Chapter 138

"I..."

Ji yuenian's slender and pale knuckles moved, and he raised his head with great effort, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows, which made his head fall back on the cork pillow.

"Be careful!"

The girl in white showed anxiety and concern in her eyes, and hurriedly put the wooden bowl in her hand on the table. Her soft and warm white jade hand brushed Ji yuenian's dark long hair, carefully took down the silk cloth in front of Ji yuenian's forehead, and dipped it into the water basin on the side of the bed.

Ji yuenian tightly pursed her lips and stared at the golden sunshine that came in through the window lattice. There was also a bright golden light reflection in her pupils. With the slow vibration of her eyes, waves of magnificent waves appeared.

He was ordered by Li Shixuan to leave Xingyuan peak and forget xingting.

Together with Wang Yueyang and Yu Yan, they went to the ancient city of devastation to watch the ceremony.

Jade Road.

Being absorbed into the seal of the goddess of Luoshui by the girl with divine blood is bound to the false memory of the goddess of Luoshui.

Urging Yun lingfu Bao, by virtue of the snow falling divine sword refined by Zhao Yinyue using the power of the moon spirit remnant, Sheng Sheng blocked the spirit blood girl of the God sea Yun spirit upper realm for six breaths.

The last memory is that the huge white dragon roared and roared, making everything annihilated into the darkness of nothingness.

After leaving Taiyu Shengzong, the pictures quickly flashed in my mind. Ji yuenian slightly closed his eyes and reopened them a moment later. The eyes with golden light and shadow gradually faded away, and the profound silence like fog was restored.

It has recalled several memories in the nihility and darkness. Until this time, Ji yuenian can know the real connection between Zhao Yinyue and Zhaoming mountain.

Zhao Yinyue only existed for 16 years. Before that, she was not Zhao Yinyue, but Princess Li'er living in Zhaoming mountain.

In the second memory, the goddess in Ice Blue Palace dress once mentioned the real name of Princess Li'er when talking to Gui Jiuyuan.

Ao Li.

In the heaven and earth of Luoshui God's seal, Luo Xu's condensed white dragon magic power has completely crushed Ji yuenian's body, and there is no trace left.

His ability to retain the true spirit and spirit now is all caused by the true spirit blood poured by Ao Li before he was dying.

Ao Li is half of the blood of the real dragon and has a long life. But at the beginning of that terrible upheaval, although the moon spirit remnant protected her, it also trapped her for 84000 years. It also imposed many restrictions and rules on her, only leaving a glimmer of vitality.

Maybe because of her fate, she survived the lonely and gloomy 84000 years alone in the remnant of the moon spirit, but she didn't spend that short 16 years after all.

The jade has flaws and falls from the sky. This is a terrible force from the depths of blood, which Ao Li can't resist at all.

He broke five boundaries and crossed three disasters in a row, ranking among the three disasters. He returned to Zhaoming mountain on the Bank of the East China Sea. The palace goddess who was born like a relegated fairy tried her best to pave the way for Ao Li, and finally turned into a broken bubble.

Slightly restored a little strength, Ji yuenian looked slightly sideways, and the girl in white was kneading and washing the silk cloth in the wooden basin, slightly lowered her head, and looked very serious.

After a while, she seemed to notice Ji yuenian's eyes, sideways passed her small white face as white as jade, took the warm silk cloth and covered her forehead again, laughing, "the injury on your forehead is so serious, don't move easily."

After saying this, Ji yuenian's eyebrow center again faintly came a stinging pain that was enough to cone his heart. His mood moved and he whispered, "what's the matter with my forehead...?"

His voice was weak and hoarse. As soon as he spoke, even Ji yuenian himself was a little stunned.

At the same time, Ji yuenian seemed to suddenly think of something, trying to mobilize the mysterious Qi in the holy palace, but she didn't get any feedback.

Despite the increasingly intense pain in the center of her eyebrows, Ji yuenian half sat up with the help of a girl in white, leaning against the sill of the wooden couch, and tried to feel her spirit and heart fire again.

"Point guard here"

like a clay ox entering the sea.

Whether it is true spirits, spirits or psychic karma fires, they disappear without a trace at any time. It seems that they have never existed.

PA!

Ji yuenian took off the silk cloth on her forehead and threw it into the basin. Her hoarse voice was calm and terrible: "girl, do you have a bronze mirror?"

The 13-year-old girl in white clothes was obviously a little overwhelmed. After a moment of stunned, she hurriedly took a small copper mirror from the makeup box on the wooden table and handed it to Ji yuenian.

This bronze mirror is only the size of a palm, and its edge has been rubbed extremely smooth. There is a faint fragrance on it, which is obviously for her daughter's own use.

Ji yuenian was half lying on the wooden couch, and the sharp pain in the center of her eyebrows never eased, but became more fierce.

With picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, his appearance has not changed, and he is still the most beautiful young master in the painting.

But in the center of his eyebrows, there was a shocking and terrible wound.

Ordinary people looked, it was a red blood mark that had not healed, but in the eyes of Ji yuenian, the wound was clearly the brand of a twelve petal lotus platform!

Each petal of the lotus platform seemed to be carved into the depths of flesh and blood. Under the reflection of the pupils of Ji yuenian, it exuded a faint dark glow.

The whole lotus stand is about half an inch round and burned in the middle of the eyebrow. The petals are clear, small and exquisite, but it has a trace of silence on it.

"Cover it quickly, in case it gets cold," the girl in white picked up the silk cloth in the basin and gently covered Ji yuenian's forehead, "you don't know how this wound came from, and it hasn't healed for more than ten days, which is really strange."

Ji yuenian didn't say a word, lying on the wooden couch again, slightly closed her eyes, and constantly felt the spirit, true spirit and psychic karma fire that seemed to have never existed.

More than ten days ago, when Yao returned from collecting herbs in the mountain, she found the unconscious Ji yuenian outside the wooden house. She was kind-hearted since childhood. She had never seen a boy as beautiful as Ji yuenian, so she settled him in the wooden house and took good care of him until now.

Garrison time.

The silver moon gradually spread and appeared, and the bright star river on the polar sky stretched across the ages. No matter how time flies and changes, it has never changed.

Ji yuenian woke up in a trance. She didn't realize until she got down on the wooden couch that the clothes she was wearing were still dark robes with complicated patterns, still cold and smooth satin touch, and still spotless.

In a short moment, Ji yuenian can conclude that this clothing is by no means his magic weapon, but the Yin of heaven and earth in his blood!

This is enough to prove that although I still can't feel the slightest mysterious Qi at this time, the power of blood has not really disappeared, and it is still quietly hidden in unknown places.

The silver moonlight came in and shone on the delicate little face of the white girl sleeping.

She slept with her clothes on the cold and hard wooden stool with a cloth mattress.

It seemed that she noticed the sound, and she opened her eyes slightly. She was seeing the slender figure of Ji yuenian with her back to her, quietly at the door.

The girl in white rubbed her eyes, looked down Ji yuenian's low eyes, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "that's what's around you."

The thing next to the threshold is a sword.

The once white sword, which was like frost and snow, had already been covered with a layer of black dirt, and the bright sword light that was enough to tear the mountains and split the stones also disappeared, replaced by a gray sword handle full of dust.

Ao Li refined the sword for Ji yuenian within the dreamland realm of Luoshui God seal by the power of the last moon spirit remnant realm.

Snow falling sword.

At this time, the frost and snow long sword has disappeared. At first glance, it looks like an iron bar full of rust, dark and matte.