Next to the tributary of Wangchuan, Qing Chi half-knelt down weakly.
She lowered her head and let out endless mournful weeps, showing unprecedented weakness.
The youth of the past, the ignorant and youthful, like the hidden joy and dependence of the buds that first bloomed, was like a sand painting swept away by the wind, dissipating little by little.
The unforgettable dependence on life and death, the oath that transcends life and death, and the emotional shock of co-life and death imprinted into the soul like a soldering iron are all like flames being extinguished, leaving only a cold emptiness.
These are the past of her and her sweetheart, the understanding and experience of love, all of which were abandoned by Qingchi.
She had to do this, and only by doing so could she go and save her sweetheart.
"I want to save you, even at this price...... I forgot you, I don't love you anymore!"
Yellow dust gradually appeared on Luo Si's body.
"Can't you suppress it?" His face changed slightly.
He had been fighting with the Earth Demon Filthy God for so long, but in fact he had paid an extremely heavy price. The injury that had been suppressed with all his might finally broke out.
And this time, he could no longer do anything, so he could only let his injuries develop and petrify him into a clay pottery figure.
But his mind was not on himself, but on Ning Zhuo.
"Impossible!"
"General Qing has sacrificed so much and took the initiative to take out so many memories as bait."
"Why, why can't you catch the young master?!"
Ross was very puzzled.
This is a huge misunderstanding!
Ning Zhuo played Jiao Ma, not his original appearance, which made Luo Si misunderstand. Qing Chi has been misidentifying.
How could she use her memory and feelings for Jiao Ma to catch Ning Zhuo?
"Damn it, time has dragged on for so long, if this continues, even if the young master is rescued ashore, his memory will disappear completely and he will become a blank child."
Thinking of this, Ross shouted: "Young master! It's better to take the initiative to discard your memories, reduce the burden and weight for yourself, and then let General Qing carry you ashore!"
When the monk's consciousness falls into the tributary, it will be washed away and submerged, but the sound will not.
Ning Zhuo was immersed in the river, his ears moved slightly, and he vaguely heard Luo Si's shout.
"Let me take the initiative to forget?"
"No, no......"
"There is nothing that can be forgotten, if I forget these, am I still me?"
The Wangchuan River was about to wash away his memories and feelings, while my Buddha's Heart Demon Seal was suppressing his soul and resisting the power of Wangchuan.
Memories and emotions are stimulated and emerge one by one, vivid like never before.
Ning Zhuo was unwilling.
"In the Fire Persimmon Mountain, the plan to seek the Lava Immortal Palace has only been carried out halfway."
Ning Zhuo was indignant.
"The enemy who caused the death of my parents has not yet been found, and I still have a great revenge to be avenged!"
Ning Zhuo is afraid.
"If I forget the memory of getting along with my mother, how can my mother be resurrected? In this world, I am the only one left."
Ning Zhuo is nostalgic.
He thought of Sun Lingtong, fighting side by side with the boss countless times.
He thought of Linghu wine, and the flowers of friendship bloomed in the valley of ten thousand medicines.
He thought of Mulan, who was his nominal wife. He was in the two countries of Zhu, and he still had merit rewards that he did not receive.
He thought of the crusade of Qianfeng Forest, how magnificent that iron flow was in the flat river.
He thought of how exciting it was to wear the blue iron armor, gallop like the wind with Sun Lingtong in the sky, and compete with the Golden Eagle.
He thought of Zhu Xuanji, Ning Jiufan, Lin Shanshan, the Five Elements God Lord, Liu Guanzhang, and Qing Jiaojun.
When he thought of Qing Chi, finally, the deepest and most obscure emotions in his heart became turbulent and surging, and they were no longer hidden.
Ning Zhuo ...... Shame!
"I'm not really Jiao Ma, it's just a coincidence, or it may be the impetus of the heavenly weather in the human world."
"Qing...... I shouldn't have deceived her. But I never found the right time to confess to her!"
"Also, mother......"
Meng Yaoyin.
When Ning Zhuo saw the paper man colossus at the south gate of the White Paper Immortal City, it was his mother's appearance, when he heard from the mouths of the White Paper Immortal City Lord, Wen Nephorium, etc.,
Hearing the praise for Meng Yaoyin and the benevolent and kind deeds his mother had done, Ning Zhuo felt ashamed.
"I am my mother's child, but I am not like her, doing good deeds and doing good deeds, even after many years away from the White Paper Immortal City, there are still people who praise her and even make a statue of her."
"But ......."
"But I'm just a thief, a little thief."
What kind of existence does his mother have to him?
It is countless gentle touches, gentle encouragement, heartfelt expectations, dying expectations, and even if it becomes an institution, it will do its best to cover it until the spirit disappears.
"I want to save my mother, even if her soul does not exist in the world."
