Chapter 762: The blackened Qin Yang killed Minghuang 100,000 times
The world suddenly became deathly quiet.
The black lotus closed its petals and burned quietly with flames.
The puppeteer restored his human form and stood in place, like a statue.
Xun Mu, who was as old as a corpse, leaned his head on a stone and looked at the scene in front of him quietly, grinning with difficulty with a smile.
His lifespan was almost exhausted. He was so badly injured that he didn't have much lifespan left to use up to recover from his injuries.
But he has no regrets anymore.
Emperor Hades, who regarded him as a chess piece but looked down upon him as a chess piece, was in trouble this time.
I'm afraid it won't be that easy if he wants to recover again in the future.
Xun Mu gave a thumbs up to the black flaming lotus and said vaguely.
"Zhang Zhengyi, I misjudged you before. You are a fucking man. If there is a world after death, let's meet over there. I'll serve you a drink and we can forget our grudges."
Before he could finish his sentence, Xun Mu was already so weak that he could no longer speak. He collapsed on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth, and he saw more air coming out and less air coming in.
Qin Yang, on the other hand, was like an emotionless machine, standing there with indifferent eyes, watching this scene quietly.
It's a completely lose-lose ending.
In the dead silence, among the sounds of burning flames, Xun Mu breathing hard and coughing up blood, another voice began to emerge.
"Dong dong...dong dong..."
The sound of the beating heart, which was weak at first, slowly turned into a thunderous sound that shook the heaven and the earth.
The puppet master, who had been standing still, turned to look at Qin Yang, who was also expressionless.
Deep in his eyes, there was a trace of throbbing, slowly emerging along with the thundering heartbeat.
The heartbeat is getting faster and faster, becoming more and more intense, like a heavy drum and a heavy hammer, shaking everything here, and it seems that everything here is being shaken together.
Xun Mu, who was so old that he was about to die, covered his chest in pain, and the expression on his face gradually became extremely painful.
Originally, he was waiting for death, but at this moment, Xun Mu clutched his chest, got up quickly, hunched over like an old man, moved his short legs very fast, and fled away into the distance.
The throbbing in the puppet master's eyes became more and more intense with the sound of his heartbeat, and then when that trace of throbbing completely emerged from his eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned around and ran away.
In an instant, only the huge flaming black lotus and Qin Yang were left on the spot.
That heartbeat came from Qin Yang's chest.
His energy and blood surged, burning into flames, his true energy boiling like a roaring rage, and the fluctuations emitted by his soul were like the roar of an angry sea.
Only his consciousness was calm, without any ripples at all.
Qin Yang's face was expressionless and motionless, his eyes were indifferent and showed no emotion, but a drop of hot tears slowly slid down his cheek.
When that drop of hot tears shattered on the ground, Qin Yang slowly stretched out his hand and took out two small notebooks.
He turned to one of the pages.
There is a long-term to-do list on it, written in crooked ligatures that looks very perfunctory.
"Just don't let this bitch Zhang Zhengyi really die. Don't worry about the rest."
Then, he pulled out another small notebook.
Turn to one of the pages and there is also an article on it.
"Beat Zhang Zhengyi to death once."
Later, count by drawing the word "zheng", followed by the word "一".
Zhang Zhengyi was beaten to death six times in total.
Qin Yang put away his notebook and looked at the black lotus burning with flames in front of him.
It is a bit difficult to complete these two items.
He must first revive Zhang Zhengyi, then take him out of here, and then beat him to death six times.
Qin Yang slowly stepped forward, stretched out a hand, and touched the black lotus.
The flames burned his palms, instantly igniting them. The flesh and blood quickly withered, and the flames began to spread along his hands and towards his arms.
Qin Yang glanced at his left hand expressionlessly, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the wrist, crushed the wrist in vain, and then pulled off the ignited left hand and threw it aside.
After losing his body, his left hand was instantly wrapped in black fire. In just one or two breaths, his left hand turned into ashes and dissipated.
