A series of messy pictures flashed through the devil's mind like a carousel: the strange and bright aurora, the collapsed pillars of the Tongtian Mountain, the magma spewing from the depths of the cracked earth, the distorted human faces,
Bloody severed limbs and remains... Various unrelated scenes come and go, chaotically intertwined, and the picture sometimes falls into darkness, and sometimes releases a blazing bright light.
"Bang!" The back of the devil's head suddenly hit the foot of the bed. Under the pain, he suddenly woke up: This body is too weak!
Sarcomas were like hideous rats, burrowing in and out of his body. This was the result of his weak body being unable to adapt to the huge demonic thoughts. Although after millions of years of time erosion, he only had a little bit of embers left.
The thoughts are muddled, incomplete, and can be extinguished anytime and anywhere. They are still far beyond what this mysterious demon-level body can bear.
He held onto the bed tremblingly, and could barely distinguish the images in his mind: they were memories of him and the original owner intertwined with each other! He forcibly took away this demonic body, thinking that he would be reborn, but unexpectedly, the original owner still had a little soul left.
In the physical body, it has not completely dissipated. It is like a thorn embedded in the flesh, and pain will occur from time to time.
This remaining soul must be cleared away! In the long experience of almost forgetting, he suddenly came to a realization: either absorb the other party's memory step by step and integrate the remaining soul in a relatively gentle way. Both parties will lose part of their memory during the running-in process.
But a brand new life will be formed, with me in you and you in me; or find the remnant soul and devour it directly in the most powerful way, using the original owner as food for evolution to feed itself.
A group that is as ancient as him and can coexist with the birth and death of the universe, and is so powerful that it ranks at the top of all living beings, has always chosen the second option.
Wait, what tribe am I from? It seems... He didn't wake up for long, and his whole body twitched violently. "Who am I? Who am I?" He growled, grabbing the two dark blue horns on his forehead.
, twisting them into a twisted arc. The original owner's experiences surged in one after another, gradually drowning his own memory. His consciousness became chaotic and complicated again, and suddenly became blank again, giving birth to
Dizzy jumping feeling.
Out of racial instinct, his demonic thoughts rushed out desperately, trying to capture the last remaining soul hidden in his body and devour it completely.
"Crack, click, click -" a creepy, thin voice sounded, and spiderweb-like space cracks suddenly opened all around, twisting and expanding. One by one, red-faced and blue-skinned Kui leaned out from inside, their eyes turned fiercely, and a series of chain sliding sounds sounded in the room.
There was a loud sound, and little bits of firefly light splashed out, flickering and extinguishing.
"This is..." He was shocked, and a strange scene flashed in his memory: the sky collapsed, the world was reversed, and a strange existence like a child was suspended in the air. His head was condensed by the purest green energy in the world, and his heart was made of
The most luxurious purple energy in the world lingers, and countless flickering fluorescent lights circulate all over the body...
It was a fluorescent light that flickered like a chain! It was heaven and earth... A dangerous premonition of impending disaster emerged from his demonic thoughts. If he chose to devour the remaining soul, he would surely be wiped out and die without a burial place!
Without hesitation, the demonic thoughts jumped forward, met the memories of the original owner, and actively merged with them.
The already dilapidated demonic thoughts immediately broke into pieces like ice melting away, and they could not help but collide with each other, grind, penetrate, regenerate, destroy, and regenerate with the remnant soul of the original owner's body... The already vague memories of both parties became more and more complicated.
He lay down with a sigh, closed his eyes, and his distorted expression gradually returned to calm.
Kui glanced around and stared at the demon for a while, but seemed to find nothing unusual. The sliding sound of the chain became softer and softer. Kui retreated deeper into the cracks, and the cracks also closed, as if a smooth horse had smoothed out its wrinkles.
Satin.
After a while, the bumps and sarcomas all over the demon's body healed and disappeared one by one. The demon's body became strong and plump, his skin was full of luster, and he exuded a vitality.
"I am -" The demon opened his eyes and jumped up, his confused eyes gradually becoming sharp, "From today on, my name is Jidu!"
Jidu was the name of the original owner, and it is also his name now. He completely merged part of the souls of both parties, and also lost part of the memories of both parties.
Intermittent past events jumped into Jidu's mind: from sinking into the earth thousands of years ago, to being a little devil who was abandoned by his mother at birth, to climbing up to become the deputy capital of General Moli Shou's mansion in Dongshengzhou decades later.
He is in charge of monitoring and purging the subordinates of the General's Mansion, and fighting against Du Si Yingzhao...
"It turns out that the world has been reborn for so long, and the battlefield back then is now called the Demon Hell Realm." Ji Du muttered to himself. He vaguely remembered that the tribe invaded this world in large numbers, trying to hunt for the origin of the world. Then the world was destroyed, and all memories were interrupted. Jidu's eyes suddenly turned around. In the hidden corner of the wall, like a faint smoke, a smoke spirit quietly poked its head out and peered into the room.
A mere ant dares to play tricks in front of me! A cold smile oozed from the corner of Jidu's mouth, and he suddenly activated his own demonic thoughts. Although he is only a mysterious demon and has not yet formed a demonic consciousness with real offensive power, the remaining traces of his race are
A little experience is enough to make him master the control of spiritual power, far surpassing other living beings.
An invisible spiritual thread extended outwards, winding gracefully around the smoke spirit. The smoke spirit stagnated for a moment, and his mind was instantly caught by the spiritual thread, and a strange smile slowly appeared on his face.
With a thought in Jidu's mind, the weak spiritual world of the Smoke Spirit was completely opened to him, and he was arbitrarily inspected. After a moment, he hummed, the captain actually knew that the ancient evil spirit had sneaked into the black ship and was secretly investigating. But so what? He owns it.
How can a mere indigenous demon cub discern the residual spiritual experience of some races? What’s more, he is no longer the demon of yesterday, but a deputy captain with a illustrious background in General Moli Shou’s palace!
He activated his demonic thoughts, and the Mole Smoke Spirit retreated silently, becoming an obedient puppet. Jidu's eyes flashed, and he looked out of the cabin solemnly.
You must first complete the mission of this trip, find the secret agent Zhenrahu who is hiding on the ship, and kill him. This is also the last wish of this demon body. Only when this wish is achieved can the fusion of the two remnant souls be called
It is flawless.
Ji Du's eyes seemed to pass through the bulkhead and fell on the door of Room Yinjiu diagonally opposite.
That's the cabin Yingzhao booked for Zhenrahu.
"Your Excellency Fuji is truly an unparalleled great master of swordsmanship!"
In cabin No. 8, Zhikari sighed sincerely. Fuji's "Intangible Real Sword Technique" was a unique one. The formation of the condensed sword was extremely mysterious. It got rid of the sword cultivator's dependence on swords. It can be said to have created an unprecedented kendo.