"Ye Chen, if there is a next life, will you marry me?"

An ancient love word, with the tenderness of a woman, rang in his ears, and bloody memories were moved out.

In the army of demons, she died on Ji Ningshuang's back, calling his name and showing a tender smile to him.

In the hazy, he seemed to be able to see a playful little girl, who flashed her eyes at him, laughed at him, and smiled innocently and carefreely.

He had thought about too many scenes of reunion with Xi Yan, but he didn't expect that it would be like this.

"Xiyan." Ye Chen opened his mouth, but choked up, with only two words, he could not finish the vicissitudes of time.

But Xiyan couldn't hear her words, and she stood quietly at the foot of the mountain, staring at his tombstone.

For some reason, when she came here and looked at the words on the monument, she suddenly felt very painful and wanted to cry inexplicably.

"Has the ancient holy body been pressed down at this mountain? When I first came to Xuanhuang, I heard the most, that was him." A faint smile sounded, and it was from a purple-haired young man beside Xiyan, with strong bloodlines and strange phenomena.

Xiyan didn't say anything, and was still watching Ye Chen's tombstone being in a daze. The words Ye Chen on the monument looked dazzling.

She was reincarnated, which was very different from her in her previous life. She was eccentric in her previous life, but she was as cold as ice in this life.

"What a pity, I failed to play a few moves with the Holy Body." The purple-haired young man was still saying, his mouth slightly raised and his eyes were full of beatings. "If he is here, I will suppress it with one palm."

"Can you open the blood limit?" Xiyan whispered.

"I."

"Can you lead the four emperors' heavenly tribulation?"

"I."

"Can you escape the wanted traffic of all races?"

"I."

"Do you dare to disobey the Great Ri Tathagata?"

"I."

The reincarnation of the sky is simple, every word is dull, but the purple-haired young man next to him was speechless for a moment.

The deeds she mentioned are all legends of the Holy Body, and each one is a myth, and no one can break them to this day.

The purple-haired young man's face was flushed and his face looked extremely ugly.

Who would have thought that for the sake of a holy body, she would have been so squeezing him. If it weren't for his mentality, she would have been bleeding long ago.

When the two were talking, Ye Chen at the bottom of the mountain was already vomiting blood.

He wanted to sacrifice the light of memory and unleash the ban on his previous life for Xi Yan, but because of the seal, he could not sacrifice it.

Not only that, his cultivation has fallen, and his spiritual consciousness is gone, and his words cannot be heard outside.

His turbid eyes were covered with bloodshots.

If you finally meet, if you miss it, it will probably be a separation of heaven and man forever, which will be a sad regret.

But Buddha's seal is too strong, and he is sealed tightly.

When there was nothing he could do, he suddenly had a light of inspiration.

Immediately, he reached into his arms and took out a jade slip from inside. It was sealed with the memory fairy light. Just crush the jade slip and you can also sacrifice the fairy light.

What made him powerless was that now he was unable to break even the jade slip and could not exert force.

Helplessly, he held the jade slip in both hands and held it in front of his mouth.

He was biting with his mouth, as if a dog was gnawing on a bone.

My mouth was covered in blood, and my teeth were shattered.

After all, God will pay off the hard work, and the jade slip will be broken.

A ray of fairy light flew out and passed through the Wujing Mountain.
Chapter completed!