The improved female villains regained their memories.

Qingtian stood there, stunned, slowly shaking his head as the boy uttered those words. How could he abandon him? How could he not want him? How could he not want to go back to the past?

Over the years, Qingtian, who was crowned queen among the snakes, looked at the sky and used white clouds to outline the boy's appearance, his gentleness, his trust, and his rare but unique love.

"The blue sky."

The voice drew closer again. The stunned girl looked up and saw the boy reach out his hand once more.

His face was so clear, so identical to the one in my memory, his gentle appearance like melting snow in early spring, cold yet tender.

His gentleness—

puff.

"Go away, move aside."

An angry voice.

Blood dripped down, and the boy looked down at his chest, which had been pierced by emerald green energy, before staring blankly at the blue sky.

His response was met with boundless rage from the heavens.

"Only he can touch."

boom!

The lurking immortals nearby were too late to rescue him. In a fit of rage, Qing Tian used his demonic and spiritual energy to dismember the man before him. The emerald green energy, like a swarm of snakes, densely covered the man's body, causing him to scream in agony.

With his disguise broken, the man revealed his true face. As expected, he was not Song Qihao. Qing Tian was even more furious, and the man turned into blood amidst screams.

"on!"

"Quick, grab her!"

"Set up the formation, don't let her escape."

Voices came from nearby, and the aura of immortals erupted. Qing Tian looked up and saw the radiance caused by the immortal killing moves.

"Qingtian, do you remember the function of these flags? You must remember that each flag has different instructions, and you must follow the commands of the flags."

"Qingtian, you're mistaken. That color doesn't mean that!"

"Blue Sky, remember the colors of the flags I hold: Red, attack; blue, defend; green, flee; yellow, return to standby; black, act freely."

The emerald green energy, mixed with spiritual and demonic energy, undoubtedly broke through the killing moves of the various immortals. Several unprepared earth immortals were turned into dust before they could react.

Powder rained down, and Qing Tian looked up, her cold eyes filled with murderous intent. She opened her mouth and said, word by word, "No flag."

Song Ki-ho did not wave the flag. Back then, he waved the black flag to allow the Blue Sky to move freely, but now, he did not wave the yellow flag.

Therefore, Song Qihao still did not come to find her.

"What kind of move is that!?"

"Everyone be careful! That green gas can dissolve spiritual energy; defensive attacks will be ineffective!"

"Indeed, he is an unparalleled demon. Fellow Daoists, let's stop holding back and fight for the world and for the Heavenly Dao."

The immortals shouted and unleashed their magical artifacts. Qing Tian, ​​not wanting to fight any longer, turned and ran deep into the demon mountain.

boom!

The raging flames burned in the Demon Mountain Forest, and the center of the Demon Mountain was ablaze with fire, turning the horizon red.

Someone has intruded into the center of the spiritual spring. Qingtian panicked and revealed her true form as a giant azure python. Facing the countless immortals, she let out an angry roar.

At this moment, spiritual energy soared into the sky, shaking the heavens.

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Many, many years ago, in order to protect justice, Song Qihao had no choice but to be with Zhang Wanrong. At that time, he wrote a love letter to Zhang Wanrong.

Often, longing meets sorrow. But at this moment, when I think of you, a gentle warmth rises in my heart. This feeling is somewhat sweet and somewhat intoxicating. I, who am used to softly singing about sorrow, even feel a sense of happiness.

I can't help but recall that when I met you, it was also during this season, through the misty rain, to the rhythm of words. Just a casual glance back led me to encounter a melancholy, lonely boy. At the time, I thought it was just an ordinary encounter, never imagining that after all the flowers had faded, you would become the longing in my writing.

The time I cherished you so carefully was like the gentle footsteps of fleeting years, so beautiful, so fragrant. Like the cool morning dew, it held the most beautiful aspirations of youth. Those tiny, fleeting joys lingered in the cracks of time, like tenacious vines clinging to brick walls, determined to shield the building from dust and scorching sun as much as possible.