At this time, Qin Yang activated the dragon blood magic, mobilized the power of the true dragon's blood, and took the elixir. The flesh and blood surged around the broken wrist, and a new hand regenerated rapidly.
It's just that this new hand is much weaker than the original one, and the power flows to the left hand over and over again.
His left hand could not withstand such his own strength. The skin continued to crack and the bones continued to shatter, but at the same time, the Dragon Blood Treasure Technique was also being repaired over and over again.
Everything was smashed in an instant, and repaired again in an instant. In just a few breaths, this cycle happened hundreds of times.
The strength of the left hand also increased rapidly at an extremely terrifying speed. After a dozen breaths, it was not much different from the original.
During the whole process, Qin Yang didn't even frown. The kind of pain that would make most people collapse couldn't help but make his eyes even slightly fluctuate.
Qin Yang stood in front of the flaming black lotus, and his thinking began to speed up.
The more rational you are, the colder you are, but the speed of thinking is getting faster and faster.
Now there is no need to cool down even for overclocking.
In one breath, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.
His thinking was so powerful that his body could no longer bear it. Countless thoughts formed a thought storm around him. The power of consciousness that could be clearly felt but could not be sensed clearly was alternating crazily.
At this moment, if any living being with normal thinking falls here and is fed into the brain by this terrible thought storm, the best result is to faint on the spot and shut down the computer, and never experience this kind of thought storm again.
After just a few breaths, Qin Yang stopped his crazy thoughts.
After synthesizing all the information, I came to the conclusion that there are two shortcomings in achieving the goals set out in the notebook.
The first one is the most important shortcoming.
There are not enough skills and there are not enough means to deal with it.
The second one is lack of strength.
The Twelve Demonic Swords can no longer be used, and this method of temporarily increasing strength by a large amount is no longer available.
If you want to make up for your shortcomings in a short period of time, you must have the corresponding skills.
There is only one way.
Raise your realm.
Deduced from the current state, understand the White Jade Divine Gate.
It will take about ten years to draw conclusions.
Then if you continue to deduce the data with normal data, you will enter a state of severe mental retardation for more than a month.
After opening the White Jade Divine Gate, there is a high probability that there will be new abilities, but the characterization is too low and takes too long.
Abandoned.
The only remaining way is to upgrade the ruined Taoist palace and give birth to the Dharma.
Then, execute it immediately.
Qin Yang stretched out his left hand, and the black shadow's left hand merged into his left hand. At the same time, he began to practice together with the two remaining volumes of the Heaven-Building Immortal Code.
My thinking accelerated to the extreme and I began to comprehend.
The first pass of enlightenment is over.
The derivation results may not be sufficient with a high probability.
I started to comprehend it for the second time, trying to complete it and follow the deduction.
fail.
…
After half a cup of tea.
Based on the original insights, the sixty-third repetition of insights and deductions began.
The understanding is completed, the current conclusion is correct, the expected results are good, and you can proceed to the next step.
Start practicing.
Getting started successfully.
In an instant, golden Dao patterns appeared on the white jade divine gate, spreading all over the white jade divine gate, and a mysterious and mysterious aura spurted out.
There seemed to be some words floating on the white jade divine door.
Add twenty-three.
At the same time, the Black Jade Divine Gate opened, and all the power in the black hand was mobilized, continuously pouring into the Black Jade Divine Gate.
The black torrent surged down, turning into a downpour that enveloped the entire world.
Along with the black pouring rain, pieces of earth fragments collided together in the void, squeezing and merging in an extremely crude way.
Slowly, all the fragments of the earth turned into a whole irregular-shaped continent.
The land continued to change its overall shape with violent vibrations until everything stabilized.
In the center, as pieces of earth fragments collided in all directions, an internal highest peak appeared.
As the black rain continued to fall, huge black palaces with the lowest height of a thousand feet rose up around the mountain peaks.
There are palaces one after another, and there are some broken walls and ruins between them. Connecting them together, the faint atmosphere revealed is a huge palace complex stretching thousands of miles.
