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Bi Yingying's hairpin flew in the air, and a crack crossed the body of the hairpin.Next to it is a torn robe that seems to have been corroded.

The three spirits that flew out of the ring galloped forward, circled around the extremely clear hairpin and extremely imperial robe.

"Don't you die?!"

The Ji Sha Sword poked the Ji Yu Robe fiercely with its scabbard, and its spiritual consciousness poked towards the opponent.

It got a little thought response.Although the spirit of the extremely royal robe is not completely extinct, it is not far from dissipating.

The condition of Jiqing Hairpin was better than that of Jiyupao, it only withstood one blow from the enemy, and the second blow was stopped by Jing Yingrong.

"I didn't expect the enemy to be so powerful... We should have notified the mirror as soon as possible," Jiqing Zan said weakly, "It's really careless..."

"The ones who can find here are Yi Yuzhi's generation. You intend to deal with it yourself because you don't want to disturb the mirror, but have you ever thought about the consequences if something happens?"

Jijie couldn't help but bring a bit of blame in his words, and he softened his tone after realizing that his tone was too harsh, and sighed: "You don't know how much the mirror reacted just now."

"Yeah, you scared me to death!"

Ji Yanzhu had lingering fears in his heart, "I've never seen such a big fire from a mirror, it's so scary!"

Speaking of this, the spirits all looked at the void ahead.

Jing Yingrong stood there quietly, without any emotion on her face, it seemed no different from her usual expression.

But looking around, there was no Chaos Storm.Tens of thousands of miles are empty, and even the power of chaos no longer exists.

Anger is extreme life and death, and intentional movement is powerful.

His dark eyes stared straight at the clouds and mist, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the eternal night-like darkness and ice.

"……It's you."

She opened the mouth and said, with little surprise in her tone, and a little stunned.

"So you're not dead."

"..."

The cloud and mist were motionless and silent.

No one could imagine what kind of mental shock the Beast God was going through.

When the woman in front of him just appeared, it vaguely saw another person.

The one who brought it to death.

The two similar faces crossed the sea of ​​time and overlapped in an instant, and the fear that was buried with that person's fall was revived at this moment, like a dead person climbing out of a grave and strangling its throat.

No, no, it's just that they look similar, but their expressions, demeanor, and temperament are all different.

It forcibly pulled back its sanity, but another shadow lingered.

The other person recognizes it, and that feeling of familiarity has nothing to do with appearance.I must have come into contact with this person, when and where?

Suddenly, the topic that had been discussed with Yin Shan jumped out of the water.

A lightning-like thought splits through the miasma, and the mind becomes clear for a moment.

"So that's how it is...so that's how it is! Hahahahahaha!"

It laughed, a high-pitched, almost maniacal laugh.

"No wonder, no wonder Li Chengkong broke with Taichu Guan, no wonder he felt guilty. He couldn't predict the result himself. He knew that it might be detrimental to the human race, but he wanted to create an inhuman person. Well, what a human race supreme!"

Then, the Beast God suppressed his laughter and asked Jing Yingrong, "Are you going to kill me?"

Jing Yingrong let out a "huh".

"Why? Li Chengkong is dead. Could it be that you want to inherit his will to protect the human race?"

"Do not."

She pronounced life and death in a calm voice.

"Because I'm angry."

Her hair danced without wind, and her pupils instantly turned silvery white.

Beast God moves faster.

From the moment the opponent appeared, it clearly sensed the gap in strength.Only by desperately grabbing the upper hand, will he have a chance of survival.

The cloud and mist dissipated in an instant, and some invisible thing rushed towards Jing Yingrong's face.

As if a gust of wind had blown by, the scenery here suddenly changed.

The grassy land under your feet is soft and soaked in fresh moisture.The trees on the right are verdant and the branches are clustered with flowers.On the left is a brook ding-dong, dancing and sparkling in the sunlight.The mountains in the distance are like a piece of light-colored ink, with their outlines looming.

The breeze is gentle, bringing the fragrance of flowers and the singing of birds.

Although the scenery here is beautiful, it is also ordinary. I don’t know how many times I have seen it in my long life. Countless specious fragments are scattered in the sea of ​​memory, and it is too difficult to find the exact one.

Jing Yingrong stood under a tree with white flowers in full bloom.The petals whirled and fell in her hair.

She looked at a figure dozens of steps away, and was a little dazed.

The man stood by the stream with his back to her, with his head slightly lowered, as if he was looking at the fish swimming in the water with great interest.

Xu Shi noticed her gaze, and the other party turned around, revealing a face that was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

That was the Taoist Kong Ji in his prime, with youthful features and black hair, just like in memory.

He looked at Jing Yingrong, raised the corners of his lips as he remembered, and smiled in his eyes, calling out:
"Yingrong."

Jing Yingrong stared at him with an unfathomable expression.

He takes a step towards her.

A speck of light flew out from between her eyebrows, turning into a precious mirror overflowing with brilliance.

She turned her gaze, frowned slightly, and watched her body slowly fly towards him uncontrollably.

Daoist Kongji continued to walk towards her, or her body, step by step.

As he walked, something changed in him.

The level of cultivation has dropped layer by layer, and the appearance of clothing has changed one after another, becoming simpler and more plain.

Sentimental thoughts climbed up his brows and eyes, and the free will turned into the spirit of showing his edge.

In mid-air, the glow of the precious mirror gradually dimmed, and the complicated inscriptions on the back disappeared one by one, the lines became more and more simple, and the grade dropped rapidly.

Everything seems to turn back in time, and on the road paved by memory, the wheel of history turns in the opposite direction.

Tiny fragments fell down, Jing Yingrong raised her palm and saw her crumpled and incomplete fingers.

Her flawless white face became like a broken mask, torn apart and crumbling to pieces.

The existing facts are erased, and this body will return to the time it never existed.

There are only a few steps left between the precious mirror and Taoist Kongji.The precious mirror fell to the spiritual weapon, and Daoist Kongji also turned into a teenager.

His stature began to become shorter, and his youthfulness turned into immaturity.Wearing a token on his waist, engraved with the words "Danhuazong".

Jing Yingrong watched silently, unmoved even though her body was about to fall apart.

The two finally meet.The precious mirror floated in front of the ten-year-old child, dissipating the last trace of aura, turning into an ordinary and worn-out bronze mirror, and falling into the small palm.

The scene changed again.

It was a small dark room.On the narrow bed, bedding was piled on one end and clothes were piled on the other, a few pairs of shoes were randomly placed in the corner, half a door was missing from the small cabinet, and it was full of sundries of unknown use.

The child was sitting at the table with his eyes closed tightly, his hands raised and lowered into an embracing position, with the bronze mirror hanging in the middle.

Spiritual power and consciousness permeated into the bronze mirror, transforming it bit by bit.

There are no furnaces, no flames, and no spirit materials.It was just an attempt out of curiosity, a hopeless refinement.

The boy did not expect that after a while, this old bronze mirror, which was originally an ordinary object, would become a low-grade ordinary object and become his talisman.

——This is his memory, later known to her.

Now, the wheel of history is rolling here.

His hand trembled suddenly, and his spiritual power was slightly disturbed.

This is something that never happened.