Chapter 153: Scattered memories from previous lives (below)

Chen He saw countless time-lapses trapped in the small debris from the flames, and he was embarrassed and gray-faced. m.Le Wen mobile network
Difficult and fought, groping for the practice of martial arts, no singularity, and Ji Changge is not a person of the North Xuan School. He can only tell how people who have seen the North Xuan School use it. The song is not known.
The scars of the fingers being cracked by the bowstrings, the lungs vomiting blood due to improper cultivation, and the wounds that the wild beasts bite out, these Chen He can see clearly.
Chen Wo quietly, the whole person lost his emotions, and he did not know whether he heard the news of the early death of his previous life, or because he did not care about the hardships of the fire.
The bead that was inadvertently obtained from the flames in the past was vague and there were few things to remember. Now Chen He can see these already, those who have never been recorded, even the flames that I can’t remember from the flames. What?
Losing all memories, instinctively waving the blade, may not be much different from the ancient monks of the Shuigu Valley.
Supporting the ancient monks is the obsession of sticking to the homeland. After eight thousand years, what is it that supports the flames? Chen He knows the answer. He is more and more silent about the strange and familiar self in the broken memory.
In fact, the small-scale debris, before the promotion of the Yuan Ying period, how many difficulties have been faced from the flame, how many dangers have been encountered, but these things are considered to be unimportant from the flame, Chen He can only see him in the ups and downs On the sand dunes, looking for a person, or a body.
The fascination caused the wind to forget too much. He was kneeling in the red wind desert. It was probably the former salt dealer who told him that he first appeared on the edge of the desert.
Shenzhou dead zone, red wind desert.
- Interpretation of the transfer of the North Xuan faction to the previous life, will not live for a long time, where he died, Chen He and the idea of ​​the flame.
Not in the red wind desert, it must have been brought back by the people of Heiyuan Valley.
For the flames, it is not difficult to inquire about the deeds of the blood devils. Many years ago, the fire in the stone appeared in Yunzhou, burning 100,000 souls, so that countless people in the realm of the truth went to chase the "devil". It is not a secret.
In the past, it was easy to check, but it was hard to find the deceased.
The memory fragments are getting more and more blurred, and finally there are some sly shadows and mourning of the wild animals.
"Are you ready to leave?" Ji Changge Jin Jia is in the body, but it can still be vaguely distinguished. "Remember that many years ago, you seem to say that this place is very good, do not want to leave?"
"I have realized the archery, and there is no clue as to the glory of the sacred martial arts. I have cultivated it, and I was promoted to the middle class of the Mahayana in the day before."
Chen He silently added a sentence in his heart: The most important thing is that Zhuo Zhu can't be used anymore.
"But, the world is full of banquets." Ji Chang sings with unspeakable tiredness, looking up at the gray sky, and turning into a dust and re-listing of ancient monks and wild animals, "you I am here, and I have been here for more than two hundred years."
so long?
Chen He frowns, it is no wonder that both the archery and the repair of the North mysterious method are far from the flame.
"This war is over." Ji Changge stunned.
"I don't know what the predecessors still have to tell." Li Yan has never been reluctant to say anything to others, too lazy to pay attention to it, many years of acquaintance, and the promise of art, the tone of Ji Changge is obviously different.
After the small-scale debris broke open, Ji Changge’s soul will break into six reincarnations.
--fair enough.
Chen He thought with some regrets, there is a flame away from it, and it must be said that Ji Changge does not need to use the power of the gods, bows, and the spirits are gone.
Unexpectedly, the next sentence, ruthlessly broke his meager hope.
"I understand what you want to say." Ji Changge smiled and said, "I have been through two hundred years of my wisdom and wisdom, and I have tried your best to pass on your archery. It is already the end of the strong, you don't want to see me silently disappearing in the small world." In the debris, I said that I have to go, is it not."
"Not so." Departed from the flames.
"Hah, just don't."
Ji Changge stared at the water valley for a long time. He said, "You don't have to be sad. I was already dead 8,000 years ago. Now I have the chance to end this battle. I am very pleased."
The wild beast from the end of the horizon, the black pressure is connected into a piece, rushing over.
From the flame law enforcement device, the hand swayed, and the pale flame rushed out like a wave of negligence.
"This is the last time I stood on the mountain wall of the Valley of the Waters..." Ji Changge said to himself, bending his bow and pointing the arrow. "The last chance, please help me. If you still can't fight back these animals, it is also God willing."
"God?" From the flame to the side of Ji Changge, "I never believed."
Fighting, fighting, the ancient corps lying on the body, the wild beasts screaming.
The scene gradually became blurred and intermittent. I don't know how long it took, there was a sound that could be heard if there was nothing in the fog: "Chen Wo..."
"The wild animal has retired."
"Really, it is true..."
Followed by the chaotic words of the ancient monks who dreamed of being awakened.
"Ji predecessors, we have kept the water valley! The wild animals are defeated, they are all dead! Ji predecessors? What happened to you?"
"Ah... this is? My instrument, my hand--" "What happened in the water valley?"
Chen He wanted to come to this scene. The ancient monks looked at the body that was disintegrating into dust. For the first time in 8,000 years, they crossed the mountain wall and looked back at their homeland. They found that the water valley had already become a ruin.
"You can do it." Ji Changge muttered weakly. "Leave here. I want to see your arrow..."
The dense fog swayed, everything was gone, and all the sounds disappeared.
The flames of the small world fragments, and before Ji Changge’s death, he also saw what he wanted to see, the dead battle that lasted for 8,000 years, and finally the wild beast that was defeated by the otter valley, the ancient monk Wake up from the endless robbery.
