On a mountain peak of qingluan nationality, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and clouds are shrouded.

Here, the laughter, the crowd moving, very lively.

The children of other nationalities and qingluan's children are in the prime of their lives. The men are dignified and the women are as beautiful as immortals.

It's not like a party, it's more like a blind date.

Isn't this the intention of the ancestors to bring them here? Marriage with qingluan people will be of great benefit in the future.

As a princess, qingluan is also there, and is the focus of attention of the children of all ethnic groups. The ancestors of each family gave the death order: marry qingluan.

To put it bluntly, it is political marriage, a common means of family.

However, the ancestors of each family are doomed to pick the wrong target.

Qingluan came, which can not be less Ming Jue, come up and take qingluan, "which cool, which stay to go, she is mine."

OK! Once this was said, the children of all ethnic groups were embarrassed.

It's impossible to marry qingluan. Mingjue is a cruel man. Even if the emperor is to be killed, who dares to rob his daughter-in-law with him.

They are afraid that the task given by their ancestors will not be completed, but they can be excused because the background of the other party is too frightening.

"That's right." Mingjue sipped his hair.

"There are so many people, can you be more subtle." Qingluan pushed the goods away. The woman was shy and blushed.

"I'm sorry." Ming Jue hey smile, thieves like to see qingluan blush, that Jiao didi appearance, is very cute.

Qingluan white his eye, a pair of beautiful eyes only stare at a woman.

The woman, sitting there alone, drinking quietly, with a cold look on her face, failed to make conversation.

This woman, she certainly did not see, but very familiar.

"She's a Zifeng princess." Next to a child of qingluan nationality, he said with a smile, "it's the first time that I've been granted 300 years."

"Princess Zifeng." Qing Luan, as like as two peas, recalled the ancient things of the heavens, "how can they be exactly the same as those produced by purple Xuan."

"Because he is Zixuan." Leisurely laughter rings in qingluan's ear, and ye Chen falls from the sky like the wind.

Ye Chen's arrival, let the children on the mountain, one after another look.

This is a cruel man. He slaughtered two emperors and created a myth, which has been spread all over the world.

He, let them witness... What is the myth of living.

The ancient holy body, invincible at the same level, is destined to suppress this era, and his legend is also destined to lead an era.

Ye Chen directly ignores people's eyes and only looks at reincarnated Zixuan.

Goodbye to that face, a picture, showing the mind, outlined into the past: she, once his puppet, accompanied him to practice, through the difficulties.

Her real identity is a remnant of the Donghua empress.

When the demon invades, it is Zixuan and the Dragon Lord, who block the two strikes of the emperor of heaven and the spirit of Chu, and perishes.

Up to now, he still remembers the scene of Zixuan's blood emptiness.

As the soul of the empress, she did not insult the emperor's prestige.

Chu ling'er also came. Seeing ye Chen's look, it's not hard to guess... The purple Phoenix Princess is the reincarnation, Zixuan of the previous life.

Chu ling'er's beautiful eyes like water can't help being confused.

In the previous life, the same is to save Ye Chen. Zixuan takes a step ahead of her, and then she dies in the hands of the devil.

Compared with him two people, the mood of Angelica dahurica is more excited.

She knew better than anyone how much Emperor Huang missed the empress.

How many late at night, her master was in a daze in front of the portrait of the empress Donghua, and the supreme one of all generations even shed tears.

Now, if you find the female emperor's remnant soul, the emperor will be happy.

Even though she is not the empress, she has the appearance of the empress, and she must inherit the love of the empress and love the emperor dearly.

"Reincarnation?" Qingluan looks at Ye Chen tentatively.

"As you said." Ye Chen smile, smile of vicissitudes.

"It's not like that." He looked at several people with consternation.

"A happy look." Ye Chen smiles, has walked past, and very consciously, sat opposite Zixuan.

Her face, the same as the previous life, or so peerless, beautiful suffocating, more than other women.

All the children on the mountain looked at the past. So many people failed. They also wanted to see if ye Chen could succeed.

Don't say, Zixuan's drooping eyes raised for the first time.

And ye Chen eyes staggered for a moment, a sense of familiarity leisurely and born, good where have seen, but can not remember.

"You are ye Chen?" After a moment, Zixuan moved away her eyes and continued to drink with her eyes still indifferent.

