None of the scenes were familiar to her, and naturally they couldn't arouse her expression. She quietly watched the changing scenes, watching a woman who looked very similar to her hugging her and calling her sister, and looking at Nian Nian.

A rose on the table.

Do these scenes have anything to do with her?

It couldn't arouse her senses at all.

Yes, she was completely controlled. Because he was afraid that she would suspect something again this time, Bing placed the heaviest curse on her. As long as this battle was over, he would not care what happened to Qingshi.

Qingshi saw the Emperor's movements, and swung his sword over to block the Emperor's sword, making a dull sound.[

Perhaps out of expectation, perhaps out of shock, the Emperor of Heaven looked at Qingshi in shock. She actually completely ignored the beauty of the past.

Doesn't she care?

Even if her control is great, she will be moved by such a scene, but she can't move even a little bit, so how much is she being controlled?

"Why aren't you sad?" Gritting his teeth, he looked at Qingshi, seemingly asking, but he gritted his teeth with hatred.

Qingshi didn't know the reason, but the blood soul under his hands was suppressed again. The Emperor took a step back and took two big breaths.

"Is there anything in this that should make me sad? I don't know those people at all!" The blood soul suddenly grew to ten meters and chopped it down towards the Emperor of Heaven.

That kind of cruelty and ruthlessness also made the Emperor of Heaven a little afraid.

Qingshi really doesn't want his life.

Bing was looking at his past. The hatred and anger he had felt along the way had completely taken over his mind. His body was inexplicably unable to use magic.

The hatred was obviously getting worse, but the spell seemed to be blocked all of a sudden.

Not far away, there was a fight between Qingshi and the Emperor of Heaven. The sword energy hurt the mirror, making a cracking sound.

With each mirror falling, he becomes angrier and the spell is released bit by bit.

He realized something: "Bluestone, break all the glass!" As long as you don't look at it, as long as you don't think about it, you won't be addicted to it, and your magic will not be restrained. Even if you miss the past, even if you cherish the past, the murderer is here, killing

He left him and went to pay homage to all the clan members who had died.

Qingshi responded, no longer entangled with the Emperor of Heaven, and began to smash the glass crazily.

The Emperor of Heaven was furious, and no one was restraining him at this moment. The long sword was instantly released from his hand, and went straight into Qingshi's body.

pain

Severe pain was felt, and she rubbed her body. The blood soul came out and smashed half of the glass next to Bing.

Bing also recovered a lot of mana and broke all the mirrors showing memories.

In mid-air, the bluestone suddenly fell down and landed on the ground, its body twitching continuously.[

His heart was pierced by an arrow, and something vaguely came out.

Black was knocked back a little by the white light emitted by the sword, and everything in his heart came out.

Those sealed things, those memories of the past, and the helplessness of the past.

The blood dyed the hands red, but it could not dye the black gown red.

The black robe that was stained red by blood in the thirteenth heaven took on a new look in the fourteenth heaven, but it was dyed bright red at this moment.

Bing ignored her and was fighting fiercely with the Emperor of Heaven.

She opened her eyes, looked at the ground, looked at the spreading blood, and raised her finger to touch it.

It's warm.

The sword on his body repels the darkness that enveloped his heart, but when he touched the blood, the sword was pulled out by the Emperor of Heaven.
Chapter completed!