After rebirth, the Xuanmen Patriarch was forced to be deified

Three thousand and five hundred years ago, the last tragic battle of Longyuan Kingdom is still vivid in our minds.

It was a fierce battle in which only the blood of the royal family could be used to open the formation of protecting the country in order to fight a bloody path.

In order to seize Zhen'an Pass in one fell swoop, the enemy country sent thousands of evil cultivators to hold a magic ceremony.

They have set up a large formation in a radius of hundreds of miles, and only the blood of the royal family of Longyuan Kingdom can break the formation.

In order to protect Zhen'an Pass from being breached by the enemy, the young general who was not yet a weak crown at that time, the most honorable Ninth Prince of the Royal Family of Longyuan Kingdom, shed the last drop of blood on his body to die for the country.

As the personal guard of the Ninth Prince, the Baiyi Army lives and dies with him.

On that day, the blood of the soldiers in white clothes stained the ground of Zhen'an Pass red.

The price of blood flowing into rivers is the chance of survival for the remaining soldiers, and the prosperity of Longyuan Kingdom for the next few hundred years.

The souls of white-clothed soldiers, following the Ninth Prince who died for the country, will be imprisoned in Zhen'an Pass forever, and will never be reborn forever.

Their souls lingered for a long time, until the last trace of their aura was swallowed up by the national protection formation, and their souls were scattered.

If it wasn't for the appearance of Luo Ji Guoshi at Zhen'an Pass, and because of the other party's help, the white-clothed army would have been wiped out, how could they have survived in this world for more than 3000 years.

It is a pity that there is no news of the Nine Princes of the Royal Family of Longyuan Kingdom, a 16-year-old young general in white who wore a military uniform and fought in all directions.

That is the backbone of the white army, the king in their hearts.

It is the master who accompanied them to fight on the battlefield and shed the last drop of blood.

Recalling the shocking and tragic scene back then, Xiang Jinfei's eyes turned red.

He pursed his lips, tilted his head slightly, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and said in a deep voice, "Don't act rashly, we will go and find out on the day of the elixir auction."

The lord has not appeared so far, this matter is the heart disease of all the soldiers in the white army.

Wu Zhaoyong also regained his sanity a lot, nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "That's the only way to go."

"Let's go back first and inform the others."

"it is good--"

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On the way to Tanting Jiayuan, Pei Jiuye's exclusive motorcade was galloping fast.

Qiao Luoyan and Pei Yinan were in the luxury car in the middle.

Since last night, Pei Yinan has a lot to ask, and now he finally has a chance.

He caressed Qiao Luoyan's smooth hair, and asked softly, "Qiaoer, who are you? The Yan family is really a descendant of Fuxi? Your abilities are getting more terrifying every day. Will there be any sequelae?"

Last night in the ancestral grave, he saw with his own eyes how holy Qiao Luoyan was exuding the golden light, and he also heard her incantation calling for the power of the ancient righteous god Fuxi.

This scene was deeply imprinted in Pei Yinan's mind, making him feel infinitely panicked.

Qiao Luoyan glanced at him, and said in a calm tone: "The Yan family is different from ordinary people, they all have a very unique aura, and they are born with great luck.

Maybe the Yan family is really related to the Fuxi family of the ancient righteous gods. As for my ability, this is something that I can't even figure out. "

Pei Yinan pinched Qiao Luoyan's small earlobe, and her fingertips froze slightly.

He frowned, and frankly expressed the worry in his heart: "You make me feel like I can't catch it. Every day I worry that I won't find you when I open my eyes."

"You still worry about yourself."

Qiao Luoyan stretched out his hand to hold Pei Yinan's wrist, looked at the other's arm filled with evil spirits, and said with a sneer: "If the evil spirits don't disappear within three days, you have to prepare for acupuncture. Pulling out the evil spirits is much more painful than ordinary acupuncture." gone."

Pei Yinan held Qiao Luoyan's hand with his backhand, staring at her with beautiful peach blossom eyes, his eyes were full of passion, which made people fall into it if they were not careful.

Pei Jiuye opened his mouth and said, "If you are the one who gave the needle, no matter how painful it is, I will be happy."

His gentle voice is like the night wind, making people flustered.

Goosebumps almost fell off Qiao Luoyan's body, he shook his body, and said coldly, "You're the one who's going to cry when the time comes."

