Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

But at this moment, his true feelings told Jiang Zhige that he was not dreaming or falling into an illusion.

Everything around him was real, he was still in Baishu Mountain, and Lu Tianjiao was also killed by him.

Before Jiang Zhige could accept the reality, a sudden vibration came from the tomb not far away.

Jiang Zhige's expression changed slightly. Although he was far away, he seemed to be able to hear Nangong Rou's urgent cry for help.

Jiang Zhige didn't care about anything else and quickly ran towards the tomb.

But when he ran to the entrance of the tomb, he was blocked by an invisible formation.

I don't know where the formation came from. With Jiang Zhige's cultivation, it is basically impossible to break through this formation on his own.

"What's going on?!"

Jiang Zhige's eyes were bloodshot, did he want Nangong Rou to leave him again?

Jiang Zhige tried every method, including blasting with talismans, slashing with spiritual swords, or hitting with his body. Unfortunately, no matter what, it had no effect on the formation's defense.

"Rou'er..."

The despair almost suffocated Jiang Zhige. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, and he beat the ground feebly.

"Why, why do you do this to me?"

"If this is a dream, then wake up quickly?!"

Jiang Zhige didn't understand why he returned to Baishu Mountain again and why he killed Lu Tianjiao?

Why did the tomb, which was originally free of any danger, shake and even have such a powerful protective formation?

"Dream? You are just a beggar, but you are able to find a lovely sister who trusts you unconditionally. You even become a celestial being and meet a master who takes good care of you. Isn't your past a dream?"

Hearing these words, Jiang Zhige woke up suddenly and began to doubt his life.

The other party was right, he was a beggar, how could he have a sister who was extremely dependent on him, how could he be brothers with the true disciple of the Immortal Sect, how could he have an elder of the Immortal Sect care so much for him?

"Things in the world are uncertain, and life is like a dream. What is virtuality and what is reality?"

"Jiang Zhige has never been admitted to the Immortal Sect. He is only a little beggar who froze to death in a ruined temple."

"What you hear and see is just a dream!"

Jiang Zhige's face turned pale, and all the past events appeared in his mind like a revolving lantern.

In the winter seven years ago, he had no food to eat and no clothes to protect him from the cold. It was understandable that he, a nine-year-old beggar, froze to death.

Maybe everything in Tianyun Pavilion is just a beggar's fantasy before he froze to death.

Ning Qiushui, Yao Qianji, Lu Tianjiao, these people do not exist at all.

The next moment, Jiang Zhige raised his head and shouted angrily: "Where is the monster? How dare you break my Taoist heart?"

The rest of the people can indeed make him suspicious, but Nangong Rou cannot be his fantasy.

In the snowy field, Nangong Rou blocked the snow with her body and led Jiang Zhige forward with difficulty, unwilling to abandon him until her death.

In Baihu Mountain, Nangong Rou wiped out the escape talisman and resolutely stood in front of Jiang Zhige, just to live and die with him.

Even if thousands of years pass, Jiang Zhige will never forget those words of brother.

The sky was silent for two seconds, and then there was a burst of horrifying low laughter.

Jiang Zhige's face was gloomy and he was about to ask a question when an unprecedented power suddenly surged out of his body.

It wasn't spiritual power, and he didn't know where it came from, but in an instant his energy surpassed the spiritual realm.

Jiang Zhige was stunned for a moment, then reacted and raised his sword to slash at the defense formation that was originally difficult to shake.

There was just a crisp sound, and the formation protection shattered inch by inch like a spider web.

When Jiang Zhige saw this, he had no time to care about the laughter and immediately rushed into the tomb.

In the corridor of the tomb, four corpses were lying in miserable state of death.

Nangong Rou held the spirit sword with a frightened look on her face, staring directly at the opposite side of the corridor.

The last short-haired girl stood in front of Nangong Rou and said in a deep voice: "The formation seems to have disappeared. Junior sister Nangong, run quickly and I will buy time for you."

Nangong Rou was very scared, but she still shook her head and said, "No, no, if I leave..."

Although I didn't have a close relationship with this short-haired girl, it was really impossible for her to abandon her companions and run away alone.

The short-haired woman felt warm in her heart. Nangong Rou was unwilling to abandon someone with a low status like her. No wonder Lu Tianjiao liked her so much.

"Junior sister Nangong, don't worry about me, you still..."

Before he finished speaking, a black air flew from a distance and penetrated the chest of the short-haired woman on the spot.

"Hurry...escape..."

Blood surged from the short-haired woman's mouth, and she fell to the ground after struggling for two seconds.

"Sister!!"

Nangong Rou's face was expressionless, and he couldn't hold the spiritual sword in his hand steady at all.

She had been protected by her brother and master in the past, and she had cultivated to the spiritual martial realm. She had never killed a domestic animal. She was a little uncomfortable seeing monsters killed, and it was impossible to face strong enemies alone.

Boom! Boom!

Directly across the corridor came the sound of dull footsteps.

Nangong Rou looked up and saw a giant skeleton wearing armor and filled with black energy slowly walking towards her.

Nangongrou's legs suddenly became weak, and deep fear welled up in her heart.

She glanced at the body of the short-haired woman, and finally turned around and fled towards the exit.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Nangong Rou's face was filled with tears, her guilt almost overtaking her fear.

She blames herself for not being able to save the five companions who swore to protect her to the death, and blames herself for not having the courage to accompany them to be buried here.

But she really didn't want to die, and she didn't want to never see Jiang Zhige again.

When the armored skeleton saw Nangong Rou trying to escape, he sped up and ran towards her.

Nangong Rou didn't dare to look back and ran desperately.

Unfortunately, even if she used her body and martial arts skills to escape, the dull footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer.

Nangong Rou could feel that the armored skeleton was about to catch up, and her despair kept rising like a wave.

"Rou'er!"

At this moment, Jiang Zhige's voice came from the front.

Nangong Rou looked forward, revealing a pair of eyes that were red from crying.

"elder brother!"

Nangong Rou cried out, rushed over and threw herself into Jiang Zhige's arms.

Jiang Zhige patted Nangong Rou on the back and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Rou'er. As long as I'm here, everything will be fine."

He said this, and when he saw the armored skeleton that was about to rush over, his eyes revealed an unprecedented seriousness.

The armored skeleton is a creature that Jiang Zhige has never seen before. Its power is close to that of the Taoist realm, and the black energy lingering around it is even more weird.

To deal with this kind of monster, even if Master Yao Qianji comes, I don't even dare to say that there is a 100% chance of winning.

Nangongrou's eyes were filled with tears, and she said in a trembling voice: "I'm so afraid that you will come, and I'm so afraid that you won't come..."

Although she had been praying that Jiang Zhige would show up to save her, she knew very well how strong the armored skeleton was, and Jiang Zhige would only end up with one more corpse.

"Rou'er, you go first, I'm sure to deal with it."

Jiang Zhige stood in front of Nangong Rou, showing a power that could rival the armored skeleton.