She is on Fire at the Apex of Si Ye’s Heart

On his shoulders sat the little girl.

She looked up and looked a little unconvinced: "...You can't help it?"

The monk Xiesi smiled, raised his eyebrows and said: "It's not that there is no way, thanks to not coming too late, we can still go in."

After he finished speaking, a vague image of the divine relic appeared in the void. He stepped on the Buddha lotus, and the golden lotus bloomed under his feet. At the moment when the divine relic was opened, he entered the divine relic.

The golden lotus appearing in the void also disappeared in an instant.

In Fanjing Temple.

The old monk turned the hand of Bodhi Bead for a moment, he raised his head and looked in another direction, his expression was startled: "Uncle Master."

"What happened over there?"

"A few people are playing the fun of children's play house, it's boring."

A group of people passed by without any intention of getting involved.

Wei Cheng picked up the fallen face plate. The word "WEI" was clearly engraved on it. He looked at the young man in front of him in astonishment: "Wei family? Are you also from the Wei family? Which family are you from?"

"literal meaning."

Wei Yan came over and stretched out his hand, "There are so many people named Wei, and that skill may not be available only to your Wei family. If you don't understand, just ask your elder. What do you think this is?" For the exercises he created, he should be the only one who knows the reason, right? Return the things to me."

Wei Cheng was wary of him. Neither he nor the other members of the Wei family were his opponents. If the argument was to end in a lose-lose situation, he would have no choice but to return the face card in his hand to him.

One of the women came over, glanced at the face card he had put in his arms, and said, "I will go back to the family to find out about this matter, but before that, I hope you can show me what you have cultivated." The exercises prove that the exercises you practice have nothing to do with our Wei family, otherwise I still suspect that you have stolen our Wei family's exercises."

"What does the technique I practice have to do with you?" Wei Yan didn't care whether these people were related to him by blood or not. He directly summoned the sword, held it in his hand, raised his wrist lightly, and pointed the sword at her.

"Step aside."

None of the people in the Wei family were his opponents, otherwise they wouldn't be wary of him. The woman who had just spoken to him had an ugly expression on her face, so she could only make way for him and let him go.

Wei Cheng was injured and got better after taking the elixir. He stared at the man's back with a sullen face, still wondering: "What is the origin of that guy?"

Someone speculated: "The exercises he used are similar to those of our Wei family, and his surname is also Wei. Do you think he is a descendant of our Wei family?"

The woman frowned and said coldly: "How is it possible? There are other techniques, but the moves he performed are clearly techniques that can only be practiced by the direct line of our Wei family. Even if this person is a collateral line, he should not practice us. A technique directly linked to the Wei family!"

"Sister Nianqiu, we can't defeat this person. I think we should forget it. When the time comes, go back and ask the elders if everything is clear. This is a divine heritage. If we lose our lives for this person, it's not worth it. .”

Others also said forget it.

Let that person go.

Wei Yan had been pondering the information those people had inadvertently revealed along the way. This technique was created by the Grand Elder, but as far as he knew, the technique he practiced was a technique created by his ancestors of the Wei family.

When he was far away, Wei Yan suddenly stopped. He looked behind him and couldn't even see the figures of those people. He felt a little regretful and forgot to ask them what the name of the grand elder of the Wei family was.

"I remember the things that were put here at the beginning..."

The monk looked around. The little girl sitting on his shoulder hugged her shoulders and asked, "Have you forgotten where you put your things?"

"How could I forget?"

The monk smiled awkwardly, looked in another direction, paused, and said to himself, "It should be over there. It can't be wrong now. Let's go there."

The monk had not walked for long when he suddenly froze, looked in another direction, and became serious: "I seem to feel someone's breath."

"He's here too."

The monk was a little surprised, with an indescribable nostalgia in his heart, he laughed softly, "I haven't seen him for some years, and he is still alive."

The little girl on his shoulder watched too.

"Shenyi is going to be lively..."

Cang Fengyu ignored the forces gathering towards her, looked at the cave entrance of the mountain, and walked in with her eyes closed.

When Bai Xinghuai came back from the gate of trial, he closed his eyes and rested for a while, took the elixir, and then got up and continued to walk deep.

The young man immediately stepped forward, and the maid next to him also stopped. The young man closed his eyes for a while and then opened them again. His face seemed calm, but his voice was mixed with murderous intent: "Did you feel it? That feeling is similar to mine. The aura of Ge appears again."

The maid frowned, searched around, put away her consciousness and said, "Master, you are the child of destiny."

"Of course I am."

The young man felt that the aura of disgust was getting stronger and stronger. He turned around and stared in front, and said, "But now there is a voice telling me that if I don't kill him, I will not be able to become the real child of destiny. One day He will take my place one day."

Those with similar fates.

He could sense people with similar fates to him. Perhaps for them, they were born enemies, and only one of them could survive in the end.

But it is obvious that the child of destiny should not have someone with the same fate as him. In a period, there will only be one child of destiny.

Bai Xinghuai walked for a while and suddenly stopped. He looked ahead, and the intensity in his heart instantly turned into calm when he saw the other person.

The two looked at each other.

The maid also noticed something unusual. At least she could see from that man that he was as lucky as the young master!

The young man looked at him with a smile and cold eyes and said, "When I asked why I feel like this recently, it turns out it's because of you."

"What a coincidence, so am I."

Bai Xinghuai took out the weapon and held it in his hand. Even when the two met for the first time, they knew their respective identities, because the strong feeling of disgust and rejection made them have to fight.

The maid beside him wanted to intervene, but the young man scolded her and told her to move away. He stepped forward to challenge himself: "Let me kill him!"

A beam of light suddenly shot straight into the sky.

Everyone in Shenyi couldn't help but raise their heads and look to the sky. Looking at the vision above, they suddenly understood and said to themselves: "Someone has recovered the memory of his previous life. It won't be long before he will recover his previous life!"

"Who has restored the memory of his past life?!"

"Is it the Son of God from the Wuji Temple?"

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"Didn't you say your direction was right?"

After the two people who had been walking around for a long time stopped, the little girl looked back suspiciously at the bald monk wearing monk's robes.