As soon as he thought about it, Wei Zong understood the other party's plan.
"Are you planning to compete in memory? Let's do it."
In fact, this is indeed the idea of Patriarch Bai Yang. Since he can't compare with the other party in terms of soul, then he can directly seize the body at the memory level.
Your own memory rushes directly into the other person's memory, including your thousands of years of life experience, your own understanding of martial arts, your own understanding of the world, etc., and merges with the other person's memory.
It is true that Patriarch Bai Yang admitted that the other party was the kind of genius that was rare to see in thousands of years. At his age, he was impeccable both in terms of his own realm and his soul.
But his weakness is precisely that he is too young, has too little experience, and his memory is far inferior to that of an old monster like him.
Under the torrent of his own memories, the other person's memory will easily be washed away. With luck, the two people's consciousnesses will merge, and the other party will still have a little consciousness left, but this body will always be in vain.
Ancestor Yang's personality was the dominant one. With bad luck, the other party's consciousness lost itself in the endless torrent of memories and completely disappeared.
While the memory was eroding the other party, Patriarch Bai Yang was not idle. He took the opportunity to look through Wei Zong's memories, and maybe he could learn the secret of why the other party was so strong.
Wei Zong saw everything the other party did. However, he did not interfere and just watched with cold eyes. Of course, in terms of memory, the memories that the other party looked at were only what Wei Zong wanted him to see.
Ancestor Bai Yang started from the place where the two were fighting and slowly looked forward.
"Hey, this young man is so powerful. He can easily kill people in the Linghai realm in the Tiangang realm."
"This...how is this possible? The soul alone can actually drive back the powerful people in the Vientiane Realm."
"Huh? These are the killers of the Eclipse Tower. After so many years, they are still the same."
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While looking through Wei Zong's memories, Patriarch Bai Yang kept exclaiming. This young man's life experience was like a legend. But what puzzled him was that this young man's memory seemed to be severely damaged, and he could only see a few things.
He couldn't see the picture or other more critical things at all.
However, he still had the patience to continue reading.
"Born from a small sect, Xuanyun Sect? Kill the elders who want to target him? No, he was born in a small sect, how could he be so strong? He must have had some adventure."
Full of doubts, he continued to trace forward.
"Hey, he is dying? He was almost beaten to death by an ordinary disciple. How is this possible? Wait, what is this?"
He saw with his own eyes a jet-black stream of light piercing the space and sinking into the boy's body.
Ancestor Bai Yang's breathing was a little rapid, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched the young man's secret.
Almost trembling, he continued to trace forward,
At this time, Wei Zong's memory suddenly went dark. Ancestor Bai Yang was stunned, thinking something had gone wrong.
The next moment, his eyes lit up, and the environment instantly changed from a small house to a battlefield.
The sky was completely shattered, and countless voids were flowing around. Ancestor Bai Yang just took a glance and felt a sad, desolate, and bloodthirsty atmosphere that made him almost breathless.
Under the broken sky, there are six people standing in the sky. Although these six people have different temperaments, one thing they have in common is that they are either holding, carrying, or hugging, and each of them has a sword on their body.
Each one of them brought endless palpitations to Patriarch Bai Yang. Just by looking at them, Patriarch Bai Yang felt as if his soul was about to be broken.
"What state are these people in?" Patriarch Bai Yang was a little uneasy and wanted to withdraw from Wei Zong's memory, but how could Wei Zong let him do so. Seeing that he could not withdraw, Patriarch Bai Yang understood that no matter how stupid he was.
There was a problem, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and read on.
In the picture, a person spoke, his voice was sonorous, and as he spoke, the sound of the infinite avenue echoed.
"Pangjian, you can't keep the Dayan Mozhu, please hand it over."
Along with his voice, the other four people also vaguely surrounded the middle person, and the threat was self-evident.
"Xiao Hongyuan, I remember that you seem to have good talent."
Pang Jian, who was surrounded, remained calm and even had the time to ask questions.
Although the strong man named Xiao Hongyuan frowned and didn't understand what the other party meant. But he didn't want to come up and fight with each other, so he still answered the other party's doubts.
Xiao Hongyuan said with some pride: "I was born in the spiritual sea. At the age of six, I entered the universe. At the age of twenty, I entered the sky. At the age of three hundred, I entered the Tao. At the age of a thousand, I was promoted to the realm of the Taoist master and obtained the position of the sword master. Before the sword master, I had never had any bottlenecks.
.With this kind of talent, even if I search all over the world, there are few who are better than me."
"what about you?"
Pang Jian turned to the others, who hesitated for a moment and then spoke.
A strong man holding a sword said: "I am similar to Xiao Hongyuan, but I am a little later than him. I became a sword master at the age of 1,200, and my talent is unparalleled in the world."
Others said the situation was similar.
"I really envy you. You were born in a big force, you have good talents, and you have top-notch resources to support you." Pang Jian sighed, stroking his hands, "Unlike me, I was born in an ordinary small family in the lower world, and my talents are average. For a little bit.
You have to fight desperately for the resources that you don’t like, and it’s been extremely bumpy step by step, and you have gone through hardships and hardships to reach your current state.”
"Sometimes, I also wonder, if my talent was better, it wouldn't be so troublesome."
Listening to him chattering there and recalling his past, Xiao Hongyuan was a little impatient, "Pang Jian, what on earth are you going to say?"
Pang Jian ignored him and continued to talk to himself: "Now, the shortcomings of my desperate promotion have finally been revealed. In order to become stronger, I did whatever it takes, even destroying my foundation and analyzing my potential. Now, my
There is no trace of potential left in my body. In fact, even reaching the next level has become a luxury. Although, in the eyes of many people, the sword master is already like a god, but I am really unwilling to accept it!"
Pang Jian's body trembled slightly, and the fingers holding the sword turned white due to excessive exertion.
At this time, no matter who it was, they felt something was wrong.
The strong man holding the sword before said sternly: "Pang Jian, what do you mean, please tell me clearly."
Pang Jian looked at him and smiled: "So, I often wonder, if I had the same talent as you, wouldn't I work so hard to advance? Would it be logical to cultivate to this level?
Then attack the Hongmeng realm."
"It's a good idea, but you have to know that it's impossible."
Xiao Hongyuan said.
"No, this is possible." Pang Jian took out an inconspicuous bead that exuded a gray light, "Just rely on it!"
"Dayan Mozhu?" Several people looked at each other and then exclaimed. Their goal was this thing, but now no one acted rashly. Their intuition told them that something was wrong.
Here comes the second chapter, Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone