The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

"I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and the west wind sends me spring and autumn with a thought! A day in my life is like a mayfly in my life. I am not as long-lived as you."

Ye Lingtian looked at the stars in the sky silently, as if he was saying that the stars in the eternal night will remain unchanged forever, and he seemed to be answering Feng Huojun.

The moonlight shrouded his figure, lonely and unreal.

"The vegetation in the mountains is green in spring and yellow in autumn, with summer at its peak and winter at its peak. Life seems to be short, but the seasons change and the cycle goes back and forth. The next year, when spring warms and flowers bloom, you can see the colorful flowers."

Feng Huojun looked at Ye Lingtian's back and replied softly.

You are looking at the stars in the sky, and I am looking at your back. The west wind is stranded, and the stars are changing, just like yesterday.

"..."

Ye Lingtian said nothing.

"Do you think there is a similar flower in this world?"

Feng Huojun whispered.

"The moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of me is not the person from the old days. There will be countless similar flowers in the world, but there will never be one flower that is exactly the same."

Ye Lingtian said calmly.

He is Ye Lingtian, the third son of Tianmen.

He is also the prince of Great Wednesday, because the other person's soul memory has been integrated with his.

But after all, he is just him, the passer-by who comes through time and space, and is incompatible with other people's world.

"..."

Feng Huojun's body trembled and he bit his lip, a trace of blood spilled out but he didn't notice it.

"What has passed away has been buried by time, and what cannot come back will never come back. If memory is imprisoned in a cage, strangers will be their final destination."

Ye Lingtian slowly stretched out his hand and touched the starlight.

Suddenly, a pair of cold hands hugged his body tightly from behind, and a burst of fragrance hit him.

Ye Lingtian was slightly startled.

Feng Huojun pressed his face tightly against Ye Lingtian's back and murmured: "A mask can hide a complicated story, but the light in the eyes can break through the confusion."

"The flowers in the world are all variegated. Why do you, the Imperial Preceptor, need to look like you?"

Ye Lingtian pulled Feng Huojun's hands away.

"..."

Feng Huojun looked downcast. At that moment, she suddenly realized that this man was cold all over, and it seemed that his heart was ice-cold.

"Master National Teacher!"

Not long after, Ji Cheng, Xiao Leihen, and Mo Ranyi appeared here holding long swords.

When they saw Feng Huojun being injured, their expressions changed.

"Go!"

Jicheng and Xiao Leihen did not hesitate, unsheathed their swords and immediately attacked Ye Lingtian.

"Get out!"

Feng Huojun raised his eyebrows.

Ji Cheng and Xiao Leihen stopped immediately.

"Since we're here, let's stay together. I can't kill you, Feng Huojun, but I can kill other people."

Ye Lingtian smiled coldly, Tingyu Sword appeared in his hand, and struck Jicheng and Xiao Leihen with the sword.

Ji Cheng and Xiao Leihen's eyes narrowed, and they immediately waved their swords to resist.

boom!

The next second, Jicheng and Xiao Leihen were knocked back by a sword, and the long swords in their hands were cut off.

"Listen to the Rain Sword, Ye Xiao!"

Ji Cheng spoke slowly. Over the years, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had already entered the late stage of Grand Master. However, facing Ye Lingtian's sword, he felt tremendous pressure. This man was a powerful enemy.

Ye Lingtian looked at Ji Cheng indifferently: "The majestic Emperor of Zhou doesn't even have a good sword? Where is Di Yuan?"

The sword ranked number one in the famous sword catalog is located in the Imperial Palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and its name is Emperor Yuan!

Diyuan is the sword of the emperor.

In ancient times, during a battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You, the swords of Xia Yu and Chi You were both broken. An unknown swordsmith in later generations recast the two broken swords, thus creating the divine weapon Di Yuan!

Di Yuan has always been in the palace, and for thousands of years, no one has ever used this sword.

This sword has a spirit and can only be wielded by the peerless emperor who has inherited the destiny. Ji Cheng does not carry this sword, which shows that he is not recognized by Di Yuan.

In the past, the original owner also wanted Di Yuan to recognize him as his owner, but unfortunately he failed.

There may be only one person between heaven and earth who can make Di Yuan recognize him as his master, and that is Lord Feng Huo!

"..."

Ji Cheng held the broken sword and stared at Ye Lingtian with a solemn expression.

"Fellow Daoist Ye Xiao, how about we join forces today to send the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty to death?"

A gloomy voice sounded.

shhhhhh!

Six figures flew over. They were dressed in different costumes, with masks on their faces. Their auras were extremely powerful. They were all late-stage Grand Masters.

"Net, camp of the dead!"

Ye Lingtian looked indifferent and slowly told the origins of these six people.

"Friend Ye Xiao, how about joining forces?"

A killer from Luo Wang looked at Ye Lingtian. With Ye Xiao's name, they naturally knew that the Netherworld Yama Lord and the Tantric Miluo Xing who had previously beheaded him were so powerful that they were extremely fearful.

If they can join forces, Ji Cheng and Feng Huojun will definitely die tonight.

It was rare that the killers from the Rebirth Camp did not attack Ye Lingtian, because at this juncture, if they turned against Ye Lingtian again, they would not have the slightest chance to kill Ji Cheng and Feng Huojun.

Ji Cheng doesn't care whether he lives or lives, but Feng Huojun must die. The existence of this woman is a huge obstacle to their actions.

"Join forces? How can we fight for the brightness of the bright moon when the rotten grass fluoresces? You can do whatever you want, I won't interfere!"

Ye Lingtian smiled sarcastically. He didn't even have the slightest confidence that he could kill Feng Huojun. He wanted to kill Feng Huojun just because of the existence of the six great masters in the later period?

Or was it because Feng Huojun was injured that they found their confidence?

The six grand masters of the two organizations looked at each other.

"Go!"

They stopped talking nonsense, and two of the great masters faced off against Ji Cheng and Xiao Leihen, while the other four great masters went to kill Feng Huojun.

In their opinion, Feng Huojun had been possessed by a demon before and was seriously injured, so now was the best time to kill her.

"..."

Feng Huojun looked at the four people rushing towards her expressionlessly, and saw her take a step forward.

boom!

In an instant, a terrifying force suppressed the world. The bodies of the four great masters trembled, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs, and their bodies could not move him at all.

Feng Huojun reached out his hand and squeezed it gently.

boom!

The four great masters were directly crushed into blood mist.

Stab it!

A faint light flashed in Feng Huojun's eyes, and the Fengming Sword flew out from Mo Ranyi's hand. The other two great masters were directly pierced through the head by the long sword, and they died.

In the blink of an eye, the six late-stage powerful masters were destroyed.

"..."

Ye Lingtian narrowed his eyes slightly. Even if this woman was seriously injured, her fighting power was still incredible. Do you want to kill her? It’s harder than climbing to the sky!

But if I can't kill Feng Huojun, why can't I still touch Ji Cheng?

Ye Lingtian's figure flashed and appeared in front of Ji Cheng, and Tingyu sword suddenly slashed out.

call out!

Feng Huojun stood in front of Ji Cheng in an instant, and a mysterious force blocked Ye Lingtian's sword.

"Ah!"

Ye Lingtian smiled sarcastically.

Feng Huojun whispered: "If he dies, the Great Zhou Dynasty will be in chaos and countless people will be displaced."

"What's with me?"

The strength in Ye Lingtian's hand increased, instantly dissipating the mysterious power, and the cold sword energy slashed straight at Feng Huojun.

"Hey!"

Feng Huojun sighed softly and allowed the sword energy to strike down without any resistance.