Fu Canglu

Chapter 469
From the time when the sword was handed out to the hidden sword mountain.

His Highness's heart began to tremble.

He covered his heart with one hand, frowned, and looked at the old man who stepped on the sword wave.

After the sound of the bell, the grandness disappeared, leaving only the ethereal word "Great King", falling into the heart lake of His Highness.

Set off a monstrous wave.

His Highness raised his head, desperately trying to see what the old sword fairy who was at the head of the sword tide high in the sky looked like.

But the old man didn't stop, he drove his sword straight into the thunder, and when he passed by, he just glanced at his lower body, and didn't even meet His Royal Highness's eyes, and didn't meet him.

His Highness raised his head, and saw that the old sword fairy smashed the thunder light all over the sky, countless streamers of light fell like arrow rain, the wasteland trembled, and a huge emptiness spread out in the sky.

Jian Zongming rushed out, and the sound of Jian Ming rumbled loudly.

Is Li Changge all right?
Has that thundercloud broken?

Before he had time to think about it, his eyes suddenly went dark.

This blackness only appeared for a moment
Yi Xiao suddenly closed his eyes.

It turned out to be the originally peaceful Heart Lake, which was hit by a huge wave by the sound of "King". At this moment, the huge wave fell, and the Heart Lake could no longer restore the previous calm situation.

His Highness thought of something Xi Yao once said to him.

Then the fingers began to tremble.

Then the trembling inevitably spread to the back, and then spread from the back to the whole body.

In his mind, the face of Xi Yao talking to himself was over and over again.

That charming, gentle, mature, and childish.

that face.

That sound.

"brother"

Then it pierced into the depths of the soul, there was no pain, but it made people wake up all of a sudden, as if they had lived for a hundred years, those long lives, the time passed, were nothing but wasted time.

Xi Yao read softly: "Brother, your soul has not been found yet."

"The key to open the tomb, why didn't you use it earlier?"

His Highness struggled to raise his hands and covered his head. Between his fingers, his hair was tightened and twisted to death, as if trying desperately to remember something.

key.

key.

Consciousness was in a trance, and the voices of everyone around him rushed over like a tide.

Can't hear anymore.

Yi Xiao tried hard to open her eyes, trying to see the face hugging her clearly.

The anxious shout of the woman in purple flashed in her ears, and the intensity of shaking her shoulders gradually increased.

The green-robed monk did not hesitate to seriously injure him, and used Buddhist supernatural powers to hit his heart lake with a heavy hammer. The water of the hammer exploded, but he couldn't make him feel the slightest.

The woman in the yellow shirt sitting in the wheelchair was shouting and drinking something in the depths of his soul, and he could vaguely hear the word "wake up", but the voice was too faint.

Yi Xiao stared blankly at these people, these faces.

The black in the line of sight gradually occupied most of it.

He gradually shifted his gaze away from them.

It was pitch black before his eyes.

Yi Xiao looked at them, and the influence left in his mind also became numb and tasteless.

Who is that purple-clothed woman shaking her shoulders with tears all over her face?
Who is that bald monk with a handsome face and a blue robe that has been washed white?

The woman in the yellow shirt sitting in the wheelchair, the elegant scholar in the green clothes, the skinny swordsman, why do these people look so familiar, yet they are so unfamiliar that people can't speak?
Yi Xiao opened her mouth slightly, but stopped talking.

Who are they?

Everything was black.

Even with his eyes wide open, he still couldn't see anything.

His Highness remained in such a sitting posture in a daze, the green lotus in his mind slowly receded, and the images of the characters engraved in his pupils slowly disappeared.

Among many people, His Highness only remembered one person.

That young woman, with a layer of fiery red flowing gauze around her waist, and a light white dress covering her shoulders, red and white intersecting, her temples are flying, and her sword eyebrows are heroic.

It's just that the heroic figure with sword eyebrows has become weak and gentle in this vague memory.

Like a bird that should be held in the palm of your hand.

His Highness could no longer "see" anything in his eyes, but he turned his head and looked in the direction of Xi Yao.

In his eyes, two lines of tears flowed slowly.

among the crowd.

Liang Liang was startled.

She saw two lines of tears from His Highness.

Xi Yao smiled charmingly, wept with joy, but tightly covered her lips, not wanting anyone to see her joy, then turned her head away.

Xi Yao got up, turned away from the crowd, and galloped all the way.

She cried and laughed like a fool.

"brother"

"You, you finally remembered!"

Wei Lingshan firmly shook Yi Xiao's shoulder.

She saw His Highness's eyes were blank, his eyes were empty, and there was nothing.

Total darkness.

The light of the lotus plant has been suppressed.

As a result of looking directly at Seventy-Nine Heavenly Tribulations, those big golden eyes, around the eye sockets, have been irreversibly damaged, and two lines of blood have solidified on the cheeks.

After the little Highness turned his head, two lines of clear tears covered the blood scab. The temperature was enough to melt the blood, allowing the two lines of blood to flow down again.

Wei Lingshan anxiously looked towards the direction where the thunder light dissipated.

The senior brother has just passed the catastrophe, and now his life and death are uncertain.

Monk Qingshi said calmly: "The soul is calm, there should be no serious problems, it seems that I have been stimulated by something."

He paused: "You should have heard the rumors outside, right?"

Wei Lingshan was startled.

Qingshi pointed to Yi Xiao, and said in a low voice, "It's about 'reincarnation'."

The princess was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

Qingshi sighed: "The reincarnated soul is generally not stable. If the memory is revived, it should be the case. I was like this back then, and it will be fine after I sleep."

He knelt down and took the young highness for Wei Lingshan.

"So, my lord, why don't you go and see what's going on with that little sword fairy, there will be a little monk here to take care of him."

Wei Lingshan nodded, and hurried to the direction where Li Changge fell.

Qingshi took Yi Xiao's body.

He was expressionless.

Three and a half wisps of Bodhisattva's spirit lingered between his eyebrows.

He didn't believe the rumors outside that His Royal Highness was the reincarnation of that Overlord.

But the old man who wielded the sword clearly carried the luck of Great Chu, and he called out "King" again, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious in this way.

Qingshi pursed his lips, and slowly hovered a palm in front of the little Highness.

Yi Xiao had already closed her eyes, with blood dripping from both sides of her cheeks.

He paused, narrowed his eyes, slowly moved the distance between his thumb and index finger, and placed it in front of His Highness's eye sockets.

Slowly protruding two fingers, gently opened the eyelids.

Qingshi got his wish, and saw what kind of scene was reflected in those closed eyes.

open your eyes
The eyelids were full of fiery red.

Burning in the black pupil, passing away.

like a

A grand fire feast!
(End of this chapter)