Seeing that Cang Ningjing still looked calm and calm, Qin Miaomiao became angry and said with full of malice: "Don't you value your body and your cultivation the most?"
"Don't you think that if you die, you will be dead? I will seal your soul and let you watch your body being destroyed and your cultivation lost, but there is nothing you can do about it. That must be very interesting."
Cang Ningjing's face finally changed a little, she frowned and said, "Senior sister, why are you doing this?"
Qin Miaomiao laughed and said: "What's the matter? That's it!"
This part of the memory ended abruptly, and Xiao Yifeng was thoughtful.
It seems that the roots of the Corpse God Tree connect their souls together?
Xiao Yifeng's consciousness seemed to be pulled by the Corpse Divine Tree, and the scene changed again, bringing him into a completely different world.
He was on the top of a towering snow-capped mountain, surrounded by a pure white snowfield.
In the vast snow and fog, a little girl stood alone on the top of the snow mountain, wearing thin clothes, like an elf in the snow, blending into the ice and snow world.
She practiced steadfastly in the wind and snow, and the snowflakes continued to fall around her, but they did not disturb her at all.
Her eyes were cold and empty, and her whole body seemed to be enveloped in a faint layer of cold air.
Behind her, stood a tall and burly man, his eyes closely watching the little girl's every move.
The man was wearing a black robe, with a resolute and determined face, like the ruler of this ice and snow world.
The two of them remained silent and motionless, as if time had frozen on top of this cold mountain.
Only the wind and snow kept flying, falling on the two of them, falling on the little girl's thin long skirt, and covering the man's gorgeous black robe.
Xiao Yifeng's heartbeat seemed to freeze with this strange scene, and she couldn't help but take a breath.
He has seen this scene before!
Under the dark Wuxiang Temple Demon Suppression Tower, he had seen it when he, Mo Yao and others were involved in Leng Xiqiu's spell when they went down to the Demon Suppression Tower.
But he didn't understand why these images appeared here.
Is Leng Xiqiu also here?
Xiao Yifeng's consciousness continued to shuttle through this strange memory, and another scene in his memory unfolded before his eyes.
The picture is of a bustling street. The little girl's hand is held tightly by a beautiful woman, and the two of them are walking through the crowded crowd.
The streets are busy with traffic on both sides, and the neon lights are as bright as day. The whole street is full of busy atmosphere, with people coming and going in a hurry.
However, the little girl's eyes were wandering, and her face was filled with confusion and strangeness, revealing a sense of loneliness and hesitation.
She seemed to be in another world, out of tune with the hustle and bustle around her. She didn't know what to do in this strange environment.
The beautiful woman knelt down and stared at the little girl with concern, and asked gently: "Qiu'er, why do you look unhappy?"
The girl's mood was obviously very complicated. She looked around with nostalgia, and then forced out a smile.
"Mom, you took me out for a long time. Dad will be unhappy. It's time for me to practice."
The woman looked sad, hugged her into her arms, and said distressedly: "Qiu'er, you are not a puppet, you have your own freedom."
Something strange flashed in the little girl's calm eyes, and then she hugged her back gently and said, "Really?"
When the woman heard this, she seemed to have made up her mind. She gritted her teeth and picked up the little girl and left.
"Really! I'll take you out of the Star Temple!"
But the screen turned again, and the beautiful woman was lying in a pool of blood, motionless, her eyes still looking at the little girl with nostalgia.
The burly man stood there like a giant mountain next to the woman's body, his expression cold and his words as cold as frost.
"Leng Xiqiu, you are the next Saint of the Star Temple, my daughter, and the destined Holy Master."
"You don't need a mother, you don't need affection, you don't need any emotion, it just makes you vulnerable."
"This time, I thought you were taken away by her under coercion. If I don't kill you, I won't be able to spare you next time."
Tears fell from the corners of the little girl's eyes, and she asked sadly: "Don't I need any emotions?"
The man nodded and said: "Yes, remember, anyone who stands in front of you will only die!"
The little girl looked at him with hatred and asked every word: "Then if you block my way, can I kill you?"
The corners of the burly man's mouth curled up, and then he smiled and said, "Of course! Only if you have the ability!"
After saying that, he mercilessly knocked the little girl away with one palm. She hit the wall and was bruised all over.
He said coldly: "This is your punishment for not overestimating your abilities and speaking nonsense. If you don't have enough strength, don't speak cruelly."
The little girl fell to the ground and had no idea how many bones were broken, but she still managed to get up slowly.
She glanced at the woman's body with nostalgia and limped out.
"where you go?"
"Practice!"
The man couldn't help but laugh, seemingly satisfied with her answer.
The scene moved quickly, and a long black dress was thrown in front of a woman.
The woman had waist-length black hair and a stunning appearance. However, she had an indifferent expression on her face, as if she was indifferent to everything around her.
The man sat on the throne, and a cold voice came: "This is the Black Lotus Clothes, a semi-artifact, but it has the potential to grow."
"When you reach the peak of Mahayana, it should gradually be promoted to a divine weapon, and you will be even more powerful by then."
The woman remained silent. She stared at the black dress, picked it up, and then turned and left without saying a word.
Xiao Yifeng looked at the stunning woman with an indifferent expression and was completely confused.
Leng Xiqiu?
The picture suddenly stopped at this moment, as if it was stopped by something, and then the memory picture that appeared changed back to Cang Ningjing's memory picture.
Looking at Cang Ningjing's memory picture that reappeared, if he hadn't been so impressed by what he just saw, he couldn't help but wonder if he had seen it wrong.
But Xiao Yifeng can no longer forget what he just saw. It is definitely Leng Xiqiu's memory!
Why did Leng Xiqiu's memory appear here and be read by his own destiny?
Is Leng Xiqiu really here?
But within the roots of the sacred tree, the only person besides himself was Cang Ningjing's corpse.
Thinking of this, he suddenly had an idea.
Cang Ningjing?
Leng Xiqiu!
But at this moment, he had no time to think too much, because the Corpse Divine Tree was completely angry at this moment.
This shabby sacrifice doesn't absorb spiritual energy or blood, so why should I use you?
It increased the suction power and made up its mind that if it couldn't suck it anymore, it would crush this guy!
Xiao Yifeng felt the murderous intention with the help of the hand of fate. He did not dare to think about it anymore, quickly put aside his distracting thoughts, and used all his strength to activate the hand of fate with the Fateful Reincarnation Technique.