After three hundred years of sealing, the first time it was unsealed, she heard most about ye Chen. She had seen Ye Chen's portraits.

It's not surprising to see a real person this time. It's not that she's not shocked, but she's been dust laden for three hundred years.

"What kind of blood are you?" Ye Chen rubbed his eyes hard. Just a second ago, he was peeping at the origin of Zixuan, but he was shaken to see the origin of Zixuan. His strong blood was extremely ancient."Is that enough?" Chu Ling came forward and twisted him. Since Zixuan was Zixuan, he was released. There was so much nonsense.

"Just one word. I'm still jealous." Ye Chen laughed and passed on the voice to qingluan, "take the others away from here."

Qingluan understands, as if knowing what ye Chen is going to do. The next picture is not convenient for outsiders to see.

"Let's go and enjoy the flowers." The girl whispered a smile.

As a result, she would have gone first, and many of her children were not stupid. It was obvious that she would not die here.

The mountain is so vast that only Chu ling'er, Angelica dahurica and ye Chen are left, as well as Zixuan who is still drinking.

Leaf chenbu under a layer of jiejie, this is the sacrifice of the immortal light.

Fairy Light is very fast and illusory. Zixuan doesn't respond to it. She is buried in the heart of her eyebrows and goes straight to her deep sea of gods.

At that time, Zixuan's body trembled, and the wine cup on her mouth fell off and fell on the stone table. It was very crisp.

Her face, too, became painful and her mind blurred.

The memory of the past life and this life, entangled together and fused with each other, will become a new memory, which is reincarnation.

Chu Ling frowned, angelica also frowned, the first time to see reincarnated people unsealed, did not know so painful, let people can not bear.

"In a moment." Ye Chen smile, this picture he saw more, since also used to, in the bearing range.

memory of Xian Guang is very awesome this time. There is no such thing as Ji Yan frost, sunset face and Chu Xuan.

Sure enough, after a short while, Zixuan's painful look was gradually relieved, and the confusion of her beautiful eyes gradually turned into water mist.

When the seal was untied, all the old memories came back: her name was Zixuan, the remnant soul of Donghua empress. She was once a puppet in hengyuezong. She accompanied Ye Chen to practice, and the demons entered.

"More than 300 years. Welcome back." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"You... Ye Chen?" Zixuan's eyes were full of disbelief.

"It's me." Ye Chen smile slightly, "big Chu has reincarnation, you reincarnate, from that day, already 300 years."

Ye Chen, as he spoke, offered his divine consciousness, carrying many explanations and pictures of his hometown.

Zixuan cried, the water mist in her eyes condensed into frost, gushed out of her eyes, covered her beautiful cheeks, and her eyes were whirling with tears.

Rao is the remnant soul of the empress, who is also shocked by the so-called reincarnation.

In this world, there is a reincarnation. A big reincarnation is a dream. Her last memory is fixed in the sky of Da Chu, which blocks the attack of the demon emperor for ye Chen.

Ye Chen didn't let her down. The war had already spread all over the world, and 300 years later, he slaughtered the emperor and wrote a myth.

"But remember me." Chu Ling handed the handkerchief with a smile.

"I remember." Zixuan has tears in her smile. She was once a puppet of Ye Chen, but how could she not know her favorite woman.

"I've met my teacher." Angelica dahurica comes forward, salute respectfully.

Her gift, let the tearful Zixuan, immediately stunned.

She has just recovered her memory, and her mind is dizzy. Now she is more confused. Shiniang? This is... Where's the teacher.

"My master... Is the emperor's famine." Angelica dahurica light language a smile.

"Emperor famine?" Hearing this name, Zixuan suddenly got up, Jiao's body was tight, and she looked at Angelica dahurica without strabismus.

"Emperor Huang's ancestors are still alive. After their death, they went to the underworld." Ye Chen explains, "you can see you again."

Zixuan cried again.

Accident, too unexpected, a surprise by surprise.

As Bai Zhi thought, she is the empress's remnant soul, also inherits the empress's love, also like the empress general, loves the emperor's famine.

She thought that she would never see Emperor Huang again, but who would have thought that Emperor Huang was still alive. This surprise was quite untrue.

"Shi Niang, Bai Zhi also cried

Zixuan hurriedly wiped her tears, saying that the teacher's wife was extremely sweet.

But she knows that the voice of Bai Zhi is not calling her, but calling the empress. She has the shadow of the empress.