Inside and outside the light shield, two different formations connect the two.

Lin Qinghan, who was sitting cross-legged among the twelve stone statues, was cut off in her mind.

The most important memory in life is disappearing. Although Lin Qinghan has no consciousness at this time, tears are still left involuntarily. It is a kind of sadness spreading.

This process lasts for a long time.

When the sky became completely dark, the light of the formation shrouded by Zhang Xuan completely disappeared.

The empty voice of the old man from the Hong clan sounded, "Zhang Xuan, your love, my Hong clan has presented it. The news about your mother is in this bamboo slip."

In the light curtain, a roll of bamboo simplified into a stream of light, appeared in Zhang Xuan's hands, and landed there steadily.

Zhang Xuan looked down at the bamboo slips in his hand, then looked back at the light curtain. The light curtain in front of him gradually became blurred in Zhang Xuan's eyes, and it became blurred together with the sky-high green mountains.

"Zhang Xuan, your relationship has been cut off. You are leaving quickly. Staying here will only increase the cause and effect."

The empty sound sounded, and the scene in front of Zhang Xuan and his men changed rapidly. Their figures were getting farther and farther away from the sky-high mountain. Under the power of this divine mystery, they could not control themselves. When everything was over, Zhang Xuan and his men had already appeared outside Hongshan, and they could vaguely hear the sound of chanting scriptures.

"Boy Zhang, go."

The spirit transformed by the evil god urged him.

Zhang Xuan nodded, turned around, and stopped looking at Hongshan.

Everyone will make choices in life, and Zhang Xuan is no exception. For most people, what needs to be made is force majeure, but Zhang Xuan doesn't think so.

"Can all memories be cut off?"

Zhang Xuan's figure floated in the air, asking the evil god.

The evil god opened his mouth and thought for a long time before answering Zhang Xuan: "If you want to cut all the memories in the true sense, you need to cut off the root, but the root is not the beginning of memory, but the soul is, so some memories can be forgotten, but there will always be a day when you remember them. In the ancestors, there are different people with amnesia, and suddenly remember everything again one day."

After receiving such an answer, Zhang Xuan smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Through the teleportation array, several people arrived at a small town belonging to the Great Xia Dynasty and moved into an inn.

In the inn, Zhang Xuan sat alone in the room, took out the bamboo slips and opened them. Only four big characters appeared on the bamboo slips.

"Lord Yuanling City!"

Zhang Xuan took a deep breath. It seemed that the Yuanling City was about to leave, and Zhao Ji was also in Yuanling City.

"Boy Zhang, come out."

The voice of the evil god sounded outside the door.

Zhang Xuan stood up and went out, outside the door, the evil god, Quan Dingding and Chessia were all standing here.

"What happened in Yuanling City."

The evil god spoke directly, "Just just now, Yuanling City sent a message to invite all major forces to arrive in Yuanling City in three days. There will be a big event that day. What exactly happened is not said."

Zhang Xuan nodded slightly, then asked, "That Zhao Ji..."                                                       �

The evil god replied directly.

Zhang Xuan was stunned for a moment. Zhao Ji was the Lord of Yuanling City?

Is that the person mentioned on the bamboo slip?

"The so-called major event in Yuanling City must be related to Zhao Ji. This city is not within the scope of the three dynasties. It will arrive in three days and we must set off now. Now major forces are heading to Yuanling City one after another. The dynasty's teleportation array is no longer useful, and we have to rely on ourselves throughout the journey."

"I mean flying all the way?"

Quan Dingding's fat face was full of bitterness.

"What about that?"

The evil god asked a question.

Quan Dingding thought about it, then he saw him walking to Zhang Xuan with a arrogant look on his face, stretched out his hand and patting Zhang Xuan on the shoulder, coughing twice, "That, Xiao Zhang, I have been studying the Great Dao Buddhism recently, and it is not convenient to travel far away. I heard that this treasure trove with chariots, you can buy one and carry this monk. Do you understand?"

Zhang Xuan bent down and bowed, "I understand little."

Regarding Quan Dingding's inner expansion now, Zhang Xuan also happily accompanied Quan Dingding to play. After all, they were all their own brothers, just playing around.

On the Hongshan Mountain, the figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the twelve stone statues suddenly opened its eyes. The originally lively big eyes were full of confusion. She only felt that she had slept for a while, but when she woke up, she felt empty in her heart, as if something particularly important had been lost, but she couldn't remember it.

All the twelve stone statues were shining light from their eyes, covering Lin Qinghan's whole body.

At the foot of Mount Hong, three phantoms of saints appeared and sang in their mouths.

At this moment, golden clouds emerged in the sky, circling the dome of Hongshan, covering the entire Hongshan Mountain.

As the sings of the phantoms of the three saints, golden clouds shone with golden light.

I don’t know how many gazes I have, but I look in the direction of Hongshan at this time.

"My moral golden cloud!"

The Emperor of Daxia Xia Tianhou widened his eyes and seemed a little disobedient. "The moral golden cloud has appeared, and the saint of the Hong clan has awakened!"

The Emperor Yunlei and the Emperor of Holy Dynasty all looked at the place of Hongshan. Everyone knew that the saint of Hong clan was back! “Don’t provoke Zhang Xuan again! The saint of Hong clan awakened, and this involves Zhang Xuan’s cause and effect. The ancestors of Hong clan became saints due to merit. The cause and effect were implicated in this, and Zhang Xuan was protected by the Hong clan!”

All the three dynasties passed on such orders.

At the border of this vast world, a big city with black and white intersecting stars, there was a man standing in the city, looking into the direction of Hongshan. She was wearing a fiery red robe and a delicate figure. The fiery red color on her body seemed out of place with the black and white city.

"The awakening of the saints of Hong clan has some meaning."

The woman made a sound, and the sound was full of charm.

"Report!"

One person fell to his knees in front of the woman.

The woman said without looking back, "Say."

"Report to the city lord, the man refused. He said he wanted to take his wife and daughter away."

"leave?"

The woman sneered, “Is this Yuanling City a place where he will come back if he wants to, and he will leave if he wants to?

He wants to leave?

Why should he leave?

As the successor of the Yuanling Technique, this is his mission! Three days later, he doesn’t want to do it, but he has to be willing!"

After the woman finished speaking, she left with her sleeves.

In the territory of the Daxia Dynasty, there was a carriage in which they were sitting cross-legged like an old monk entering a meditation, muttering something.

Zhang Xuan stared at the bamboo slips in his hand.

Chessia sat quietly beside Zhang Xuan, listening to the evil god talking about Yuanling City.
Chapter completed!