Ji Yuenian moved his slender, pale knuckles, and raised his head with great effort, but a sharp, bone-piercing pain suddenly came from between his eyebrows, causing his head to fall back onto the cork pillow.
"Be careful!"
The girl in white clothes had a look of anxiety and concern in her eyes. She hurriedly put the wooden bowl in her hand on the table. Her soft and warm white jade hands brushed Ji Yuenian's long black hair and carefully touched Ji Yuenian's forehead. He took off the silk cloth in front of him and immersed it in the basin on the side of the bed.
Ji Yuenian pursed her lips tightly and stared blankly at the golden sunlight streaming in through the window lattice. There were also bright golden light and shadow reflections in her pupils. As her eyes trembled slowly, bursts of incomparable beauty appeared. of waves.
Under the orders of Li Shixuan, he left Xingyuan Peak and Wangxingting.
Together with Wang Yueyang, Yu Yan and others, we went to the ancient city of Deri to watch the ceremony.
Qiongyu Daozi.
The girl with the divine bloodline was absorbed into the Luoshui Divine Seal, and she was even bound to the false memory of the Luoshui Goddess.
Using the Yunling Talisman, Zhao Yinyue used the power of the remnant realm of the Moon Spirit to refine the Falling Snow Divine Sword, blocking the six breaths of the girl with the divine blood who was in the upper realm of Yunling in the Divine Sea.
The last memory was of the huge white dragon that covered the sky and the sun, roaring and roaring, annihilating everything into the darkness of nothingness.
The scenes after leaving the Taiyu Shengzong quickly passed through his mind. Ji Yuenian closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again after a moment. The golden light and shadow in his eyes gradually disappeared, and the mist-like eyes returned to their original state. The abyss is deep and silent.
He had already recalled several memories in the darkness of nothingness. Only then could Ji Yuenian know the true connection between Zhao Yinyue and Zhaoming Mountain.
Zhao Yinyue only existed for sixteen years. Before that, she was not Zhao Yinyue, but Princess Lier who lived in Zhaoming Mountain.
In the second memory, the goddess in ice-blue palace clothes once mentioned Princess Li'er's real name when she was talking to Gui Jiuyuan.
Ao Li.
Within the world of the Luoshui Divine Seal, Luo Xu's condensed white dragon magical power had completely crushed Ji Yuenian's body, leaving no trace left.
The fact that it is able to retain its true spirit and soul now is all due to the true spirit bloodline that Ao Li poured into it before he died.
Ao Li is half a true dragon blood descendant and has an unlimited lifespan. However, during the catastrophic change, the Moon Spirit Remnant Realm protected her, but it also trapped her for 84,000 years. There are many restrictions and rules imposed on it, which only leave it with a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps it was fate that she had endured eighty-four thousand years of loneliness and desolation alone in the remnant realm of the Moon Spirit, but in the end she had not survived those short sixteen years.
The flaw in the jade led to its own fall. This was a terrifying power originating from the depths of the bloodline, which Ao Li could not resist at all.
Breaking five realms in a row, overcoming three tribulations, ranking among the top three calamities of Taiyi, and returning to Zhaoming Mountain on the shores of the East China Sea. The palace-dressed goddess who was born as if she was a banished immortal devoted all her energy to paving the way for Ao Li. , eventually turned into a bubble that burst at the first touch.
After regaining some strength, Ji Yuenian turned his head slightly and saw that the girl in white clothes was washing the piece of silk cloth in the wooden basin, her head slightly lowered, her expression very serious.
After a while, she seemed to notice Ji Yuenian's gaze. She turned her face to the side of her fair and jade-like face, took the piece of warm silk cloth and covered it on Ji Yuenian's forehead again, and said with a smile: "
The injury on your forehead is so serious, don't move easily."
After saying this, Ji Yuenian's eyebrows felt a stinging pain that was enough to make him feel heartbroken. His mind moved slightly and he whispered: "What's wrong with my forehead...?"
His voice was very weak and hoarse, and as soon as the words came out, even Ji Yuenian himself was a little stunned.
At the same time, Ji Yuenian seemed to suddenly remember something and tried to mobilize the profound energy in the palace, but did not get any feedback.