"I want to trace the traces she left in the world."
"I strongly want to know her and know her better."
"What kind of person is my mother?"
When Ning Zhuo came to the White Paper Immortal City, he got the first answer to this question.
Meng Yaoyin was the paper man colossus standing tall, a monument in the White Paper Immortal City. Without her help, the White Paper Immortal City might have collapsed long ago, and the unity of the ghost race and the human race was even more important to her edification.
In order to completely eradicate the crisis of the White Paper Immortal City, she cooperated with the gray bone old man to tap out the power of the Xuansu scholar and lay out for decades to welcome the variables in the sun and become the real savior.
"There is no doubt that my mother is a hero!"
"The son of a hero, but is he a thief? Will it be a thief?"
The expectant gaze of Li Leifeng and Zhu Xuanji reappeared in front of his eyes.
Ning Zhuo is no longer the forbearance boy he used to be.
In the fruit grove at the foot of the fire persimmon mountain, the fire persimmons that grow silently by absorbing magma and geothermal heat only wait for the self-detonation when they ripen and land.
Ning Zhuo has walked out of the fire persimmon mountain in his heart.
He is no longer the fire persimmon that has endured for several years and only wants to be martyred in an instant.
He came to the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, took on criticism, doubt, and appreciation under the gaze of the public, and finally became a divine seed of the five elements.
He participated in the War of the Two Zhu Kingdoms, and his military skills made the seeds grow, sweeping away the narrow-mindedness, and full of grandeur and courage.
He came to the dark marsh of Yin Tide, looked up at his mother's colossus, and gladly accepted his mother's arrangement and the heavens of the sun.
He wants to follow the shadow of his mother, from the deepest impulses of the child's heart, to imitate the behavior of his parents.
"The son of a hero, you shouldn't be a thief anymore!" He was ashamed and unbearable, and the plan to become a savior was presented to him at this moment.
It's like a ray of sunshine shining on the seeds buried in the ground at the most appropriate time.
This is an opportunity.
It is the gift of fate, the arrangement of his mother, or the way for Ning Zhuo to solve his shame head-on, and it is the salvation that he can be proud and dignified in the sun from now on!
He has already walked out of that fire persimmon mountain!
He has the realm of the five elements, has magnificent courage, yearns for light, has pity for misery, and has remembrance of virtuousness.
It's like a seed germinating, sticking out the most tender sprouts, chasing sunlight.
So, such Ning Zhuo jumped into the whirlpool without looking back!
He was a traitor and racked his brains to make the right choice possible.
He went through the dangers of life and death, and after several twists and turns, he tried his best to find the tiniest opportunity in the cracks.
He finally ascended the altar and got the heavenly ghost skull!
He was swept away by the tributary of Wangchuan and fell into a desperate situation.
Forget the lord of Chuanchuan!
How could it be such an easy existence to deal with?
He is the king of a country, a god-level, the master of the Wangchuan underworld, and a ghost who has planned a hundred years as a path!
Even though he was calculated, besieged from all directions, lost one thing and the other, and was greatly restrained, he still relied on his strategy, his combat power, and his will to hold on until the last moment.
Squeeze yourself to the extreme and fight to the end.
The nest of Wangchuan Immortal City was on fire, and the earth demon was distracted even more......
The losses were heavy.
But with the final layout, Lord Wangchuan was still able to put Ning Clumsy to death!
How could he be the only one who suffered heavy losses?
Silent Ghost Monk, Painted Skin Rakshasa, Ghost Fire Mansion Lord Yin Nine Candles...... There is also Luo Si, whose whole body is covered in loess, and is rapidly transforming into a clay figure.
He was immobilized.
Qingchi knelt on his knees, held the fishing rod tightly with both hands, and turned all the memories and emotions about himself and Jiao Ma into bait.
Her heart seemed to be bleeding, and she had to make the most cruel decision for herself.
"Give up your memory first and do your best to preserve my feelings for Xiao Ma!"
"Even if ...... I completely forgot Xiao Ma, and I also have this strong feeling, let me persevere to the end and save him ashore!!"
Qing Chi's tearful eyes were blurred, and he looked at Ning Zhuo who was sinking to the bottom from a distance, and cried out sadly.
"Xiaoma, Xiaoma......"
"You come back quickly."
"Get rid of those useless memories and emotions, even our ......"
"As long as you live, anything is fine. Even if you forget me."
Lord Wangchuan is far away in Wangchuan Immortal City, but he has a panoramic view of everything.
He stared at Ning Zhuo in the tributary as he tried his best to mobilize the Mingjiao scissors.
The glow in his eyes flickered, and he had a new understanding: "You are too persistent, little ghost, and too superficial. Do you think the heavens of the human world arranged for you to come just to deal with me?"
"No, He is arranging for you too!"
