Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

2Wu Hao's eyes flashed with stars as he looked at the lotus that was floating around Wu Muxue. He was extremely shocked in his heart.    

    

This seemed to be the Sacred Lotus Secret Technique. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to learn it, but she was already someone who had once been their mother. It was truly strange for her to be able to cultivate this Secret Technique.    

    

Perhaps, this had something to do with her physique.    

    

In this life, the physique that belonged to the remnant soul of Haotian, Wu Hao, was the same as in his previous life with a metal-attribute physique.    

    

Only with her physique, would she be able to give birth to the heaven-defying physique of a cultivator with the innate body, sculpting this life of his.    

    

"No matter what, if you let this sovereign have a birthday, no one can think of harming you in this life, not even that old fool Hong Wu!" Wu Hao thought.    

    

On the other side.    

    

A golden-red The Ancestor Martial Spirit. His soul power condensed into a golden-red armor, and like a god of war, he stood atop the tombstone.    

    

His sparkling eyes stared at the bottom of the tombstone as if he had seen through everything.    

    

Beneath the tombstone, deep underground. Within a giant crystal coffin, a peerlessly beautiful woman lay quietly.    

    

She lay within the transparent crystal coffin with her beautiful eyes tightly shut, as if she was sleeping.    

    

However, at this moment, the beautiful woman's soul was slowly awakening.    

    

The Ancestor Martial Spirit, after seeing the appearance of the beautiful lady, had a look of loss on her face.    

    

His mouth muttered to himself, "Ancient Secret Manual, Eternal Incantation, Life and Death Will, profound memories, but where is it hidden?"    

    

"It's you! Why is it you? Why is it you?" The absent-minded The Ancestor Martial Spirit continued to mutter to himself.    

    

The memories that belonged to a long time ago flooded into his mind and flooded into his mind. He originally thought that he had forgotten about them, but how could he hide them?    

    

That one glance back had long been destined for three lifetimes. He once said that he had forgotten, that he had really forgotten …    

    

But, why did good fortune have to do this to people?    

    

She lives. I die. I live. She dies. My life and death are your thoughts!    

    

This was what she had told him a long time ago.    

    

At that time, he didn't understand. Today, he suddenly understood.    

    

She was a strange woman who loved to sing and could produce beautiful songs. She possessed a divine bloodline from the ancient times and was the last generation disciple of the Divine Artisan Sect.    

    

He, Wu Hao, had a beautiful woman in his previous life.    

    

The Nirvana Stone was the core of the Nine Revolving Soul Formation, the only chance for it to revive after being chanted since the ancient times. At the same time, the Nirvana Stone was also the only chance for Zhuang Liandie to reconstruct her body.    

    

Amongst the two of them, he could only choose Wu Hao.    

    

As a disciple of the Divine Arm Sect, he had long seen through the past and knew the future. He finally understood the words that the other party had said to him back then.    

    

But now, what choice did he have?    

    

One was a beauty from his previous life, while the other was a soulmate from his current life.    

    

"Will of Life and Death, haha …"    

    

Suddenly, The Ancestor Martial Spirit acted as if he had gone insane as he laughed maniacally towards the sky, attracting the attention of everyone, demons and souls.    

    

Qin Lie's bloody hair fluttered in the wind, as though he had gone insane. The soul energy within his body surged outwards, solidifying the energies in his surroundings.    

    

"Can I not choose? "Darn it, you're playing with me …"    

    

He roared helplessly at the sky.    

    

In that moment, the battle between the tombs came to an end, everyone turned to look at the crazy The Ancestor Martial Spirit.    

    

"Under the small bridge in front of the ancient tree house, you and I held up our oil-paper umbrellas. In the rain that flowed down our hearts, you swore an oath that we would have three lives of love, one in this life, one in the grass by the stream, one in the stream, and one in the dream.    

    

A beautiful incantation seemed to float out from the heaven and earth, suffusing the hearts of everyone, demons, and souls. Although they couldn't find the source of it, they were able to sense a love that had been yearned for countless years.    

    

This love has been reminiscent of the past, but the good fortune makes a fool of people...