As the winds of time pass, the longing in my heart ripples outwards, spreading into the deeper reaches of time and space. I stand on this shore, gazing at the other, my bright eyes yearning to pierce through this space and time. I long to hold your hand, to witness the beauty of a sunset's vibrant glow, to behold the serene expanse where sky and water merge, to savor the romantic misty rain. I think to myself, if you were here, any scenery would be breathtaking!

He wrote: "Holding hands is a sad process, because after holding hands comes letting go. So, if our meeting lasted longer than the blooming season, would there never be a day when we let go? Love to the point of obsession is like snow staining plum branches, a moonlit window embroidering cloth, a page of time settling in the heart. I long to write down all the time we spent together, trying to lock away the sorrow at the tip of my pen, only writing about those warm little moments, tightly holding onto the understanding you expressed, blooming into a delicate little flower, raising my head high, living in the sunlight."

At that time, Song Qihao had never held anyone's hand. The only hand he ever held was Qingtian's. Did he ever think that way back then?

He also wrote: "If a destined connection is a seed planted in a past life, then time will surely arrange for those who are deeply in love to meet again in this life. So, on the path of time, I simply bloom like a simple flower, following the scent of sunlight, blossoming with freshness and tranquility, gracefully unfolding in all seasons. I diligently prune myself, in every ordinary day, writing with clear water; cultivating my heart with my pen; nurturing my pure heart with ink, adorning the verdant brightness like poetry, a touch of gentleness; a touch of romance; all the myriad emotions will be subtly concealed, just waiting for you to understand, to not speak of loneliness. The moon wanes, the moon waxes, the wind comes, the rain comes, I simply remain graceful as a flower, on the branches of spring, frequently pruning my heavy branches, making my wings gradually fuller, able to steadily bear every chill. Silently, I wait, in every day of waiting in this mortal world, just for the encounter of azure sky and misty rain, that warmth of understanding and companionship."

As he wrote these words, was he thinking about what it would be like to be with Zhang Wanrong in the future, or about every moment he spent with Qingtian in the past? As he wrote about his past life and this life, did he ever fantasize that if there were a reincarnation, he would become a demon beast with Qingtian?

do not know.

Long ago, he was also a lonely man, struggling to survive in poverty. No one respected him. When he needed help the most, he met Qingtian.

What kind of feelings did he truly harbor for Qingtian? No one knows, not even his later wife, Leng Yanran.

In every man's heart, there may be a white moonlight, on whom he places all his hopes and dreams, until finally, as illusion and reality alternate, she becomes his wife.

Song Qihao stood on the cliff, gazing at the raging fire on the Demon Mountain not far away, listening to the thunderous roar of the heavens. His eyes were calm as still water, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Is Chapter 264 worth it?

The members of the cult stood behind him. One of them, a man in an earth-yellow robe, stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "That is the Azure Sky."

In the distance, a bright emerald light shone brightly, and a colossal azure python, ten thousand feet long, resembled a towering tree reaching to the sky. More than a dozen immortals fought against it but could not prevail and continued to retreat.

“We’ve been attacking for several days now,” said the current leader of the cult, the future controller of the temple. His eyes were fixed on Song Qihao, as if trying to see through his thoughts. “Qihao, you have a close relationship with Qingtian. This matter is of great importance, involving the Heavenly Dao. I’ll have to trouble you to take action.”

Song Qihao remained unmoved, calmly meeting the gaze of the leader of the cult: "No problem."

"Heaven has given its decree: the world is about to end. We need to use your divine power to leave a blessed land for future generations," the leader of the cult instructed. "The male and female protagonists are prepared to sacrifice themselves for the seal. Qi Hao, this is a critical moment. Do you understand?"

"I know."

"Alright, come with me."

The two soared into the air, overlooking the entire Demon Mountain Forest from high above. The leader of the Divine Sect pointed to the summit of Demon Mountain and said to the giant python that stretched to the sky, "That place is the key point of Demon Mountain, and it is also the array eye that we plan to set up in the future. Now that the monster is relying on the support of the spiritual spring, it has displayed the strength of a True Immortal. We cannot defeat it, and we can only rely on you."

