Fu Jun put one hand into the water, and the surrounding environment changed instantly.

He stood in a dense forest, and the sound of insects came from far away. However, in an instant, it turned into a starry sky, and in another instant, it turned into a Yin River filled with countless ghosts.

All the surrounding environments are like countless chaotic, seemingly disorganized and garbled images.

The sound in each picture also turned into a sizzling noise as the picture changed.

After the initial blink of an eye changed once, it immediately accelerated continuously, so fast that everything around it turned into colorful bands of light.

When the brilliance of not seeing anything at all accelerates to the extreme.

Darkness has fallen.

The purest black is the whole world.

In the whole world, there is only low background noise.

Fu Jun, who had transformed this part of his memory, stood in the darkness and looked at this scene with some surprise.

He also didn't expect that even though his memories could be condensed into human form, Qin Yang's memories were so chaotic.

All memories are like black water, mixed together drop by drop, and there seems to be no difference on the surface.

But the arrangement inside it is no longer what it was originally.

All the pictures transformed from memory are extracted frame by frame, and then piled together randomly.

Even if it's just a few hundred years of memory that exists in this way, it's an astronomical number that no one can sort out.

The picture frame by frame is like a sequenced puzzle. Taking the picture as a unit, how many pieces will there be in the final puzzle?

One breath only counts sixty frames. In the years that Qin Yang has existed, there are at least trillions of puzzle pieces.

We can piece together this puzzle frame by frame in sequence, with trillions of pieces arranged and combined. I can’t tell how many possibilities there will be.

From these countless permutations, no one can find the only correct one.

Outsiders, even if it was the Heavenly Lord back then who had opened the Si Zi Jue, it would be impossible for them to figure it out and find the only answer for ten thousand years.

Fu Jun stood in the darkness. The moment his thoughts flashed across his mind, he immediately gave up. He suddenly shook his head and laughed.

"No wonder you can affect the River of Forgetfulness here in the Realm of the Dead, and you can affect your own memory to this extent. It is indeed unprecedented and astonishing."

Fu Jun slowly stretched out his hand, and the darkness around him disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, his hand also retracted from the black water below.

Fu Jun walked out step by step, within the area covered by the black water, and stood on the blood-yellow River of Forgetfulness, quietly watching the black water in front of him slowly shrinking, as if it was about to condense into Qin Yang's form again.

Suddenly, he stared at the gradually shrinking black water, frowned slightly, looked around, looked up again, gently raised one foot, and landed on the River of Forgetfulness again.

A ripple centered on his feet and slowly spread.

However, this time, the Forgotten River remained motionless. Wherever the ripples passed, the world seemed to be distorted. All the images visible to the naked eye seemed to have turned into water waves, constantly changing shapes with the ripples.

Everything around me suddenly became unreal and unreal.

The next moment, the mountains and rocks collapsed, the River of Forgetfulness collapsed, and everything visible to the naked eye shattered like broken glass.

The surroundings were still pure darkness, and there was still a continuous buzzing noise in the background.

This place is still in Qin Yang's memory.

All the puzzle pieces are merged into black and background noise, but that doesn't mean that they are really all the puzzle pieces.

Fujun thought he had gone out, but in fact, it was still Qin Yang's new memory after he appeared here.

Using the memory of the environment to recreate the environment, everything will not seem to have changed, but in essence it is completely different.

"With such attainments, I really underestimate the world's heroes. However, such small tricks cannot trap me."

Fujun sighed.

In the darkness, a figure of Qin Yang walked out, and he sighed with regret.

"Even if it's just a part of Mr. Fu's memory, it's not that easy to solve. I really don't want to solve you so easily.

It's just that the speed of your discovery is still a little faster than I thought."

Qin Yang had no choice. As soon as he arrived here, he immediately observed the surroundings and turned everything here into new memories, so that he could recreate this place in his memory without any flaws.

But memories that have not been experienced are naturally not so real and have flaws.

After he appeared here, he gathered his body for the first time. It was instinctive, and since he came from across the border, he would naturally be a little slower.

His figure was shattered by Fujun and turned into black water again and fell into the River of Forgetfulness. However, the second time he condensed his figure, it would definitely be faster than the first time.

He has never experienced condensing his body shape for the second time, so this part is a flaw.

Fu Jun saw through it at a glance and found a breakthrough point.

Qin Yang kept to himself and explained his speculation in a leisurely manner.

Then he looked at Fujun.

"I'm not wrong, this is the only flaw I can find."

"That's right." Mr. Fu nodded, then looked at the darkness around him, and then looked at Qin Yang again: "But what I'm more curious about is that your first card has been played, and you have delayed it for so long.

time, how are you going to trap me next?"

"You can try." Qin Yang's transformed figure stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Fu Jun stamped his foot, and the darkness around him suddenly shattered.

It then reversed evolution and turned into colorful light bands again, and finally slowly slowed down and turned into rapidly changing pictures.

Finally, it changed back to the original scene of the dense forest.

When the scene of the dense forest collapsed, Fujun thought he had escaped from Qin Yang's memory.

What I saw behind me was endless darkness and humming background noise.

He frowned slightly, pointed it as a sword, and slashed in front of him. The invisible power directly cut into pieces the darkness.

Darkness collapses...

Then came the colorful light strips, the picture, and finally the dense forest, and then darkness, the colorful light strips...

After doing this three times, his strength was exhausted and he was resettled in the dense forest.

The prince's expression became more solemn.

He raised his head, looked up into the darkness, and struck out again, this time setting a trap seven times.

After pushing this infinite cycle to the extreme, he finally found a gap at the end of each loop.

He wanted to rush out along the gap, but found that there was a barrier in front of him, and his power, the embodiment of memory, could not shake the barrier at all.

He discovered that this was not in Qin Yang's memory at all, but in a sphere.

In other words, Qin Yang's memory is in a sphere.

The barrier, the fleeting breath, and the charm contained gave him a particularly familiar feeling.

Indestructible, just like the rules themselves, isn't this the characteristic of innate things?

He stood in the dense forest again, with a trace of unconcealable shock finally appearing in his eyes.

"You use an innate object to carry your memory?!"

"Is there a problem?" Qin Yang's figure walked out of the dense forest.

"Are you a defender of the memory school?"

"I'm not a defender of Taoism, nor a member of the memory school." Qin Yang answered honestly.

"..." Mr. Fu didn't know what to say for a moment.

The most unparalleled prodigal in history, the most extraordinary prodigal in history, the best fairy among prodigal sons, the congenital prodigal son, is the guy in front of me.

He had never seen it, never heard of it, never even thought that it could be done like this.

From the memories he currently has, there are probably some stories. In his time, after reaching a certain extreme in cultivation, innate objects were the bridges that crossed boundaries.

The treasure that can give the greatest help when you truly complete the step of transformation into an immortal.

Even people from the memory school would never do this like Qin Yang.

Qin Yang smiled, with a look of relief on his face.

Fu Jun, even if he is only the incarnation of a part of his memory, his knowledge must be much higher than his.

Since the other party said that the innate insect shell is really an innate thing, then this is an authoritative certification.

The innate insect shell must be an innate thing.

He had already thought about it in advance before coming back.

This part of his memory has to cross the boundary between life and death from the River of Forgetfulness.

And what he can be sure of is that the Wangchuan branch that must exist in the wilderness is the branch that Fujun contacted him before.

Only this section can guarantee to the greatest extent that he can overcome it.
To be continued...