After drinking a pot of delicious chicken soup, I suddenly felt that my dizziness disappeared a lot.

When I returned to the office next door, I realized that the reason why Huang Bawang didn't come over was not because he couldn't smell the obvious smell, but because he had already drunk the decoction that Ge Qingqing had prepared for him.

In order to prevent this guy from getting up and eating indiscriminately, Ge Qingqing added a little special gadget to his decoction, which made Huang Bawang sleep very deeply.

It is precisely because of this that I finished drinking this pot of Jiuzhen soup peacefully.

I have to say that the rooster that is impregnated with spiritual energy, is about to open up spiritual wisdom, and embarks on the path of cultivation tastes good.

But I'm not thinking about that, I'm thinking about the two scenes I saw before.

The two scenes were apparently unrelated, and I wondered why I saw them.

And, what does that weirdo who walks between the sea of bones want to tell me?

As soon as I thought about it, I suddenly felt the dizziness suppressed by a pot of Jiuzhen soup reappear.

I hurriedly ran my own exercises, washing my Yuan Shen Soul with the power of pure yang.

However...

As I continued to work on the exercises, gradually, I noticed that the situation around me had changed.

Although I lost the seed of the Law Phase, when I honed the primordial god, there was no divine tree in the Divine Sea that could illuminate the Three Realms, but there was a golden light filled the Divine Sea.

If I can continue to cultivate, maybe there will be a chance to condense a Dharma phase again with pure yang mana.

What I'm going to talk about now is not this, but the golden light in my sea of gods has gradually changed its appearance.

The golden light gradually dimmed, and finally emitted a strange dark red blood light.

The boundary between heaven and earth became obvious, and I suddenly felt that I was in the middle of a sea of bones.

This is also the Netherworld, and the exact location is the same mountain I saw earlier.

The man in the hat with the strange blackbird squatting on his shoulder was now squatting on the edge of the cliff, and his mouth was like chanting and singing something.

"What are you doing?"

I really want to ask him, even if I have to fight, I have to say something first, to understand what the situation is, right?

Bigger problems follow.

Because the first two scenes came and went faster, I didn't even have time to say a word before I was pulled back to reality by Xiao Huang and Lao Ding, so I didn't know that I couldn't speak in this place.

In the same way, it is impossible to transmit sound with divine thoughts.

It was a place where I could feel my presence and move, but I couldn't touch anything else or communicate with anyone.

Here, I'm like a passerby.

The hat-bearer chattered for a long time, and I was afraid that it would take more than ten minutes for the mountain peaks under our feet to tremble slightly.

At first, the tremor was not very large, but later, the shaking of the mountain became more and more intense.

Not only the mountain peaks, but also the sea of bones that grew on top of the mountain also moved.

From my point of view, the countless bones on the mountain began to twitch like epilepsy, and the sound of Titicaca was incessant.

Not only the mountain we were on, but also the surrounding peaks.

The man with the hat crouching on the edge of the cliff had no reaction to this vision, which could not be more obvious.

He was like a nail on the edge of the cliff, and the voice that came out of his mouth became more and more rapid.

Finally, the man turned back to where I was and shouted, "Get ready, what we're going to deal with will be there soon!"

I didn't know what he was talking about, but my body couldn't help but move.

Without any movement, my perspective doubled up, and in the blink of an eye, I looked down at the hat man in front of me.

It dawned on me that I was no longer me.

Right now, most likely, I'm witnessing someone else's memory.

The hat-bearer also ran backwards, and soon stood beside me, quietly looking down the cliff.

Nothing appeared under the cliff, but the sea of bones beside us had changed even more drastically.

The skull-like weeds were wailing, and the rest of the weeds were colliding with each other, as if protesting and rejecting something.

But their resistance was to no avail, and almost instantly, they were sucked into the mountain.

At this point, I had lost control of this body and could only be a complete spectator.

Finally, the owner of my body, and the man with the hat, came to deal with the target.

A tall skull with half a mountain peak appeared in front of us in the middle of the cliff, shattering half of the opposite peak.

If I'm not mistaken, this is a dragon's head, a dragon's skull, to be exact.

As the dragon's head rose higher and higher, I saw the whole dragon body.

It is roughly whole, but only bones, not the slightest bit of flesh and blood.

Looking at this posture, I know what the master of memory is facing now.

"An evil spirit, an ant of the witch clan, how dare you come to disturb Lord Ao Xian's sleep? I want you to regret what you did today!"

Ao Xian, who had turned into a ghost, shouted loudly, and his body floated into the air, hovering together freely.

The hat-taker didn't speak, just shook his shoulder slightly, and the black bird, which was all about to steady, immediately flew up, and its body expanded rapidly.

Although not as tall as Ao Xian, who was 100 meters long, this blackbird was also quite powerful, and he spread his wings and turned into a huge strange bird with five heads.

At this point, my body began to move, and it wasn't until I showed my weapon that I saw that it was a three-strand Soul Eater fork.

The final whereabouts of this three-strand soul devouring fork were taken by Lao Niu, and at this time, this magic weapon is in my hands.

I can feel this powerful feeling that I have at this time.

Undoubtedly, this memory belongs to Mr. Fu, who has been erased by me.

In the human world, the strength of ghosts and gods like Mr. Fu still has to be greatly discounted, so I can deal with him for a while, which does not represent his true strength.

As for Mr. Fu's overturn, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

The feeling I feel now should be the feeling in Mr. Fu's memory.

As he swung the three Soul Eater Forks, an incomparably large force erupted above the three Soul Eater Forks.

The hat-taker was not idle, and his body became larger, only to see that his appearance had also changed greatly, and there were even five heads on his body.

On the body of this ghost, on the shoulders and the knees of the legs, there are also five heads.

I don't know how many demonic giants are hidden in the underworld, but I know that they are absolutely indispensable.

(End of chapter)