyebrows symbolizes a faint radiance again, echoing the charm of the fairy corpse.

Xiao Hua reminded that "Chong Yuan, Cheng also replaced the dead, defeat also for the dead! Now Huan Ji has been reincarnation, for the dead to stop her soul to wake up, and with the extension of time, the replacement may be Huanhuan Ji’s memory is defeated, she can’t remember the past...”

"I know..." Chongyuan looked at the fairy body with deep affection, "I am not willing, her fairy body has existed for a long time under the protection of the dead. Once the death is revealed, she... ...will be turned into fly ash..."

Said, Chongyuan looked up at Zhao Ting, the eagerness in the eyes has been extinguished like a fire, said "there is a ghost in her soul, but ... she is not a Huanji after all..."

"You decide!" Xiao Hua replied, "Zhao Ting is my disciple. I have nothing to do with Huan Ji, and Huan Ji... To be honest, she united with Da Kun and also deceived the old man. Even the old man killed her. And no one will say anything!"

"As for Zhao Ting..." Xiao Hua looked at Zhao Ting, her eyes were a bit complicated, and she was more loving. She said, "She also faces choices. Her choices will have different lives. But any choice she chooses, the old man will support, and The old man is equally confident... help her complete the choice!"

Although Xiao Hua did not say what Zhao Ting's choice was, Chong Yuan could understand it. No matter what Zhao Ting did, one of them was to erase Hwan Ji and erase the imprint of the soul of Geng Ji.

Chongyuan does not know what strength Xiaohua has, but he can erase the imprint of death. His heart is once again like an ice cave. In addition to Huanji himself, I am afraid that only he has a specific understanding of the power of Ziwei. He does not believe that anyone in the world can erase the imprint of death, but since Xiao Hua dare to say, then... Xiao Hua must be possible!

"I know this choice is difficult..." Xiao Hua continued, "So I will give you a day and night to consider!"

After saying ~www.ltnovel.com~ Xiaohua turned to Zhao Tingdao, "Tinger, go out with me first?"

"No need to..." Waiting for Zhao Ting to answer, Chongyuan looked up and looked at the fairy in the distance of the coffin, and the axe, faintly said, "These things are not what I left when I left the Palace of Bliss last time. This... The axe should be the inheritance of my family, and the wish I had inadvertently told her before I left last time! Since she showed her thousands of gods and went out to find this thing and turned back, it is clear that she has put down her last obsession. I... I won’t return for a long time, she... I’m afraid it’s too tired, this world... there’s no old love, just... just like that...”

Speaking of this, Chongyuan suddenly looked at Xiao Hua to Zhao Ting and whispered, "However, can I tell you a story before I remove the Ziwei for the dead?"

"Of course..." Xiao Hua looked at Zhao Ting, Zhao Ting nodded slightly.

"...a long time ago..." Chongyuan raised his hand and held the hand of the celestial body. He looked at the rusty face of the fairy corpse and said with affection, "I have been unable to remember what time it is, I only I remember that the snow at that time was very pure, and the peak of Dongzun Mountain was very high. At that time, there was no Zhao family in Qiyunling. Only the ghost of the horse was in Leimen. I went to Leimen from a family that was almost annihilated. Ji..."

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