It has been three years since Ye Ling disappeared.

Her senior brother Qingguang was also pressed into the deep pit unearthed from the coffin with her.

But when the Qianshan Zhenren came, there was only the unconscious Qingguang and coffin in the deep pit, but Ye Ling disappeared. Except for the Lovesick Sword left on the ground, there was no trace left behind.

And the coffin seemed to have lost its power, becoming the first coffin to have been easily opened.

The coffin was empty, leaving nothing behind.

But Shin-Shan Zhenren still keenly smelled a strange aura, as if something had escaped from the coffin.

After Qingguang woke up, he asked Ye Ling about where he was going, and his memory remained at the moment when he was taken into the pit.

Qianshan Zhenren thought of many ways, but he couldn't remember Qingguang's incident at that time.

Ye Ling's disappearance was not hidden, and the unearth of the coffin was a major event. This major event was spread to various parts of the five continents through the media. Even ordinary people knew about the unearthed coffin and the direct disciple of Qianshan Zhenren who had been lost.

For many people, this matter is just a topic of conversation after dinner. Even those who like Ye Ling have been wiped out by the disappointment day after day.

Apart from Ye Ling's relatives and friends, there seems to be few people who remember her.

In three years, for the entire world, many ruins have reappeared on earth, and countless geniuses have illuminated this chaotic world like stars.

The geniuses of the human race, demon race, demon race, soul race, and four races became the protagonists of this era.

Among them, there are many people Ye Ling knows, and more people she has never heard of.

A year after her disappearance, a list of talents in the world emerged.

The one hundred names on the Tianjiao List are the sun that is about to rise in the world. Countless people shouted crazy for them, hoping that one of them would bring different changes to the times.

The mat rose very early this day. Since he entered the Qingyun period from Fuyao's seventh turn, he spent more time on the further study of the new league.

The new alliance is now incomparable to three years ago, and the success of many research projects has weaved a glorious crown for this freshman organization.

One of the most eye-catching projects is the new cultivation system led by Old Man You and developed by several other monks.

Although this system is not perfect, the possibility and methods of acupuncture points to accommodate spiritual power have opened a new door for monks in the entire universe.

In addition to Old Man You, Wang Chenyuan's control of spiritual consciousness has almost become the first human cultivator.

He even just needs to stand still to make a monk in the Xiaoyao Realm retreat step by step.

No one knows how he did it.

Wang Chenyuan never mentioned the reason for this. Because of Ye Ling's disappearance, he became even more silent. He used to go to the New League to teach, but now he spends all his time practicing and looking for Ye Ling.

Xi Zimo and Wang Chenyuan met, and Wang Chenyuan said: "Today is Ling'er's 24th birthday, thanks to you still remember."

Xi Zimo said: "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, the younger sister is already twenty-four years old."

Wang Chenyuan silently stroked the sword of lovesickness placed on the table.

An He also arrived at this room at this moment. This is the room where Ye Ling lived before leaving. He looked at the Xiangsi Jian on the table and said, "This sword seems to have changed a little during this period."

A strange light flashed in Wang Chenyuan's eyes: "Well, I guess Ling'er is coming back soon."

This is a strange sense in the dark, and Wang Chenyuan is not willing to ignore it, not to mention that the passion of Xiangsi Jianyue under his command seems to be a sign.

Xi Zimo said: "In the past three years, the master has checked many classics and finally figured out the material of this sword. It should be a metal called Star Gold in the Jiuxiao. It is said that it is composed of the power of stars. It must be obtained for thousands of years. It is generally used to cast immortal tools."

"This kind of metal will form a wonderful sense between the master, so I think the younger sister should be fine. The more fierce the aura of the Acacia Sword, the younger sister may be working hard to come back."

Wang Chenyuan sighed lightly: "With the power of the entire new alliance, Ling'er has not been found, and I don't know where she went."

Ye Ling, who was being talked about by everyone, was walking in the air. In front of her, there was a golden-red flame. The scorching air escaping from it carried a wave of heat, and it rushed towards Ye Ling one after another.

She has been in this place for more than two years.

And she is getting closer and closer to the flame of life.

Yuanzhou, who was standing not far away, looked at Ye Ling with relief. She had taken countless steps towards the flame of life. If she calculated carefully, it might be more than 7,000 meters.

Although the flame of life still has no resonance, Yuanzhou has no doubt that Ye Ling can do what many tribe members once could not do.

But before that, he had to solve some problems.

After taking a last look at Ye Ling, Yuanzhou stepped away.

Ye Ling did not pay attention to his departure, and all her attention was on the step she was about to take.

This is a very mysterious feeling.

It's like moving towards the sun. Although the light emitted by the sun will burn you, you still can't bear to retreat.

The natal fire in Ye Ling's body has condensed a lot more than two years ago, and he can even raise his head slightly against the scorching flame of life.

It is precisely through this power that Ye Ling can reach today.

She had a premonition that she would soon get the response of the flame of life.

Outside the White Bone Giant Sect, a man was waiting there with his hands on his back. There was a black dot on his eyebrows, as if the deepest night was condensed in that point. It was precisely because of the darkness between his eyebrows that people even mistakenly thought that he was the night.

Yuanzhou stood inside the door and looked at the man from afar.

"You finally want to give up." The man in black looked pale, but his lips were as bright as blood. He looked very beautiful, but it made people feel chilled.

Yuanzhou frowned, as if he had seen someone who was extremely disgusting, and he said coldly: "What are you doing?"

The man said: "Today is her death."

A chill flashed in Yuanzhou's eyes: "I know."

The man said, "I'm here to get her relics."

Yuanzhou sneered: "Mo Yu, don't you remember what you did, right? You dare to ask for her relics."

The man called Mo Yu said, "She is my woman."

Yuanzhou's eyes were almost bleeding: "Since you know she is your woman, why did you treat her so much?!"

Mo Yu was silent for a moment and said, "This is my business with her. This time I came to take away her things that Japan planned to give to me."

Yuanzhou laughed furiously: "What a hypocritical look. Let me go as far as I can, don't dirty my place!"

Mo Yu said: "I don't want to fight you."

Yuanzhou sneered: "Do you think you can break in?! Yes, I really can't hurt you, but you can't hurt me either. I have said a long time ago that no matter what she left behind, it's her thing and has nothing to do with you!"

But Mo Yu mentioned Ye Ling: "I know, you have found another tribe member."

Yuanzhou smiled colder and fiercely: "You want to use her to threaten me?! It's true that he is worthy of being the emperor of the demon clan! It's true that he is worthy of being the hero of Jiuxiao!"

Mo Yu said, "Since you know my nature, give me her things. I used to see her, and I have never touched the gods. Except for the woman you found, I know the traces of the other people. I only want what she gave me and am not willing to fight with you."

Yuanzhou sarcastically said, "It's been more than two hundred years since the incident. You used to want her things, so why did you pretend to be a love saint now?"

Mo Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "I misunderstood her in the past."

Yuanzhou interrupted him: "I have no interest in the love between you two. I only know that you killed her. I only know that you have this because of her. It feels good to step into the tomb of God? Your current status and cultivation are all obtained by stepping on her corpse. Can you sleep in the past two hundred years? Wouldn't you feel guilty?!"

Yuanzhou took a deep breath: "I won't give you her things. You can use whatever means you want. Don't threaten me. I don't care about your threat at all. If you think of her, you can attack the tribesmen. You are the Great Emperor and one of the nine-wheeled days. Who can stop you?"

Before Mo Yu could answer, Yuanzhou turned around and left.

Mo Yu was silent for a while and looked up again at the giant white bones standing in the depths of the starry sky.

"What the hell do you want to give me?" he murmured.

Even after more than two hundred years, the woman's facial features, expressions, movements, and tone seemed to be still in front of her.

Mo Yu closed his eyes, not daring to think about it anymore, nor did he want to think about it anymore.

The anger in Yuanzhou's heart quickly dissipated after he noticed Ye Ling's abnormal movement. This was also the reason why he did not fight Mo Yu but left in a hurry.

Below the flame of life, the golden-red flames were like a waterfall rolling down, pouring on Ye Ling's body.

She stood in the air, her whole body covered with light.

The rapid heartbeat spread rapidly with her as the center.

Plop, plop, even Yuanzhou could hear the heartbeat that made people tremble.

He raised his head and felt that the flame of life in the sky seemed to have changed a little, as if he had woken up from his deep sleep.

A vast aura swept out.

As if a pair of eyes slowly opened, it stood tall on the clouds, looking down at the mediocre people under the clouds without any emotion.

Yuanzhou was swept by this illusory gaze and couldn't help but take a few steps back. If he hadn't been firm in his mind, he might have dared not continue to look up.

At the same time, Mo Yu, who was about to leave, stopped.

His eyes couldn't help but look inside the Bone Gate.

"This breath." His body trembled, "It's the flame of life!"

In the Jiuxiao, the masters of the palm path who had entered the third step all noticed the changes from outside the Jiuxiao.

"This is really rare." A man murmured.

The man was wearing linen clothes, with a slightly white and a slightly messy head, and an expression that was incomprehensible on his face, which was covered with gullies.

And opposite the old man, there was still a person standing - Qin Siyu.
To be continued...