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

He is still eight years old, but he has the courage to face horse bandits without being timid, and the perseverance not to be hindered by fetters and stability.

With such a character, no matter how far he can go, it at least proves that Mo Yaya has the qualifications to join the Immortal Sect.

Before Mo Yaya came back to her senses, the surrounding scene dissipated like a phantom, and the villagers in front of her also turned into smoke.

"Xiao Hai! Uncle!"

Mo Yaya looked horrified and stretched out her hand to grab them, but unfortunately she could only grab a handful of loess.

When the phantom dissipated, it was replaced by another scene.

Qionglou Yuyu, Yaotai Langyuan, there are countless immortal words.

Looking above the head, there are groups of cranes passing by, and in front of the eyes, there are immortals guarding the Tianmen with their eyes closed.

Haoran's spiritual energy passed through the whole body without leaving any trace, and Mo Yaya felt as if she was in another world.

A white-faced scholar came forward, cupped his hands, and asked with a smile: "Little sister, are you also here to worship the Immortal Sect?"

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"Fairy Ziyan's devotion to the Tao makes us really ashamed..."

"I was also a mortal back then, and it was only by chance that I could become a celestial being. But when I was eight years old, I seemed to be still playing in the mud."

"Fairy Ziyan's Taoist heart is indeed respectable, but it seems to be a little worse than the Demon Emperor when he was nine years old."

"Why are you bringing this up? Just be better than you."

Everyone in the hall was talking a lot. At this time, they were just discussing their own opinions. They had no prejudice against the past and the identity of Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige.

Not far away, Qu Yun's face was gloomy. The hundreds of strong men in the palace now had completely forgotten why they appeared in Xuancang Holy Land, and they were actually discussing the scenes in the light and shadow as if they were watching a play.

You know, this is the memory of Demon Emperor Jiang Zhige, can it be compared with singing in an opera?

If this continues, it is estimated that everyone will only have a normal heart and not regard Jiang Zhige as a heinous demon emperor.

The scenes in the main memory are all memories of Nangong Rou and Mo Ziyan. They have nothing to do with murder and arson, let alone the key to causing everyone to besiege Xuancang Holy Land.

Everyone would risk their lives to besiege Xuancang Holy Land, mainly because Jiang Zhige had intended to destroy the heaven realm, draw the power of one realm for his own use, and combine with the three demon emperors from other realms to open up a demon realm.

Nowadays, the memory has nothing to do with these things, and there is no memory that is helpful for understanding the great road. There is no scene of Jiang Zhige killing people and setting fires. Everyone can only hold on to the mentality of watching a drama.

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Mo Yaya came to her senses after hearing the sound. She turned to look at the white-faced scholar and murmured: "No, Yaya wants to find an immortal..."

"Looking for it? Once you enter the Immortal Sect, you are already an Immortal. Why should you look for it again?"

The white-faced scholar couldn't help but laugh. Anyone who can get here has the qualifications to join the Immortal Sect. Mo Yaya is too unsure of herself.

Listening to the white-faced scholar's words, Mo Yaya still felt like she couldn't come back to her senses.

Where had the villagers gone? What was this place? Too many doubts troubled her.

"The hour has come for you all to come to me."

At this moment, a sound like a Honglu bell came from the front.

The white-faced scholar looked surprised. The immortal was indeed an immortal, and his voice could travel so far.

Mo Yaya also looked up and saw about a thousand steps ahead. Above the steps was a portal suspended in mid-air. In the center of the door sat an old man with white hair.

Mo Yaya suddenly looked excited and hurriedly climbed up the steps.

The white-faced scholar couldn't help but laugh. Mo Yaya was so unconfident before, but now she was the first to walk up the stairs.

The stairs are very dense, and you can cross three or four floors in one step. For ordinary people, this thousand-level stairs is just too many, not too many, not too few.

There were probably dozens of qualified people around, and they all had an easier time walking, except for eight-year-old Mo Yaya, who had a harder time walking.

Because she tried hard to cross her legs, she could only walk two flights of stairs. She was exhausted and panting after just a few steps. She probably had to wait until dark after finishing the thousand steps.

Soon a strong man walked up to the door first. He thought he would be praised, but unexpectedly the white-haired old man didn't even raise his eyelids.

I saw the white-haired old man bending his fingers and shooting a spiritual light at the strong man, and his body suddenly flashed with many veins.

"Seventeen Spiritual Roots, enter the outer gate and stand on the left."

The strong man didn't quite understand, but he still stood obediently on the left side of the door.

The next person followed, the white-haired old man shot out a spiritual light as usual, and the same veins flashed around him.

"Twenty-one spiritual roots, enter the outer gate and stand on the left."

Everyone who was still walking up the stairs secretly wondered, the second person obviously has twenty-one spiritual roots, but he is no different from the first person?

Dozens of people took turns to be tested by the white-haired old man's aura, but unfortunately, without exception, they were all at the outer door, so there was a bunch of people standing on the left, but there was still no one on the right.

After an unknown amount of time, it was the turn of a beautiful girl wearing an emerald green dress.

This woman has a noble temperament, fair skin, and an absolutely extraordinary status in the world.

The spiritual light fell on her body, flashing with intricate veins, and ordinary people couldn't tell how many there were.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes slightly, nodded and said: "Fifty-six spiritual roots, enter the inner door and stand on the right side."

The beautiful girl looked surprised and ran to the right side of the door with brisk steps.

Everyone standing on the left couldn't help but be envious. Even if they didn't look at the white-haired old man's expression, they knew that the beautiful girl was more talented than them.

There are a total of fifty-six spiritual roots, more than twice as many as many people on the left.

Next was the white-faced scholar. The white-haired old man's spiritual power fell on him, and his body actually shone more dazzlingly than the beautiful girl.

Everyone was even more astonished. The brighter the light, the greater the number of spiritual roots.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes and looked at the white-faced scholar, and said with satisfaction: "Yes, sixty-seven spiritual roots. Enter the inner door and stand on the right side."

"Thank you, elder."

The white-faced scholar reached over and held his hands, suppressing his excitement and stood next to the beautiful girl.

The beautiful girl has peach blossoms in her eyes, and the white-faced scholar is more handsome and more talented than her. They happen to have joined the Immortal Sect together, and she can already think of the beautiful love between herself and the white-faced scholar.

The white-faced scholar didn't pay attention to her thoughts, and looked at Mo Yaya who was still climbing the stairs, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Now only Mo Yaya is still climbing the stairs, and she has just finished climbing halfway. The white-faced scholar is thinking about waiting for her to climb to the top so slowly.

Anyone can see that Mo Yaya is not only young, but also extremely weak, as if she hasn't had enough to eat since she was a child.

The white-haired old man did not go to help Mo Yaya, nor was he in a hurry, but waited quietly.

And everyone was new to the Immortal Sect. Even if they were impatient, they would not show it and could only wait with the white-haired old man.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that Mo Yaya, who was so tired that she was about to collapse, climbed up.

When the white-haired old man was about to cast his spiritual light on Mo Yaya, the panting Mo Yaya looked up at him and said excitedly: "Grandpa, are you an immortal?"