Pei Yinan was startled, and then laughed lowly.

The laughter was deep and melodious, very sweet.

The two were very close, and the laughter seemed to be right next to Qiao Luoyan's ears.

Pei Yinan leaned on the back of the chair with a noble and elegant posture. His gentle and affectionate eyes made Qiao Luoyan's heart tremble, and his fingers trembled accordingly.

As if she had been electrocuted, she shook off Pei Yinan's hand and looked sideways out the window.

Only after looking at it did they realize that the convoy had already driven into Tan Ting Jia Yuan.

At this moment, the car stopped firmly downstairs.

Wenyou, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned his head and said respectfully, "Master Jiu, Miss Qiao, we're here."

Qiao Luoyan pushed open the car door, got out of the car first, and seemed to be running away.

Pei Yinan followed closely behind, took a few quick steps to catch up with him, and walked into the elevator together holding Qiao Er's hand.

After Qiao Luoyan pressed the button to go to the eighteenth floor, Pei Yinan suddenly asked, "You said you were going back to Haicheng with your uncle and aunt?"

Qiao Luoyan gave a absent-minded hum: "When I refine the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, I'll go to Jingxiao Mountain and try to retrieve my lost memories."

The elevator slowly went up, and Pei Yinan asked seriously: "How many days will you stay? I will arrange things in the capital as soon as possible, and go back with you."

Qiao Luoyan frowned in thought, and said in a cold tone: "During the Spring Festival, you don't have to go back with me. Isn't it good to spend the New Year with your family at home?"

I don't know why, but at this moment, she thought that she didn't want the other party to follow.

This feeling was inexplicable, and she couldn't tell the reason.

Pei Yinan smiled and said, "I spend time with my family every year, and I want to be with you this year."

Qiao Luoyan glanced at him and clicked his tongue softly: "It's up to you."

She looked at the number of words displayed when the elevator went up, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Usually at this time, it has reached the eighteenth floor, but now it is still on the thirteenth floor.

Qiao Luoyan held Pei Yinan's hand tightly, but suddenly it was empty.

When she lowered her head to look, the elevator was plunged into darkness, where she couldn't see her fingers.

Qiao Luoyan's eyes widened slightly, and he called out, "Pei Yinan?"

No one responded to her, and the surrounding air seemed to have fallen into a state of stillness.

Immediately afterwards, there was a ding-dong sound.

The elevator door opened slowly.

The bright light from the corridor shone into the elevator, and the sudden glaring light made Qiao Luoyan squint his eyes subconsciously.

She slowed down for a few seconds, then walked out of the elevator with her brows tightly frowned.

At the ventilation window in the corridor, a burly and dull-looking man stood there.

The tense muscles on the opponent's body caused the clothes that were originally attached to the body to pulsate outward.

Qiao Luoyan narrowed her long and cold eyes, and walked towards the other party.

She asked aloud, "excuse me, which floor is this?"

The voice is cool and thin, revealing a refreshing chill.

The man standing in front of the window turned around slowly, revealing a hideous, blood-drenched face with no specific facial features.

The eyeballs in the strong man's eyes have been detached from the eye sockets, and the vascular tissue is drooping under the eyelids.

This creepy scene looked creepy and made people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

Except for the surprise that flashed in Qiao Luoyan's eyes at the beginning, his expression quickly returned to normal.

The strong man replied mechanically: "This is the eighteenth floor."

"Thank you."

Qiao Luoyan thanked him very politely, and brushed past him.

Her steps were very slow, so slow that she could clearly hear the heavy breathing of the strong man.

The strong, rotten and bloody smell emanating from the opponent's body almost made Qiao Luoyan spit it out.

After walking a few meters away, she could still clearly feel the gloomy gaze of the strong man behind her staring at her, which was bitingly cold.

Qiao Luoyan's exquisite face was slightly gloomy, he held his breath, and walked forward step by step.

At this moment, another figure appeared in front of her eyes.

It was a slender and thin body, wearing a goose-yellow one-piece dress, the hem of the skirt was dyed with dazzling bright red blood.

The woman turned around stiffly and slowly, revealing that she also couldn't see her facial features, and her whole body was covered in blood.

This woman was even worse than the strong man before, with only two-thirds of her slapped face remaining.

The head above the left eye seems to have been cut off with a sharp weapon, and the red and white things in the brain are still coming out.

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