Chen Wo stared at the fog, he had a deep frustration.
It’s him, but he’s not...
There are many things to do from the flame, but he can't, and he doesn't.
After a long while, the fog that carried the memory suddenly increased, filled with everything in front of me, followed by the fog, and saw the slender fingers pinching a bead of white smoke, just like a victory.
Wannianzhuzhu, the new bead!
Is it -
Chen Wo was shocked to see.
The bright flames illuminate the surrounding area, and the long clothes are placed on the sleek, graceful blue-and-white pattern, which is obviously a complete demon.
The long hair is raised high, and it is buckled by a red crown. There is a golden rhinestone in the mouth of the dragon, that is, there is a golden phoenix on the surface of the stone.
Qinglan, Xiaolong, Jinfeng... These are the wild beasts that have been recorded in the fragments of the small world.
When Chen He and He Luo were trapped in the small-scale debris, Chen He always avoided the extraordinary wild animals. After all, his cultivation was very different. Now it seems that the souls of these guys, like the bows in the hands of Chen Wo, have been surrendered to the income of the device.
Chen He's mood is more complicated.
The flames in front of the eyes are separated from the appearance of wolverines. The old wounds that overlap and overlap are also cured by the elixir. There is no trace at all, and the hands are standing, and the posture is leisurely and calm.
I am afraid that I can see at the moment that it is not the lonely magic repair of the Red Wind Desert, but the one who is away from the flames. It is more similar to the appearance of the tyrannical robbery. It is just black hair and has not turned into the color of frost and snow. .
"Where is the mouse?"
Suddenly heard the sound of screaming, coming from afar, almost in the ear.
Away from the flames, there are no traces to avoid a few steps. The red and white entwined fire suddenly rises, and the blue curtain that drags the ground immediately turns into ashes.
A sword light broke through.
Like a red lotus bloom, the flame bursts from it, igniting thousands of scattered stars, and seeing the fire is about to spread out, forming the trend of the original, and throwing away the sword, then the white fog rises, the water drops splash, the momentum is rampant. The three fires were actually poured out and extinguished.
A glimpse of the flames.
Immediately, the sleeves were fixed, holding the bead in one hand and losing behind in the other.
"浣剑尊者, the first master of the magic road, long time..."
The flames shun the waters of the four seas, and the swordsman stepped on the unconcealed water tower, and the look changed: "You-"
What is going to say from the flame sage, and suddenly seeing the old scorpion sword murderous, can not help but say that the sword is swaying, this sound is not the same, even the flames also retreat a few steps, a hand directly swallowed the beads At the same time, the red bow is in the palm of the hand.
Who knows that Sword Swordsman did not turn around and then started, he directly flew to the box behind the screen, quickly opened the cover, found that the things inside are intact, nothing is missing, this is relieved.
From the flames of the sage: ...
Chen Wo saw a strange look on the flame surface.
Sui Jian hugged the box and let out a sigh of relief. Then he jumped up and stuffed the box directly into the magic mustard. "You must be the one who is away from the flames. Is it ridiculous, broke into my house and stole the eternal bead?"
The flame that has already eaten the bead:...
After Chen He’s thoughts, he thought that if he was used, he could see the scene he had recorded after swallowing, and the sword sage would put Wannian beads here, it was to see when he was not there. Who has come in?
In the daily life of the Demon Lord, I think that most people can't go in and out. It seems that the Sword Swordsman put him here. Maybe it is to prevent the disciples from cracking into the sky.
Chen He is still thinking about it. The sword sage has already been mad and said: "I will be interested in the boring pastimes that have been boring for many years."
"..."
Uh! This bead is placed here greatly, remembering that the sword is playing with a shadow play on weekdays?
"What if I don't?"
From the flames of the Zun, the hand holds the bow and arrow, and the sword squats and shrinks. It is obvious that the other party’s strength is not the same. If it is really played, this pavilion and even this house can’t keep it.
"You want to be a bead forever, I will give you one!"
The flames faintly said: "Is it worth to have a lot of beads?"
"..."
The sword sages endured and endured, and the sword edge shook: "The pipa is a illusion, what do you want, is it a layout? I use three instruments to exchange with you."
"Do not change."
The sword sages cut off the beard and copied the sword.
The pavilion collapsed and the lake was turned into nothing, and the momentum was horrible.
I have been fighting for a few feet of huge pits at the bottom of the lake. The flames have turned off and the swordsman has gnashed his teeth. "It seems that you are desperate to go with this seat."
"Give me another bead, the one you want, I will return you after ten days."
"You!" The sword almost blows his beard and blinks, and he picks up the sword for a long while. "Okay, just say that!"
The flame sage took over a bead from the other side and walked away without looking back.
Until leaving the Beijing suburbs, the flames stopped, and closed their eyes for a long while, a smile on the lips: "Mr. Mo... Entering the city... It’s a windfall. These swordsmen are quite awesome. In the deep sense, the number is really quite a lot. It’s a matter of carefulness, and the great things and the inside/the curtain of the realm of repairing the world for a long time are also clear."
From the habit of self-speaking to the flames, Chen He also has it, not because of temperament, but to tell Zhu Xizhu, lest he forget it next time.
"A bead is 10,000 years..."
The flames looked at the sky, and the brow wrinkled slightly: "The heavens don't know if there is such a thing. It may not be enough for me for 10,000 years. It is better to have three more after ten days!"
Bystander Chen Wo: ...
The author has something to say: When the predecessor of the sword is dying, he said to Zhan Yuanqiu: With this bag of Wannianzhuzhu, to go to the flames, he will take care of you...