Chapter 470 Two Hundred Years, Do You Know How I Got Here?

Half an hour later.

Zhixi hurried to the top floor of the library.

For a while, she looked at Yang Jiao intently, and pursed her lips slightly:

"Is this the love brain you once told me?"

Yang Jiao smiled brightly and asked:

"For the sake of so-called love, you seek life and death. If you are not a love brain, what else could it be?"

Zhixi was helpless and distressed:

"Seeing that Yan Dan was about to go down to earth and experience calamity, leaving the heaven that has become a place of right and wrong, but I never expected that she would jump off the Wuqiao."

"Fortunately, she was rescued by Ying Yuan. Plus, not far from Wu Bridge is Ye Wangchuan, so entering the mortal world is not a bad thing."

Yang Jiao raised his eyes and said:

"There is a world of life, a land of death, and the land of the dead is called Wangchuan. And because it is always dark in the land of Wangchuan, it is named Night Wangchuan."

"The dead who come here can only enter the underworld, enter the mortal world, and be reincarnated after passing through the River of Forgetfulness and erasing their past lives."

"Then do you think that with Yan Dan's affectionate and unrepentant love mind, the road across the river will really be smooth?"

"Succeeded in forgetting past feelings and reincarnated?"

Zhixi frowned:

"I have read books about the Night Forgetting River. Most people can cross the river that day. Even if a small number of people cannot forget their past soon, it can take anywhere from a few decades to a few hundred years to cross the river. success."

A strange look flashed in Yang Jiao's eyes:

"Anyone who does not cross the Yewang River for nine hundred years will lose his soul and become ashes. Yan Dan should be able to live up to expectations and stay in the Yewang River for eight or nine hundred years."

Zhixi's brows furrowed even deeper, precisely because he understood his sister's temperament, and said hesitantly:

"Should. No."

A hint of deep meaning appeared in Yang Jiao's eyes, and he said softly:

"It doesn't matter. When I healed Yan Dan before, I already had a backup plan. Even if she stays in Yewangchuan for nine hundred years, she won't lose her soul. Maybe she can be reborn and change her past behavior."

A confused look appeared on Zhixi's beautiful face.

Yang Jiao chuckled and said:

"Some things can only be seen through experience. Once you experience it a lot, you will naturally be able to fully understand it. For Yan Dan, Ye Wangchuan is an excellent place to practice."

When Zhixi heard this, she couldn't help but think of the past, and suddenly she seemed to have some realization:

"You are also leaving a trace of spiritual consciousness on Yan Dan, and you plan to teach her how to practice."

Yang Jiao said with great interest:

"In the past, Yan Dan has always been heartless, lazy, and unwilling to make progress. I have no interest in spending more time and teaching about cultivation."

"But now I am the best at making people cut off their love."

Zhi Xi's body froze when she heard this. She really didn't expect Yang Jiao to have such a hobby, and the wick in the knot lamp on the desk shone even brighter.

"Now Ying Yuan went to Yuqing Palace to plead guilty, saying that not only did he commit the crime of forgetting the river at night in private, but he also frankly said that he was emotionally moved and was willing to accept the punishment of love."

Yang Jiao heard this and said calmly:

"Ying Yuan is in the realm of the gods, and emotional punishment cannot save his life. He just wants to punish himself to make his heart feel better."

"Besides, he is not only the emperor of heaven, but also the god of war who protects the peace of the six realms. If any god in the ninth heaven does not respect him greatly, how can he ignore it?"

He paused slightly and said:

"After that, you will definitely have a lively little sister. Then you can practice peacefully in Miaofa Pavilion. I am very much looking forward to it. In the future, after Shi Yuanzun, there will be another female god in heaven."

After hearing this, Zhi Xi's expression relaxed and she couldn't help but let go of her worries.

Yang Jiao nodded again:

"From now on, Ying Yuan will definitely pay attention to the list of people crossing the river on the Yewang River who submitted to the heaven every day. In a few months, you can find the immortal registration official."

Zhixi Psychological God Hui said:

"Don't worry, I will ask the immortal official to forge a list of those who have crossed the river, saying that Ming Yandan has successfully crossed the river."

After Zhixi left, Ranqing appeared and said coldly:

"You really have high hopes for this little fairy."

Yang Jiao looked unmoved:

"That's natural. What I admire the most are people who are unwilling to accept their fate and work hard to make things better."

Ranqing didn't comment, and she also knew that the person in front of her was in the past years because of the short lifespan of the Shura clan, which led to a series of events.

"What do you want to do? When did you become good at helping people break up their love? Besides, don't you know that Ying Yuan and Yan Dan have feelings for each other?"

Yang Jiao asked with deep eyes:

"Don't you know who is the culprit who broke them up?"

Ranqing immediately fell into silence.

Yang Jiao said quietly:

"Moreover, when we were born in heaven and earth, there was more than just love and love. From ancient times to the present, only Tao has existed forever. We have never jumped out of even one part of the world to talk about love or love."

His eyes were dyed green and he sarcastically said:

"Aren't you?"

Yang Jiao admitted openly:

"The same was true for me in the past, but now my realm has been seen through experience, and I have been able to go further and transcend."

"Otherwise, how would you have any chance of resurrection?"

Faced with Yang Jiao, whose strength was becoming more and more unpredictable, Ran Qing felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

I don't want to talk nonsense anymore, I just want to quickly absorb the true nature of the soul in the devil's barrier, and use the spirit lamp to rebuild my body, completely resurrect it, and then rebuild it, and strive to return to the top as soon as possible.

After she had thought about this, the light flashed and returned to the lamp.

Two hundred years later.

On the top floor of the library, a barrier suddenly appeared, and then the soul-binding lamp shone brightly.

At the same time, the night of the Forgetful River.

On an endless ice surface, countless ghosts held a lamp in their hands and kept moving forward on the ice.

These were the many people crossing the river, and they all held a Nether Fire Lamp.

The lamp carried their own memories. When they stepped into the Forgetful River, the lamp would light up. When the memory was forgotten, the Nether Fire Lamp in their hands would go out, and then they would enter the Yellow Spring Road and reincarnate.

On the white ice surface, countless lamps were lit.

Not long after, many Nether Fire Lamp went out, and many ghosts sank under the ice and entered the Yellow Spring Road.

However, somewhere on the ice surface, the previously densely packed ghosts were reincarnated one after another.

But there was still a pretty woman in a white robe, who continued to move forward numbly.

Suddenly, a deep light flashed between her eyebrows, and her eyes regained clarity. Suddenly, her face was full of complex, unbearable and frightened expressions.

The pretty woman's mind moved slightly, and a trace of soul consciousness manifested her own figure in the soul sea

"Yang Jiao, come out, I've had enough of what a dream of a thousand years."

"Two hundred years, do you know how I got here?"

The pretty woman, Yan Dan, was furious in the soul sea.

In an instant, Yang Jiao, wearing a light gray robe and with black hair hanging down, walked out slowly:

"Tsk tsk, seven thousand five hundred and ninety-two generations of sinful debts and love tribulations."

"Yan Dan, you are worthy of it, you are really determined in the Tao."

Yan Dan ignored it and said decisively:

"This fairy art of a dream of a thousand years is a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than the so-called power of the Forgetful River. I've had enough of the love tribulations in it."