And the tallest solitary peak in the world is located in the center of the palace complex.
The solitary peak continued to climb in height, and when it reached a height of 9,999 feet, it seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier.
Qin Yang remained motionless and continued to increase his strength, and the aura on his body also climbed straight up.
The realm climbed all the way to the top of the Dao Palace, then stopped, but the breath and momentum were still growing.
Slowly, the top of the solitary peak stopped climbing, but the solitary peak itself was still changing. The top turned into a flat platform like a mirror, unable to reach an inch higher.
As soon as Qin Yang's thoughts moved, the demonic intention started and the demonic energy grew.
Possessed.
A rune began to appear between his eyebrows, his hair continued to grow, and his skin color began to show a hint of gray.
The aura continues to skyrocket as he becomes possessed, which is an all-round improvement.
After being possessed by the demon, the white jade divine door trembled slightly.
Qin Yang's face was expressionless. For him, the side effects of being possessed were completely negligible. This was an extremely effective method with no side effects, so he had to use it first.
As he became possessed by the demon, the world inside the Black Jade Divine Gate and the demonic energy also grew up, constantly integrating into the lonely peak.
But the lonely peak can no longer climb an inch.
At this time, Qin Yang stopped, stretched out his hand, and released the black jade divine gate.
The Yinglong relief on the black jade divine door suddenly opened its eyes, stared at Qin Yang, then swam away and wrapped around the black jade divine door, and the door slowly opened.
Qin Yang stepped into it.
Entering the center of the earth, climbing up step by step from the bottom of the solitary peak, to the top of the solitary peak.
A circle of copper rings appeared around his pupils, and the pupils spread out like crosses, connecting with the copper rings.
As his thinking accelerated to the extreme, countless incomprehensible messages were integrated. Slowly, in Qin Yang's eyes, a huge flat wall appeared across the lonely peak.
It is this huge wall that blocks the way for the lonely peak to continue to rise.
Qin Yang stretched out his left hand.
Seemingly out of habit, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Then, he flexed his fingers, pressed his middle finger with his thumb, and aimed at the giant wall pressing on the entire world.
Black oil gushes out of the black hand and quickly covers Qin Yang's body.
Qin Yang's momentum began to rise straight up, and the terrifying aura suppressed the whole world, trembling slightly.
Qin Yang had no expression on his face and pointed at the huge wall.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound exploded throughout the world.
Like the world's first thunder, it resounded throughout the world.
Qin Yang's body trembled, his consciousness went blank, and he stood blankly on the spot.
But in the purest and most rational situation, without any emotional fluctuations, there were no thoughts or oversights that should not have occurred.
He perfectly controlled his own power, used his own power as a channel, guided the black hand power that exceeded the limit of his power, and completed a perfect catharsis.
The force of the counter-shock only made him fall into silence for a few breaths.
When Qin Yang regained consciousness, he raised his head with a pale face.
On the giant wall that pressed down on the entire world, thin cracks began to spread from the place where Qin Yang's bullet hit.
"Click... click..."
A small sound suddenly turned into a loud crash.
Huge cracks penetrate the huge front wall.
After a dozen breaths, the giant wall suddenly shattered, turned into streaks of divine light, and disappeared without a trace.
The shackles are all removed, and the will of a hundred-foot pole emerges.
Qin Yang's realm suddenly exploded, and his momentum skyrocketed. After continuously increasing dozens of times, it finally slowed down.
At the same time, with the snap of Qin Yang's fingers.
On the white jade divine gate, some dense cracks suddenly appeared, like Dao lines, all over the entire white jade divine gate. It seemed that with a little more power, or a little less control, the white jade divine gate would be broken by a finger.
And on the black jade divine door, divine light is also flowing, and there are fine cracks all over.
The earth casually collapsed again, and the broken walls connecting the palaces collapsed immediately, and the huge palaces collapsed one after another.
The entire Taoist palace was almost shattered.
However, as Qin Yang's momentum increased, he successfully shattered the shackles.
With the infusion of power, the Black Jade Divine Gate began to repair itself. The size shrank by a circle, but became more condensed. The earth inside was also ten times smaller, but like the Black Jade Divine Gate, it became more condensed.
.
Huge black palaces condensed automatically, and the broken walls connecting the palaces seemed to become more complete.
The dense cracks on the white jade divine door slowly disappeared over time.
Advancement of realm.
Dharma!
Qin Yang stood there with his eyes closed. His aura continued to rise, and his knowledge was so rich that it almost overwhelmed his own accumulation. At this moment, he accumulated more and more.
The benefits he gained from the advancement far exceeded that of ordinary monks.
That is a kind of transcendence dozens or hundreds of times.
This is why, whenever there is a talented person in a big force who has the potential to reach the top, he will not be encouraged by others.
It doesn't matter if you are in the realm of Shenmen or Shenmen, there are various methods to ensure a strong foundation and to advance quickly.
But since entering the Dao Palace, no one who can be called a hero has stayed in the realm of Shenmen for a long time.
The farther back you go, the longer you stay.
Just like the parallel-imported fast-growing Taoist palaces they have encountered before, their future ends here. Even promotion within the realm of the Taoist palace will become particularly difficult. Although their strength is stronger than that of ordinary gods, in the Taoist palace
Among the monks, he is definitely at the bottom.
Geniuses in big forces may be able to kill them with only the Shenmen realm.
This is what is commonly called a cross-level challenge.
Realm is related to combat power, but it is not the only one. Most of the time, it is not even the first condition.
Qin Yang felt no joy at all about the dangerous and dangerous advancement of Dharma.
He went straight to the top of Gufeng Mountain.
The solitary peak did not continue to climb, but in the center of the flat peak, a twelve-pointed black altar rose.
In the center of the altar, there was an ordinary-looking, featureless black sword.
The black sword is neither gold nor wood, nor stone nor jade, and has no patterns at all. It is just like an extremely crude training sword.
Qin Yang stepped forward, stretched out his left hand, pulled out the black sword, turned around and left the Black Jade Divine Gate.
The door slammed shut, and the Yinglong relief returned to the center of the door, closed its eyes, and turned into a relief.
Putting away the black jade divine gate, Qin Yang held the sword in his left hand and came to the black lotus burning with flames.
A sword was struck, and the black lotus was split into two halves.
The black flame burned the black sword, but the black sword did not react at all.
As the lotus petals were split open, the memory scenes began to turn into phantoms and slowly dissipated in mid-air.
In the center of the black lotus, Zhang Zhengyi's body is no longer visible.
His physical body has been dissipated in the flames, leaving only a ball of light in the center of the lotus, which is constantly being burned and dissipated by the surrounding black fire.
Seeing the lotus being opened, the light group seemed to want to spread out, turn into rays of light, and dissipate between heaven and earth.
However, he was struck back by Qin Yang's sword and returned to the form of a ball of light.
Qin Yang looked at the ball of light and fell into deep thought.
At this moment, a golden light flew from a distance.
The figure of the blind monk walked out of the golden light. He looked at the black lotus on the ground, and then at the light group.
In an instant, an idea occurred to him.
Do your best to destroy this light group.
However, at this moment, Qin Yang turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly.
The black sword held in his left hand slashed at the blind monk.
The blind monk was startled, clasped his hands together, and his whole body shone with golden light.
He blocked the flash of black light and the body of the black sword, but there was still a trace of power that cut through him.
The blind monk's divine light flashed frequently, and he backed away for a distance with a horrified look on his face.
He couldn't remember what he wanted to do just now!
Even, I can't remember what I should do now.
The blind monk quickly recalled the entire current situation to deduce what he should do.
But this thought can no longer appear.
He knew clearly that he should destroy the light group now and try his best, but the idea itself would not appear.
Before you do something, you must have an idea. The moment the idea emerges, then express it and do the thing itself.
If you can't even think about it, how can you do it?
You are thirsty, you see a glass of water in front of you, you want to pick up the glass and drink it.
But your body can no longer receive the thought of "picking up the glass of water."
Such is the case with the blind monk.
He felt everything about Qin Yang, but he couldn't feel any of the emotional fluctuations that Qin Yang should have as a human being.
He could even feel it, as long as he dared to do something to that ball of light.
Qin Yang will kill him immediately.
Especially when he felt the power of Qin Yang's left hand, he was very convinced that Qin Yang might really have such power.
After all, he has only reached the realm of a Dao Lord like an ordinary monk, but his strength is not as good as a real Dao Lord.
Coupled with the strange black sword with no breath in Qin Yang's hand, it seemed to be able to restrain him just right.
The blind monk looked at everything in front of him, and when he saw the ball of light trying to spread again, Qin Yang struck out with his sword without even looking.
The blind monk immediately moved away and never moved again.
Qin Yang turned around, took out a white lantern, and used his left hand to activate it. A pale white halo shone on the light group.
Within the area covered by the light, a corner of something seemed to be revealed.
Qin Yang increased his power input, and the light shone for several miles.
Slowly, a huge gate shaped like a compass, as black as ink, and thousands of feet high, emerged in the light.
Every inch of this huge compass is a layer, and every inch is a grid. The number of grids in each layer is increasing from the inside to the outside.
Qin Yang looked up and saw that one hundred thousand layers of grids, plus the number of each layer, increased exponentially, and the result that could be combined with each other was completely astronomical.
Among the results here, there may be only one or a few correct results.
If it's just one, that's okay, but if there are several, the order in which they appear may be another problem.
The probability of a successful outcome is so slim that it can be ignored.
If your thinking is accelerated to the extreme, it may take a long, long time to crack it.
Qin Yang's eyes scanned all the grids.
Soon, I discovered that some of these grids were actually different colors.
Qin Yang stepped in the air, climbed up the steps, and turned the layers in the compass to bring all the gray grids together.
In an instant, those small gray grids came together.
Facing Qin Yang's gaze, those small gray grids were constantly changing. The number of grids was getting smaller and smaller, and they slowly turned into a small door three feet wide and seven feet high.
In the center of the small door, there is only one palm mark and six small grids, all in the palm.
On each small grid, there is a word.
Arranged in order are "you, Qin, Dade, You, Ye".
Qin Yang stretched out his hand and moved the small grid expressionlessly.
After a while, the word "Qin" was left in the center of the palm, and the remaining five words were placed on the five fingers.
It's one sentence together.
Qin Youde, your uncle.
In an instant, the six character grids also disappeared, leaving only a palm print there.
Qin Yang stretched out his right hand and placed it in the palm print.
"Click."
The small door opened slowly.
Seeing this scene, the blind monk glanced at the dishonest light group and immediately had an idea.
"Donor, the old monk can help you trap this thing."
Qin Yang pointed at the light group.
"If you want to prevent the Emperor of Hades from resurrecting, I will kill him."
"Okay." The blind monk nodded in agreement without asking why Qin Yang knew this.
Qin Yang looked into the distance and drank expressionlessly.
"Mo Yang."
A loud shout echoed thousands of miles away.
Not long after, the puppet master flew back again. He had the same Sima face as Qin Yang. After he landed, he did not speak and stood there quietly.
Xun Mu, who had fled away just now, also came back with a face full of age spots.
After Xun Mu came back, he was breathing heavily, found a big rock to lean on, and sat on the ground.
Seeing that the blind monk seemed to be paying attention to him, Xun Mu grinned.
"Don't look at me. I'm already dying and useless. I just want to watch the Emperor of Hades being hacked to death so that I can die in peace."
Xun Mu glanced at Qin Yang, whose aura had changed drastically and was possessed by a demon, and smiled silently.
The underworld emperor is a melon, thinking that he has learned the Withering Heart Curse and cut off Qin Yang's hatred, and Qin Yang will never be able to increase his strength significantly again?
It's true that being clever is mistaken for you. No, this is called stupidity.
The Withered Heart Curse is a taboo among the human race. Is it because of incomplete memory that people who have cast the Withered Heart Curse cannot remember how miserable everyone is?
There was one guy among them. He forgot the other person's name and identity, and he didn't even remember whether he was a boy or a girl.
After this guy cast the Withering Heart Curse once, he was beaten to death by the good-tempered Lord Fu himself. It was a tragedy.
Even after death, no one will avenge him.
Because Fu Jun has wiped away even his name, his identity, and all traces of his existence.
But who is that person?
No one knows anymore.
Even his closest relatives don't remember that they once had a blood relative.
Completely wiped out.
Everyone only remembered that the good-tempered Lord Fu once personally beat to death a guy who had cast the Withering Heart Curse.
The reason why I still remember this is purely because of need.
Since then, the three words "Withering Heart Curse" will no longer appear in any classics when they are linked together.
This time it was not erased, but no one dared to keep it.
They were all frightened.
Xun Mu glanced at Qin Yang, whose realm had improved once, and sighed in his heart.
Fortunately, he is about to die. Fortunately, he no longer needs to be hostile to Qin Yang.
How terrible is Qin Yang who has lost his bottom line, lost the shackles in his heart, and has completely turned into a black man.
Fortunately, he didn't have to feel it at all.
At this moment, he could no longer see clearly what was going on with Qin Yang.
He knew the Heart Gate, and he also knew the white lantern, but he didn't feel any surprise at all when Qin Yang had this thing.
Qin Yang really looks like the legendary Fujun.
Maybe, he might actually be the reincarnation.
Xun Mu is quite looking forward to the next development.
The Emperor of Hades himself paved a road leading to true death.
This is his life.
Xun Mu couldn't help but laugh, and he smiled happily.
Qin Yang turned to look at the puppet master.
"Mo Yang, look at this blind monk. If I don't come out from inside, you get out of here and kill all the bald heads in the Arctic Icefield and the Land of Eternal Night."
"Oh." The puppet master nodded expressionlessly.
The blind monk's eyelids twitched. Although he didn't even have the intention to kill, his eyelids twitched and his scalp went numb.
"Hey, blind monk, I advise you to believe it. Have you ever heard of the Dead Heart Curse? It doesn't matter if you haven't. You just need to know that what he says now is absolutely true."
Xun Mu grinned and explained kindly. He looked at the puppet master and paused for a moment.
"The other one will definitely carry it out to perfection. In addition, no matter how kind I am, I would like to remind you that if this person stands and lets you beat him for a year, you won't be able to cause him any harm.
If we say that there will be no bald people left alive in the Far North and the Land of Eternal Night, we will definitely not discount it at all."
The blind monk didn't say anything, and the argument was useless. He flew to the black lotus, and the golden light from his body fell down, covering the black lotus.
Then he clasped his hands together and stopped moving, and the light group below also stopped moving.
Qin Yang didn't say anything, just pushed open the small door and entered.
Entering it, there is pure silence and darkness, nothing.
It was so quiet that the sound of blood flowing in Qin Yang's ears was like a rushing river, and the sound of heartbeat was like a drum beating in his chest.
Absolute darkness and dead silence are the simplest and most evocative things that can evoke fear in people's hearts.
This kind of fear will grow bit by bit as time goes by, spreading like poison and becoming completely irresistible.
However, Qin Yang no longer had any fear, he no longer felt fear at all.
Qin Yang waved the black sword with his left hand and slashed out with one strike.
The entire world remained unchanged, still dead silent and dark, but Qin Yang was keenly aware of what he had cut open.
He took out his bamboo flute and used the power of his magic hand to play the Yumian Anthem.
Nothing has changed around me, but I can still feel that something is being erased.
The lonely sound of the flute resounds in this dark world.
Progressing bit by bit, Qin Yang had no expression on his face the whole time, and no waves in his heart.
This is the memory of Hades.
Endless darkness, endless silence, nothing.
This is the method used by Hades to overwhelm the opponent when he seizes his body.
It is also a means of protection for the Hades Emperor.
Those endless memories are all he has.
His consciousness is this endless memory.
But at this moment, these memories were chopped into pieces by Qin Yang, and then all erased with the Yumian Shenqu.
There was no time, no space, nothing. Qin Yang could no longer accurately judge how long he had been here.
It's just repetitive, mechanically doing the same action over and over again.
Every time it is like a copy, there is no difference at all.
No negative emotions will arise.
The protective means of the Hades Emperor's memory have no effect on Qin Yang today.
I don’t know how much time passed, but finally something changed in the world of darkness and silence.
When the Yumian Shenqu was erasing those dark and dead memories, a hawk with black flames all over its body appeared in this dark world.
The huge eagle with wings spread a hundred thousand feet resisted the power of Yu Mian's Anthem and turned to look at Qin Yang, with a fierce light in its eyes.
Qin Yang had no expression on his face and without any hesitation, he swung his sword with his left hand, beheaded and chopped it into pieces, and then used the Yumian Shenqu to erase the chopped pieces.
At this step last night, Qin Yang even conveniently erased his memory from the time he entered this place to the time he saw the turtle just now.
After this period of time dissipated, the dark world suddenly changed and turned into a lush world.
Among them is a giant tree with red leaves that reaches straight into the sky, spreading its crown and supporting a bird's nest, with a huge hawk nestled inside.
The bird opened its mouth and spat out, and black fire surged forward like a tide. The heat wave and destructive aura it carried was no different from the real thing.
Qin Yang did the same, swung his sword, chopped up the black fire, and wiped it away.
Then rush forward, kill the bird, chop it into pieces, and wipe it away.
From then on, it was still the same memory of darkness and silence.
Every time you advance a little bit, a eagle will appear.
Qin Yang worked tirelessly time and time again to kill, cut into pieces and erase all the bad things in his memory.
The screen changed again.
In a human settlement, a woman in a black dress with soft eyebrows was treating a seriously injured human.
It seems that this place is from a very long time ago and the conditions are extremely simple.
When the woman saw Qin Yang holding a black sword, she immediately backed away in horror.
"Master Fu, why is this happening? What did I do wrong?"
"I am not the prince." Qin Yang's eyes were indifferent. As he spoke, he directly waved the black sword in his left hand to kill him, and then wiped it away.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Yang couldn't even remember that he had ever seen that woman after his memory was erased.
What a bird once looked like.
Repeating this process, Qin Yang saw various appearances of the bird.
But every time, Qin Yang would not hesitate. No matter what the other party looked like, as long as it was a bird, he would cut it into pieces and erase it.
This was repeated a hundred thousand times over and over again.
Qin Yang was still the same as before, not numb.
Because he was already numb from the beginning.
The scene changed again, and this time, Yuan Ji turned into Zhang Zhengyi.
"Senior Brother Qin..." Zhang Zhengyi was surprised and happy, and rushed towards Qin Yang: "You... uh..."
Before he finished speaking, the world in his memory, along with Zhang Zhengyi, was cut in half.
Qin Yang swung his sword again, cutting the picture into pieces and separating them. What was finally separated was the one that really belonged to Zhang Zhengyi. There was only one picture of Qin Yang being surprised and happy.
Qin Yang put away this picture and erased everything else.
keep going.
This time, it was a scene at the Daomen station.
Uncle Meng was giving Zhang Zhengyi some instructions.
Qin Yang once again chopped up the world of memory pictures, and then cut off Master Meng. The next moment, Zhang Zhengyi’s memory about Master Meng fell out, and the part of Master Meng that was chopped off turned into a bird.
appearance.
Behead, erase.
Like an emotionless killing machine, doing one thing repeatedly and numbly.
Cut the memory into pieces, peel off Zhang Zhengyi’s memory, and erase the memory of the Underworld Emperor.
Keep pushing forward, and soon the memory world will change again.
Back to the time when Emperor Hades met Qin Yang and hit Qin Yang with the Withering Heart Curse.
Qin Yang swung his sword and killed himself first.
His eyes were as bright as fire, and he could see at a glance that this time, the Underworld Emperor had hidden the most critical memory under his own memory, which was Qin Yang in his memory.
Behead, chop, peel, take away, erase, a set of procedures, familiar to you.
The screen changed again.
The Hades Emperor turned into a stranger. When he saw Qin Yang, especially Qin Yang's left hand and the sword, he backed away in horror.
"Fu Jun?
"No, you are not Fujun, who are you?"
"me……"
The panic on Pluto Emperor's face became even worse, and he took a breath of air.
"Where's my name? Who am I?"
"By the way, I am Minghuang."
He became crazy, talking to himself, and became even more frightened when he saw Qin Yang walking in.
"Have I ever offended you? Don't come over!"
Qin Yang walked forward with an expressionless expression, and simply drew his sword to split, chop, and erase it.
When this picture also disappeared, the whole world returned to darkness.
This time it's not a dark memory, but pure emptiness and nothingness.
There is only a little bit of inspiration left in the end.
Qin Yang put away this bit of aura. This was Zhang Zhengyi's purest consciousness and his last memory.
His blood rushed to the memory of dragging the Emperor of Hades to die with him.
Qin Yang even saw that at the end, Zhang Zhengyi was still scared and cursed the last words in his heart.
"Qin Youde, your uncle, I just want to understand. When you see me again in the future, aren't you going to kill me for the last time? What a loss, I didn't scold you enough to make enough money."
"Qin Youde, your uncle!"
Cursing over and over again.
The end is filled with this memory.
Until, he didn't even have any memory anymore.
Qin Yang's heart was like a dry pool, with a fleeting ripple suddenly appearing.
In an instant, he returned to his emotionless state again.
Qin Yang gathered Zhang Zhengyi's consciousness and all his memories.
Then erase all the memories of what I have experienced here.
The moment when Qin Yang erased the last image of the unfamiliar face of the Underworld Emperor that he saw in his memory.
There was a loud bang.
The whole world began to collapse.
Qin Yang turned around, and the small door he entered through had already appeared behind him.
He opened the door, stepped out, and left here.
…
The giant gate is still manifesting.
Qin Yang didn't come out either, but both the blind monk and Xun Mu could see that the flames of the black lotus were getting weaker and weaker, and the light group in the lotus heart was getting smaller and darker.
On the ground in the distance, a strange wave slowly appeared on the corpse of Sect Leader Yan.
He suddenly sat up and his dilated pupils slowly retracted. He just glanced at the strange situation here and left without looking back.
The blind monk was busy suppressing the light group and did not dare to relax.
The puppet master is busy guarding the blind monk, and the lesson learned from the trick has appeared before. If he is not stupid, he can be fooled twice!
And Xun Mu...
There is only half a breath left, so ignore it.
A few days later, Bai Lin, who was left to die by Qin Yang, quietly approached Xun Mu with a stern look. After observing for a long time, Bai Lin quietly approached Xun Mu.
At this moment, Xun Mu saw that the huge door shaped like a compass suddenly shook and began to collapse.
Under the light of the white lantern, the broken pieces disappeared silently.
Xun Mu ignored the approaching Bai Lin at all. He tried his best to sit up straight, staring at the collapsed giant door with his old and cloudy eyes, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed three times.
"Emperor Hades! You fucking died in front of me! Haha...ha..."
The laughter stopped suddenly, and Xun Mu's body went limp, completely paralyzed on the ground, lifeless.
He closed his eyes and still had a smile on his face.
…
When the huge door almost collapsed, Qin Yang opened the small door and walked out.
As Qin Yang walked out, even the small door belonging to Zhang Zhengyi shattered and dissipated.
Qin Yang put away the white lantern, and the black lotus burning with black fire had also extinguished the flame.
The light group inside the lotus heart had completely dissipated at some point.
Qin Yang stepped forward and put away the somewhat broken black lotus.
ps: In order to take care of the reading experience, this is a big chapter of 10,000 words, and there are still many chapters. You can figure it out.