Ignoring the increasingly severe pain between his eyebrows, Ji Yuenian struggled to sit up with the support of the girl in white clothes, leaning on the sill of the wooden couch, trying to sense his soul and inner fire again.
The mud cow enters the sea.
Whether it was a true spirit, a divine soul or a psychic karma fire, they all disappeared without a trace at any time, as if they had never existed.
Snapped!
Ji Yuenian took off the silk cloth on his forehead and threw it into the basin. His hoarse voice was terrifyingly calm: "Girl, do you have a bronze mirror?"
The thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl in white clothes was obviously at a loss. After being stunned for a moment, she hurriedly took out a small bronze mirror from the makeup box on the desk in the wooden house and handed it to Ji Yuenian.
This bronze mirror is only about the size of a palm, its edges have been rubbed extremely smooth, and there is a faint fragrance coming from it. It is obviously for the daughter's family's personal use.
Ji Yuenian was half-lying on the wooden couch. The sharp pain between his eyebrows did not ease at all, but became more intense.
With picturesque eyebrows and red lips and white teeth, his appearance has not changed. He is still the extremely beautiful young man in the painting.
But between his eyebrows, there was a shocking and terrifying wound.
To an ordinary person, it would appear that it was a scar of red blood that had never healed, but in Ji Yuenian's eyes, the wound was clearly the mark of a twelve-petal lotus!
Each petal of the lotus platform seemed to be carved deep into the flesh and blood, and when reflected in Ji Yuenian's pupils, it exuded a faint dark brilliance.
The entire lotus pedestal is about half an inch in diameter and is branded in the middle of the eyebrow. The petals are distinct, small and delicate, but there is a hint of death on it.
"Hurry up and cover it up. It will be bad if you catch a cold." The girl in white clothes picked up the piece of silk cloth from the basin and gently covered it on Ji Yuenian's forehead. "You said
I don’t know how the wound came about, and it hasn’t healed after more than ten days. It’s really tight.”
Without saying a word, Ji Yuenian lay down on the wooden couch again, closed his eyes slightly, and kept sensing the divine soul, true spirit, and psychic karma fire that seemed to have never existed at all.
More than ten days ago, when Yao returned from collecting herbs in the mountains, she found Ji Yuenian unconscious outside the wooden house. She had been kind-hearted since she was a child, and she had never seen a boy as good-looking as Ji Yuenian.
He placed it in a wooden house and has taken good care of it to this day.
Xu Shi.
The bright silver moon gradually spreads and appears, and the bright stars in the sky span eternity. No matter how time flies and the sea changes, it has never changed.
Ji Yuenian woke up in a trance, and it was not until he got off the wooden bed that he could realize that the clothes he was wearing were still black robes with intricate patterns carved on them, and they still had the cool and smooth feel of satin.
Spotless.
In just a short moment, Ji Yuenian could conclude that this piece of clothing was definitely not his own magic weapon, but was transformed from the Yin Qi of heaven and earth in his blood!
This is enough to prove that even though I still can't sense the slightest bit of profound energy at this time, the power of my bloodline has never really disappeared, and is still quietly stored in an unknown place.
The bright silver moonlight shone in, illuminating the delicate little face of the sleeping girl in white clothes.
She slept with her clothes on a cold, hard wooden bench on a cloth mattress.
As if she noticed the noise, she opened her eyes slightly and saw Ji Yuenian's slender figure with his back to her, quietly at the door.
The girl in white clothes rubbed her eyes, followed Ji Yuenian's lowered gaze, hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "That's what's next to you."
The thing placed beside the threshold is a sword.
The once blazing white sword body, which was as white as frost and snow, has long been covered with a layer of black dirt. The bright sword light that could tear mountains apart has also disappeared, and was replaced by a gray hilt covered with dust.
Ao Li used the power of the last remnant of the Moon Spirit to refine the sword for Ji Yuenian in the illusionary realm of the Luoshui Divine Seal.
Falling Snow Divine Sword.
This long sword of frost and snow has lost all its glory at this time. At first glance, it looks like a rusty iron rod, dull and dull.