Memories poured into Li Xingci's sea of ​​consciousness like a tide.

More than nine hundred years ago, Jingyue got married.

The person she is going to marry is her childhood sweetheart.

The groom, a frail scholar, rode a tall horse to welcome her home.

However, on the way, I met a man and a woman.

And the woman tiptoed, landed on the white horse, and landed in the groom's arms.

"Who is more beautiful, me or your bride?"

The honest groom only has his sister Jingyue in his heart and eyes.

He quickly reined in his horse and turned over.

"My wife is more beautiful, please respect yourself, fairy."

The woman's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and then she used her hand to make a knife and sealed her throat with one blow.

At this time, just when the woman wanted to kill the bride, the man in the dark palace stopped her.

"Let's go quickly. It's too late to return and you will be punished again."

The woman glanced at the sedan chair and saw the bride running out after hearing the sound. She was crying and wearing her makeup. The woman then turned and left in disgust.

In order to take revenge, the bride began to look for a way to practice Buddhism.

She has no other talents except skin.

First, I followed an old man who was halfway into cultivating immortality, and learned the method of cultivation.

After his strength surpassed that old man, he killed him mercilessly.

After that, I changed people along the way and practiced all the way.

It was not until later that she realized that she was a pure yin body.

Looking back later, she learned how to search for souls, found the bearer of the sedan chair, and learned how her husband died.

Now, she is Jingyue, the killer of the Dark Palace.

And her purpose of entering the dark palace was to kill Hongying.

Hundreds of years later, Hongying had long forgotten this former bride.

But Jingyue, who has been wearing a bridal outfit for hundreds of years, will never forget Hongying's face.

Li Xingci exhaled and raised his palms.
Chapter completed!