"The river of forgotten rivers is a river of washing sins, and He uses my hands to soak you, wash away your sins, and let you change your mind and gain another life."
Ning Zhuo was still trying his best to fight against Wangchuan Washing.
"Qingchi, Luo Si......"
He could hear Luo Si's cry and Qing Chi's sorrowful cry, but he stubbornly refused to relax at all.
Ning Zhuo did not really refine my Buddha heart demon seal, he was just building a foundation and cultivating his foundation, and he was far from qualified.
He could only do his best to support and use the power of the magic weapon, but he couldn't put it in and out freely.
He was very worried that if he let go a little, he would collapse from point to point.
One more point......
"If you want to be a hero, do you have to forget the past?"
"Not to mention that you have forgotten, can it mean that you have the qualifications to wash away your sins and start over......"
"Even if that's the case, I don't want to do it!"
Because even if I am a thief, it is me.
That's my way of survival.
That's where I came from.
I will never deny my past, even if it is humble, ugly, dark, and unbearable.
"My Buddha's heart demon seal, keep going for me!" Ning Zhuo was determined and unwavering.
If it is the mainstream of Wangchuan, then he has already taken other measures. But this is a tributary, and without the presidency and supplementation of the Lord of Wangchuan, it is the source of no roots.
The tributaries of the Wangchuan River will also be consumed.
In order to fight against the ice coffin in its body, it has already suffered a lot of loss. At this moment, if you want to wash away Ning Zhuo, you are also being consumed by the power of my Buddha's heart demon seal.
"I'd rather drain you!" Ning Zhuo is highly motivated.
He wanted to be worthy of his mother, and he didn't want to forget any memories related to Sun Lingtong.
And at this moment, his sinking momentum came to an abrupt end, and then he was pulled up by the fishing hook, and his whole body was lifted up a small part.
"Huh?!" In an instant, Lord Wangchuan's expression changed drastically.
Luo Si was overjoyed: "Fishing skills are finally working!"
Qingchi's face was no longer just pain and sadness, but also added a touch of joy: "All kinds of sacrifices are worth it."
It turns out that the memory of her efforts has come to the nearest time.
All kinds of memories about the defense of the White Paper Immortal City were experienced by her and Jiao Ma (Ning Zhuo).
These memories are effective for Ning Zhuo himself.
Qing Chi's joy immediately dissipated, and a confused mist rippled in the depths of his eyes.
"I...... Where?"
"What am I doing?"
"Save someone, why should I save him?"
Even though she lost all her memories, the feelings she deliberately retained were abundant and strong.
Save him, you must save him, even if you lose this life!
Qing Chi raised his arm vigorously and slowly dragged Ning Zhuo up.
Forgotten River Immortal City.
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"Don't think about it!! Lord Wangchuan roared, at this moment his face was fierce and extremely nervous, and he no longer had the calm demeanor of the lord of a mansion.
Ning Zhuo was holding the skull of the Heavenly Ghost in his hand, if he was rescued because of this, Lord Wangchuan's century-old plan would be completely destroyed.
Lord Wangchuan will never sit idly by and watch this happen!
For a while, he tried his best to mobilize the Mingjiao scissors.
His bead string had been completely broken, but the ice coffin in the tributary of Wangchuan had a thin layer left.
Wangchuan Fujun's previous hard work still paid off.
The Mingjiao scissors in the ice coffin were already ready to move, transmitting their power to the outside of the ice coffin.
If the main body of Lord Wangchuan is here, he will definitely be able to easily recover this important weapon of the country, so as to behead Ning Zhuo and other small thieves in one fell swoop!
But at this moment, Lord Wangchuan is far away in the Immortal City of Wangchuan. Even the men and horses he sent out as soon as possible to rush to the altar battlefield have not yet arrived at this moment.
He could only transmit his divine consciousness and mana through the heavens and the earth, causing the Mingjiao scissors from a distance.
The formation was already very broken, but the core part was well preserved. The Altar Battlefield is the core, allowing the influence of Lord Wangchuan to be conveyed.
The Mingjiao scissors shook violently, and the scissors emitted a ghostly glow, holding up to a layer of ice coffins around them, and slammed into Ning Zhuo, who was drowning in the tributary.
"Not good!" Luo Si exclaimed in his heart.
His whole body was covered with heavy clay, leaving only a little bit of his original face left.
Ning Zhuo didn't see the Mingjiao scissors attacking.
He turned his back to the ice coffin.
In the water of the Wangchuan River, the divine consciousness does not work, it cannot be covered separately at all, to be precise, it will be washed away immediately.
Ning Zhuo fully supported my Buddha Heart Demon Seal, and he had no time to take care of himself, even if he manipulated the suspension of human life and conveyed a message or two to Qing Chi, he couldn't do anything.
At this moment, he was reduced to fish and meat, and was slaughtered.