Song Qihao asked, puzzled, "Even if Qing Tian can unleash the power of a True Immortal, she still wouldn't be able to use the Truth and the Great Dao Mark, would she? With your True Immortal strength, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for you to take her down?"

The leader of the cult shook his head and said, "Over the years, my strength has declined a lot. Besides, your Azure Heaven is not just a simple display of True Immortal strength. Did you see that emerald green light? It contains not only demonic energy but also spiritual energy. The combined moves are like killing moves but not killing moves. Ordinary immortals would find it difficult to resist. That is why she has lasted until now."

"Qihao," the leader of the cult continued, "we have already suffered many casualties. Now, it's up to you."

"Yes."

Above the demon mountain, thousands of lightning bolts pressed down, containing several immortal killing moves. The immortals who attacked were repelled, so they simply stopped attacking and only unleashed their killing moves from a distance.

The waters of the spiritual spring surged, and the spiritual energy within was continuously drawn into Qingtian. Her cold gaze was fixed on the dark clouds in the sky, as she continuously channeled demonic and spiritual energy to block the descending killing move.

Song Qihao arrived above the dark clouds, looked at the scene below, and asked the immortal beside him, "How is the situation?"

The immortal replied, "This demon beast is strange. It can mix spiritual and demonic energy and use various methods to control the entire demon mountain at will. We really can't break in."

"Withdraw your killing move, I'm going down."

"What, this..."

"I don't want to repeat myself, just do as I say."

"it is good."

The killing move stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and Qing Tian, ​​puzzled, transformed back into human form, standing in mid-air, looking up in confusion.

The dark clouds dispersed, and someone came down from above.

He was wearing a long robe, but he was no longer the boy I remembered. Now a middle-aged man, he had a stubble beard, a strong and powerful body, and his robe fluttered in the wind. His eyes were no longer as clear as they were in his youth, but as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

He clutched the green flag tightly in his hand, surrounded by countless streams of light that flowed around him as he slowly descended.

Qing Tian opened her eyes wide. The previous immortal killing move had also injured her somewhat. Blood dripped down her wounds, her back was slightly bent, and her eyes were obscured by blood. But she tried her best to open them wide, wanting to see the figure in front of her clearly.

"The blue sky."

Song Qihao spoke, a faint smile on his face:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yes, that's it. Attract her attention and try to draw her out.

The leader of the cult sent him a telepathic message, but Song Qihao did not respond, remaining focused on the heavens.

"Qingtian, you..."

His body trembled, and he coughed up blood.

A hand passed through his body from behind, instantly injuring him severely.

He turned around tremblingly, and a familiar earthen-yellow robe came into view. It was the immortal who had spoken to him earlier. Because the leader of the cult had sent him a telepathic message, he had not noticed that this person had already arrived behind him.

"you……"

"I'm sorry." The man's eyes showed apology. "For the sake of the greater plan, Brother Song, please sacrifice yourself for now."

【What……】

Suddenly, Song Qihao realized something. He turned his head and saw Qing Tian rushing towards him.

The monster's mind was exceptionally simple, and it didn't understand the logic behind it at all. When Song Qihao appeared holding the green flag, even though his face didn't match what it had imagined, Qingtian recognized him.

"But, but it's green, the blue sky, it's green..."

Blood blurred his words, and his clothes were stained crimson. The severely injured Song Qihao was immediately captured by the immortal who had ambushed him. All the sounds around him seemed to disappear. He could only see Qingtian rushing towards him, and in an instant, he was submerged in the brilliance of the immortal's killing move.

"She's out! Capture her at once!"

"Quickly, stop her!"

"Use a deadly move to block her; we absolutely cannot let her break through!"

The shouts of the immortals were incessant, but Qing Tian remained silent and actually broke free from the immortal's killing move, flying towards Song Qihao.

puff.