When life is experienced, it is exactly the opposite as it is imprinted in memory.
So, is this person created by memory, or is he created by life?
At this moment, it seemed that the answer was given.
At this moment, Qin Xuan's memories have been tampered with by the so-called dream master.
He is Qin Changqing, but he is no longer Qin Changqing. In his memory, he is in another life.
In front of him, this woman was not his former wife Xiao Wu, but the supreme dream owner, a person who was very kind and virtuous to him.
Even Qin Xuan's character has changed.
Once, Qin Changqing spent his whole life unyielding to everything in the world, but now, what he kneels on his knees is strict.
The dreamer looked at Qin Xuan, and she showed a satisfied smile.
She looked at Qin Xuan, who was kneeling on his knees, bowing his head and prostrating himself. When she looked at her palm, a long sword appeared in her palm.
Facing the respectful existence, the dream master responded with a sword.
This sword directly penetrated Qin Xuan's eyebrows. Qin Xuan's body was shaken, and then his head was penetrated by the Dream Master.
"Being able to reach this level is enough to be proud of, but it's a pity that you met me!"
The dreamer showed a contemptuous smile, then looked up, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
What she wanted to do suddenly seemed to be realized.
"is her!?"
There was deep fear in the dream owner's eyes, and his appearance changed, and he actually turned into Qin Xuan's appearance.
At the same time, in the Netherworld Imperial Palace, the Killing Emperor was lazily looking at Samsara.
"That guy like the elephant master actually touched her past body, so he's not afraid of backlash?"
The Killing Emperor seemed to have seen something, and then smiled lightly, "If I weren't here, I'm afraid this Netherworld would really cause some trouble."
The Beiyin Emperor on the side listened to her words and his eyes became solemn.
"In the past, did the Elephant Master imprint a certain existence in the past?" The Beiyin Emperor is naturally no stranger to the Elephant Master in reincarnation, and he also understands its abilities.
"The Dream Master is an existence that can easily tamper with all memories, control the power of 'god', and cultivate it to perfection."
"I have fought against him before, he is not weak!"
Emperor Shasheng smiled playfully, but her words made Emperor Beiyin's pupils shrink.
He naturally understood how strong Emperor Killing was, but this so-called Dream Master was actually called not weak by Emperor Killing.
"In the Immortal Era, the Dream Master... has never heard of it!"
The Beiyin Emperor looked solemn, "Can you use the power of 'god' to tamper with your memory?"
"Of course you won't hear about it. He doesn't want to leave any traces, so there won't be any records about him in the world." Emperor Shasheng said, "The power of this First Emperor is very troublesome. It seems that Xiao Qin is going to be in trouble."
"Aren't you afraid, his road ends here!?" Beiyin Emperor said.
He knew that Emperor Shasheng must value Qin Xuan. If not, he would not waste his time here.
In these years, there are too few existences for the Emperor of Death to care about you.
Likewise, coming from a place of transcendence to this point is certainly not an easy matter.
The Emperor of Death is sitting here now, watching the path of reincarnation, which already represents everything.
Emperor Killing smiled, but did not respond to Emperor Beiyin's words. The smile on her face only grew stronger.
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At the same time, the dream master, who was transforming into Qin Xuan, suddenly noticed something.
He turned his head and looked around, only to find that Qin Xuan, who was supposed to die, was holding the sword in his hand.
The dream master's brows furrowed, and the next moment, Qin Xuan's sword between his brows was violently destroyed.
More than that, endless evil aura emerged from Qin Xuan's body. Lines of terrifying evil aura and murderous aura spread out in all directions with Qin Xuan as the center, like steaming clouds.
"Having all memories cut off and losing the 'god' of memory is the same as death."
"It turns out that it is actually fulfilling his instinct."
"Killing intent, anger, sadness, despair, pain...the instinct that has been suppressed for endless years and balanced by the heart seems to have lost its shackles now."
The dreamer looked at Qin Xuan, who exuded endless aura of violence. At this moment, Qin Xuan was like a tyrant, with evil energy surging crazily on his body.
Suddenly, Qin Xuan raised his eyes, and the figure of the dream master was reflected in his scarlet eyes.
Then, Qin Xuan's slightly terrifying face revealed a sinister smile.
boom!
In an instant, Qin Xuan's body disappeared, and the next moment, a hand fell directly on the dream master.
The body of the Dream Lord is formless and colorless, and all transformations come from the heart. This punch hits the Dream Lord, as if a punch is blasted into the clouds.
The clouds and mist only dispersed, not hurting me at all.
The next moment, Qin Xuan's fists exploded with millions of fists, like a heavy rain, and in an instant, they directly destroyed the white clothes that the Dream Master had transformed into.
Qin Xuan seemed like a mad beast, but his power was that of a genuine ancient emperor.
The power of origin, the immortal bones, the ultimate killing platform, the power of immortality...
Many forces are integrated into one, and there is no way to do it, but it is the purest and most instinctive attack.
Relying on his state of mind, he suppressed the instinct for who knows how many years.
Although he has lost all the memories, everything he once carried has been imprinted in the deepest part of his heart unconsciously, but it is not exposed to the world.
The dream master reunited in another place, still looking at Qin Xuan quietly in his appearance.
Qin Xuan, who was still attacking suddenly, stopped suddenly, then turned his head, his eyes firmly locked on the dream master.
boom!
With sudden punches and punches, the dream master's body was shattered once again.
The dream master appeared again, and her hands suddenly shook slightly, as if she wanted to continue writing in Qin Xuan's memory.
But then, her brows furrowed.
Even though she wrote her memories, the memories she wrote could not resist this extremely violent instinct and the burden that suppressed endless years, and could kill the grief, anger and murderous intention of her loved ones.
"It's too weak, and the changed memory is too short."
The dreamer's body was blown away again and reunited again, and her eyes became particularly cold.
The power to rewrite all memories is indeed terrifying, but now she is only at the level of the Ancient Emperor of the Measurable Tribulation Realm.
The memory she was able to rewrite would barely last a hundred thousand years.
But Qin Xuan's memories of the past are the obsession that has carried everything for countless millions of years, and the state of mind that has been tempered by endless years can bear everything and bear everything.
All the dreamer can do is draw a straw, but it wants to suppress the mountains.
The body of the dream master is broken up again and reunited again.
This time, his expression gradually returned to calm, and then he said calmly: "Fortunately, we are here. If we were in the Yangtze River, even if we could not fall, we would still suffer a big loss."
He took a deep look at Qin Xuan, then raised his eyes to look at this world, and said coldly: "Don't think that relying on the power of the reincarnation can be unscrupulous. Next time, I hope that this little reincarnation of the netherworld will be safe.
Can afford it.”
"Your hands are too long!"
As soon as the voice fell, he took one step forward and left this world directly.
Qin Xuan, who had lost his target, looked around at this moment. Then, he gathered all his strength to bombard this section of the torrent.
It was as if he was going to break the torrent and rush out of the sixth floor of the Elephant Main Tower.
The strangest thing is that there are no bystanders on this floor.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly at a certain moment, Qin Xuan's body shook, and a trace of clarity appeared in his violent eyes.
The memories of this life are like the tide, they go and come back!