Xu Xian held Hou Yi's divine bow in his hand and let out a burst of hearty laughter. The sound was like a bell that shook the world.

He glanced around, as if trying to find a suitable target. Everyone he looked at felt a deep chill, as if they were prey being targeted by a powerful predator, unable to move.

Finally, he casually placed a long golden arrow on the bowstring, bent the bow and pointed far to the east. The bowstring trembled, and a ray of golden light disappeared into the sky.

She stared blankly at his figure bending the bow and shooting arrows, and couldn't help but said: "Yi"

Xu Xian didn't even look at the women who called him Xu Xian. He quickly came to Luo Shen and held her in his arms: "It's Mi'er."

Luo Ying gritted his teeth and said: "Let go". He raised his sleeves and released a yellow water ribbon, twisting it towards Xu Xian. This was his strongest spell besides Hou Yi's Divine Bow. It was called "Nine Bends of the Yellow River".

"No matter how good you are, once you get involved, you will be strangled to pieces."

Xu Xian raised his hand to grab Luo Ying, and at the same time, the Nine Curves of the Yellow River wrapped around his arm.

Shen Shen said: "No"

Luo Ying secretly urged the Nine Bends of the Yellow River to move faster, wrapping it around Xu Xian's arm and tightening it tightly.

Xu Xian's heart moved, and he broke the Yellow River into countless pieces. His big hand passed over Luo Ying's head, and he lifted it up by Luo Ying's collar: "Who is this little thing? Hey, it turns out to be a cherry blossom fairy."

Luo Ying's face turned blue and he was speechless. At that moment, he deeply realized what it means to pass by death. If Luo Ying hadn't screamed like that, he would have ended up with his body and head missing.

The other party didn't show even a hint of murderous intent, he was just eating and drinking casually. It was this casualness that made him feel more and more terrifying.

Luo Ying stared at Xu Xian. This feeling was definitely not that of Xu Xian. In fact, when Luo Shen called out the name, he vaguely understood that this person was the person his mother had been waiting for for thousands of years.

The Shui tribe commanded by He Bo were all stunned and speechless. He Bo, whom they regarded as a god, was caught in the hands of this man like a child.

Xu Xian's eyes never left her eyes: "Ying'er, don't be rude."

Xiaoqing shouted loudly: "Xu Xian, what are you doing, Xu Xian?"

Xu Xian turned around and glanced at them. The strange look in his eyes made them feel cold. Finally, his eyes fell on Jiutian Xuannv, and then he smiled. He was about to say hello, but saw the sinking look in his arms.

Looking at him with great vigilance.

Xu Xian smiled meaninglessly, holding Luo Shen in one hand and Luo Ying in the other, and disappeared without a trace.

Ao Li and Xiao Qing wanted to catch up and ask what happened, but Hu Xinyue blocked them: "Don't you understand? That's not Xu Xian anymore."

"No...Xu Xian..." Xiaoqing was stunned.

Ao Li said: "What nonsense are you talking about? That's obviously...Xu Xian"

Jiutian Xuannv looked up at the sky and murmured: "Is it Hou Yi who wins in the end?". Her hand touched the small bottle of rippling water from the Forgotten River: "It's time."

In the land of Japan, the Nine Infants broke through the barrier of the Qingqiu Kingdom, and the nine heads said happily together: "Finally came out."

A snake head breathing fire said: "With so much strength restored, it should be enough to kill Hou Yi, no, Xu Xian."

The cunning snakehead spitting poisonous mist said: "Calling down the war was just a temporary measure. He must not have imagined that our strength would recover so quickly. Now is the best time to kill him."

"Get Bai Suzhen over here"

“Let’s have a good time on this land first”

The nine snakeheads of Jiuying were all talking.

The snakehead in the middle said: "Then we'll decide." Looking around, only the one who could petrify the enemy closed his eyes and said nothing, "Okay, eight to one, let's go now..."

There was a flash of golden light, and a long golden arrow was nailed to the head of the central snake head, sinking deeply into it, leaving only the arrow feathers outside...

The snakehead in the center suddenly fell down and lost consciousness.

"Brother, what's wrong with you, brother"

The flaming snakehead was shocked: "No, it's Hou Yi"

The poisonous mist snakehead said: "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly." The other snakeheads looked left and right vigilantly, and the huge snake body slowly retreated.

The petrified snakehead opened his eyes a little, glanced at the other snakeheads, shook his head and closed his eyes again.

As a result, Jiuying returned to the country of Qingqiu, and peace was restored in Japan.

On the top of Mount Tai, Bixia Yuanjun looked at the dark sky, but his mind could not remain calm: Where is he now?

In the endless darkness, Xu Xian suddenly opened his eyes, listened to the roaring waves around him, and remembered that he was no longer deep underground, but in Luoshui Water Mansion, with the memories of three lives and three lives in his endless vast heart.

It spreads, but never sets off a wave again.

He lay in the darkness, thinking quietly, thinking of running through the endless wilderness, hunting monsters with his bow, eating their meat, taking their bones as trophies, and accepting the cheers of people from various tribes.

, occasionally having fun with beautiful women.

I thought I was that kind of tragic hero

He remembered again that he was sitting on the throne, majestically and coldly interrogating the wronged souls and ghosts, day after day without end.

It’s so hard to be an emperor

He tried to remember why he handed over the underworld to Buddhism and how he reincarnated into this world, but in that part of his memory, there was a small blank.

But the memories still flowed like water. Pan Yu, Xiaoqian, Yun Yan, Qingluan, and Bai Suzhen appeared in front of him one by one, smiling so vividly that they disappeared into the endless darkness under Mount Everest.

The memories of Dongyue and Hou Yi are like two stone mills, constantly turning and crushing the small pebble named Xu Xian.

Just when he was about to lose his support, familiar voices called softly in his ears.

"Xu Xian...Xu Xian..."

In this constant calling, the small stone gradually peeled off the outer stone shell, revealing the bright color inside, like a diamond.

The stone mill rotated more rapidly, but it could no longer shake the strongest stone in the world. Instead, numerous cracks appeared until it finally shattered.

Xu Xian looked at the two illusory figures as tall as mountains and said loudly: "I will complete your obsession, so please help me complete mine."

The two figures smiled and nodded, and the vast voice kept echoing in their souls: "This is your life" and then flew into his body.

The power of merit is no longer needed, and there is no longer any barrier between the memories of the three lives. All experience and understanding, all wisdom and strength are integrated into one to complete the impossible obsession.

But why did he hear that sound at that time? Even with his three lifetime memories, he couldn't figure it out for the moment.

Even Bai Suzhen's thousands of knots could not be conveyed to his heart in that situation.

Maybe it's just an illusion

Xu Xian thought so, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up quietly.

"Don't leave." A warm and delicate body fell into his arms, and her plump and erect breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

Xu Xian gently stroked her smooth back, thinking of the entanglement with her last night and the beautiful encounter thousands of years ago, and his heart was also full of tenderness.

Luo Shen said in a daze, "I've waited long enough."

Xu Xian whispered: "No need to wait any longer, I'm back. Go to sleep." His voice seemed to contain mysterious power, and he fell into a slow sleep.

Xu Xian covered her with a brocade quilt, covering her graceful figure, and walked out of the palace alone. Within a few steps, he saw Luo Ying leaning on the pillar, staring at him, her spiritual power released, eager to try, as if

It seems like I want to take action again...

Xu Xian smiled and said: "My good son, you are no match for me now. If I have to take action, I don't mind teaching you filial piety." He couldn't help but think of yesterday, when Luo Ying called him "Father" with a twisted expression.

The way it was at that time.

Luo Ying frowned and said, "Have you changed back again?"

Xu Xian spread his hands and said: "I am who I am."

Luo Ying sighed heavily and said with a complicated expression: "Even if I lie to her, don't make her sad again."

Xu Xian said firmly: "Wait until I come back." After saying that, he walked out of the palace. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "Wait a minute, you are a flower essence. Do flower essences have boys? Maybe they should be good daughters.

Right." Before Luo Ying could get angry, Xu Xian laughed and disappeared.

A thick layer of dark clouds accumulated, and the patter of spring rain fell from the sky, turning Hangzhou's West Lake into a hazy mist. It seemed that even the chilling murderous aura could be diluted.

But this is just an illusion. The Civil War is about to break out. It is a good time to visit the scenic spots of West Lake. However, the shore of the West Lake is deserted. Even if there are a few people, they are in a hurry and have no intention of paying attention to the beautiful scenery of the West Lake.

A large group of Red Turban soldiers passed by the lake in a hurry. A soldier at the end of the group looked absently at the lake, but was surprised in his heart.

A scholar in white clothes was holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing under a weeping willow by the West Lake, looking silently into the distance, looking at the broken bridge covered in rain and fog, and at the Leifeng Pagoda reflected in the lake, which seemed to have stood there for thousands of years.

The soldier came to his senses and shouted: "Who is it?"

The soldiers turned their heads one after another, but the lakeside was empty, and they all questioned the soldier.

The soldier scratched his head: "I clearly saw..."

"Stop talking, hurry up and don't delay the leader's important event. This time we will destroy the Red Sleeve Academy."

Yin Hongxiu was lying on the window rail, looking at the dark mountains in the distance, her beautiful face showing a bit of laziness and sleepiness.

Listening to the spring rain in the small building all night is not as beautiful and moving as it sounds.

There was a noise of people outside the courtyard wall. She frowned and withdrew her gaze. She glanced at the figure of the red-turbaned soldier flashing beside the green willow tree, and then landed on the peach blossoms in the courtyard. After a night of wind and rain, many pieces were scattered on the ground.

Few petals.

Surrounded by thousands of elite red scarf troops, a large sedan that looked like a small palace, carried by nearly a hundred people, appeared in front of the Red Sleeve Academy. A tall man in a red robe walked down the steps of the sedan,

Looking at the Red Sleeve Academy, he laughed wildly, and a violent force surged out of him, absorbing countless demons. He raised his hand and slammed on the door of the Red Sleeve Academy.

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Chapter completed!