"How can the barbaric clan understand the formation method of my Immortal family? The fourth level of space here is no longer forbidden, but half of it still exists!" Su Ming's eyes blurred for a while, and when it became clear, he appeared in
It is a dark place. This is a cave. There is no light around, and you can only see a little clearly.
"Send me home quickly. I have never recovered from my serious injuries. Now that I have given up on my true self, I only have this clone. I can't wait too long. Once my true self dies, I will also perish if I haven't left!"
Only when the clone leaves the barbarian tribe and can cut off the connection with the original body under the different laws of the Immortal Family can he survive." A heavy breathing sound came from beside Su Ming, and Handong grabbed Su Ming's shoulder tightly.
His face was only seven inches away from Su Ming's. He stared into Su Ming's eyes, with madness and anxiety in his eyes. At this moment, he was on the verge of despair, and he no longer had the calmness he had before.
"I have no way to send you back." Su Ming was silent for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"I'll say it again, send me back!!" Hankong roared, grabbing Su Ming's shoulders with a murderous look on his face.
"If you don't believe it, you can take it away and look through my memories to see if I lied to you..." Su Ming looked calm and looked at Handong. This was his purpose!
At the end of the passage, outside the stone wall, he realized many things. He hesitated as to whether he had really lost some memories. He could not ignore these things. He wanted to understand it all.
But Su Ming knew that with his own cultivation, it was impossible to know what happened to him, so he thought of the ancestors of Hanshan and what He Feng said... seizing the body!
One thing about this game is that you can forcibly look through your memories during the process!
What Hefeng couldn't do, Su Ming believed that the Hanshan ancestor in front of him could do it.
"I want to know why there is pity in Han Cangzi's eyes... I want to know why there is no mention of the fire barbarian clan being slaughtered by the barbarian gods in Nan Tian's words... I want to know the difference between the indifferent eyes that appeared on that red road and that
In a word, why do you make me nervous and let me hurt you...
I want to know, if I really have memory loss, when did this memory disappear...
I want to know what happened in the disappeared memories...
I want to know if everything about Grandpa and Wushan is just a dream of mine..." Su Ming closed his eyes, then opened them suddenly, looking at Hankong, who was panting and ferocious.
"Help me, tell me what is missing from my memory, tell yourself why I didn't send you back to your hometown, and prove whether I lied to you.
Help me... tell me... who am I..." Su Ming spoke softly, with persistence in his eyes.
Handong stared at Su Ming. Under Su Ming's gaze, for some reason, he felt an unexplainable fear in his heart. What he feared was Su Ming's calmness at this moment. What he feared was that he had never encountered anyone like him in his life.
Let others help you take away your own things.
"Simply seizing the body and searching for the soul will not reveal the complete memory, only scattered fragments... If you don't send me back, but you actively ask me to seize the body, then I will help you once!
This clone of mine was made from a barbarian. This person already possessed the cultivation level of the barbarian bone sacrifice realm during his lifetime. If you really want me to help you, I can only refine you into my clone.
!
If I die, you will die with me. If you don't die, it's a blessing. It doesn't matter if I fulfill it for you!" Handong has lived for a long time, how could he not see the mystery here, but he has no time.
...Hankong had a trace of resentment in his eyes. He had waited for eight thousand years, but what he got in exchange was this result. He could not go home, could not return to his hometown.
Even at this moment, he can die at any time. Once the original self outside dies, he will not survive. Instead of dying like this, it is better to make the fate in front of him that gave him hope and shattered the hope into his own clone, and die together, no matter what.
No matter what, you can indeed see all the other party's memories.
Before Su Ming could nod in agreement, Hankong raised his right hand fiercely and pressed his palm on his abdomen. His whole body suddenly shook, and with a bang in front of Su Ming, his whole body turned into a ball of blood mist.
This blood mist stained Su Ming's body. A golden light flashed in the mist, and a palm-sized golden figure rushed out of the mist and headed straight for Su Ming's eyebrows. The figure looked like Han Kong, but
Its strength is far from comparable to that of Feng.
This little man has solidified, not a spiritual body, but the soul above the spiritual infant! There is a golden spine in his body!
Although this spine is dim in color, it still exudes a wild atmosphere. This object was cultivated by a strong person in the bone sacrifice realm, and it is the first ancestral bone in the body!
Things were a little different from Su Ming's prediction, but the end result was still the same. He didn't resist, and closed his eyes as he looked at the approaching Handong Soul.
"There are very few things in this world that can cover everything. Because there are mistakes, there are things that are right. I bet!"
The moment his eyes closed, the Handong Yuan Shen touched Su Ming's eyebrows, instantly penetrated into it, and disappeared. The moment he disappeared, Su Ming's body trembled violently, and the face hidden under the mask
, showing the pain.
This kind of pain is countless times more intense than when He Feng seized the body before, and it is even impossible to compare at all. It is as different as heaven and earth. It is not only a severe physical pain, but also the feeling of countless bone needles drilling into the pores, and also mentally.
It's like the mountains are pressing down, as if they are going to be shattered into pieces.
Under this severe pain, Su Ming's masked face had blood dripping down the mask. This was the blood flowing out of his seven orifices at this moment!
The pain was indescribable, but Su Ming did not roar or go crazy. He sat cross-legged and his eyes revealed the calmness of Gujing Bubo.
Be it silently enduring the pain, silently feeling the seizure of Han Kong's body, or refining the clone, everything is endured calmly.
Until his vision blurred, until he once again came to the place he had been before, the only empty space of more than ten feet in a world covered by the vast mist.
Su Ming was still the faint cloud floating here. The familiar feeling and the thought of making plans made Su Ming neither shiver nor afraid. He looked at the dazzling golden light beside him, which made him feel as if he was about to melt.
His soul was so big that it was several feet tall. Compared with Su Ming, the opponent was like a giant in the sky and earth. When it came, Su Ming's empty space of more than ten feet shook, and it seemed that it could not bear it and was about to collapse.
The dazzling golden light and the tall figure made Su Ming feel like he was in the raging wind of a raging wolf before he could get close, and he could be wiped out at any time.
"What kind of regret is this... there is so much fog!" After Hankong saw his surroundings clearly, his face immediately showed shock. He understood what this meant, and looked at Su Ming fiercely, eyes filled with confusion.
There is complexity.
"I will help you!" As soon as Hankong's words came out, his huge soul opened its mouth fiercely and sucked it into Su Ming. Immediately, the ghost ball transformed by Su Ming went straight to Hankong.
Although it was swallowed up, this was Su Ming's sea of consciousness. He could still see that the mist in front of him was quickly thinning, and the memory of coming to the land of Nanchen quickly flowed...
"Can I see it this time..." Su Ming murmured.
It's the end of the month. In the last few hours, the amount of monthly tickets no longer matters. This month, my heart is very quiet. It's good to write my own book and clarify my own way.
This chapter has 2,000 words. Sorry, it will explode tomorrow. There will be the first update in the early morning. (To be continued)