Sometimes the memory is buried too deeply, and sometimes the memory becomes too faint that even the owner himself doesn't remember it very well; At this time, most of the memories in the sea of knowledge are extracted, and they are stored in the most convenient place for the owner to use them.

Everyone has a different way of remembering, and the places where memories are stored are strange, and soul cultivation is quite painstaking to find. Yin Jiuyou remembered that the Venerable Master had hidden his past memories in the Scripture Pavilion on the highest peak of the Kingdom of God, and packed 3,700 boxes, each of which was a grain of fine sand, colorful. If all this sand were poured into the fjord, it would fill in the ravines and create a mountain.

So, where is Ning Xiaoxian's memory hidden?

Yin Jiuyou climbed all the way up along the Divine Tree, and soon found that there were seven continents here, but he could only pass through the lowest one, and the above six were all cloudy and mist, and he couldn't see the things in them. He climbed up the main trunk of the sacred tree, but was stopped by the clouds.

The resistance was soft, but it was also resolute. If you want to break in, I'm afraid it will take some effort.

It was the first time that Yin Jiuyou had encountered such a strange thing, and he suddenly became interested. However, he did not forget the original intention of infiltrating the kingdom of God, looked down at the known continent, and decided to start investigating from here.

He strode across the plains of the canopy of trees.

It looks no different from the real world, with mountains, rivers, farmland, towns, birds in the sky, running animals on the ground, and fish swimming in the water. Houses are lined up one after another, and believers come and go, and they are thriving.

The kingdom of God reflects the master's understanding of the rules of heaven and earth, and the more subtle his perception is, the closer the kingdom of God is to reality, and the less grotesque it is as it was before, but gradually becomes simple and complete.

It's also back to basics. What surprised Yin Jiuyou was the degree of prosperity here—Ning Xiaoxian's cultivation had fallen back to a mortal, and his divine power was completely gone, and even his divine soul should be weakened accordingly. The body and soul are one, which is said to be a loss. However, looking at her Aoki Divine Kingdom, where is there a little bit of decline?

Again, an irrationality.

Yin Jiuyu strolls through a large city, where people come and go in a hurry. The projection of believers in the kingdom of God is only focused on their own work, and does not pay attention to outsiders like him. Therefore, he can be left alone: "Hand over your memories, and I can make you suffer less." ”

These words were naturally said to Ning Xiaoxian. She is the creator here, she is the way of heaven, and she can receive every word and every action she makes with great clarity.

Heaven and earth were silent, and there was no response.

Yin Jiuyou didn't feel strange, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she took out a cigarette stick from her arms, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out.

The cigarette stick is made of pure black jade, and this approach shows that his face and fingers are white, and the smoke covers his handsome eyebrows and eyes hazy, and there is a kind of enchanting and extreme beauty.

However, when this puff of dry smoke was exhaled, it became the color of thick ink red sauce, and it spread in all directions.

Within a hundred hours, the entire continent was shrouded in gray-black mist, and there was no daylight.

If you look closely, you will see that this fog is like life, creeping and moving among all the buildings, rivers, rocks, and gravel, and carefully camping, as if to thoroughly inspect everything on this continent, leaving no dead ends.

Fortunately, the believers here have no five senses and emotions, and only continue to complete the task at hand mechanically, without making a fuss.

Three hundred years ago, even if he had penetrated into the Yin Nine Shadows of the Eternal Heaven Divine Kingdom to compete with him, he would never have such a ability—until he obtained the experience of the Barbarian Ancestor. The latter is the source of the barbarians' ten thousand laws, and the understanding of the soul law is also straightforward and essential. When Yin Jiuyou was suppressed in the Gods and Demons Prison, he made a deal with Ning Xiaoxian and obtained a large number of dead souls on the battlefield, and then devoured the divine souls of the Great Primer Master, and the soul body was condensed to the extreme. Now that he has gained the experience of the Barbarian Ancestor, many incomprehensions in the past have a sense of sudden opening, and the Tao has been repeatedly improved, and he has also crashed into the Great Perfection of the Divine Realm.

The black smoke cruised around every corner at least nine times before it left in a hurry, and finally shrunk into a small ball and returned to the palm of its owner.

Yin Jiuyou immediately closed his eyes, and it took a long time to open his eyes, but there was a touch of displeasure on his face.

Her memories were not found, so where did this woman hide all her memories?

He had searched every corner of the continent, not even the smallest detail.

Hmm, every corner of the continent? He looked around, and his gaze suddenly fell on the huge trunk of the Gunatu tree, and he couldn't help but pat his head:

Why did you forget about it?

The Divine Tree, like the Sea of Knowledge, is the substrate that constitutes the entire world of the Kingdom of God. But it was so large and ubiquitous that even Yin Jiu Yu subconsciously ignored its existence.

The largest and the most detailed, it is easy to deceive the human eye.

He leaped back to the trunk of the tree in two steps, chose a random branch and walked to the end, then pinched a green leaf and rubbed it with his fingers.

The leaves are oval in shape and larger than a palm. When he rubbed it like this, the leaves and veins suddenly became thin, and then a picture appeared in them.

In the painting is a water dungeon, in which a man is trapped chest-deep, with a silver chain running through the lute bone on his shoulder and the other end locked to a stone pillar.

His pale and handsome face was cold and cold, and he almost wrote "Don't approach the living", and his eyes were full of disdain.

This person, this scene, Yin Jiuyou is really familiar:

Long Heaven, Prison of Gods and Demons.

At this time, there is a voice in the voice: "Hello, where is this?"

Although he didn't see anyone, Yin Jiuyu could hear that this was Ning Xiaoxian's voice at once, but with three points of timidity, three points of fear, and four points of confidencelessness, and he looked very immature, far from being as calm and calm as he is now.

"Mortals?" Changtian's expression looked a little surprised, "How can mortals get in?"

"Wait, you don't even have a spiritual root?"

It turns out that these two people actually know each other like this? Yin Jiuyou raised his eyebrows, realizing that what he was seeing was the scene where the Changtian couple met for the first time. Ning Xiaoxian treasured this memory, because the picture and sound were so clear.

However, this is not what Yin Jiu Yu is looking for. He shook his head and grabbed another leaf.

This time, a kind old man appeared on the leaves, dressed in a green cloth robe, but his face was a little reluctant: "This world is full of thorns, and it is not easy for mortals to survive, do you really want to break out?"

Ning Xiaoxian's voice: "You should always go out and have a good time." Over the past year, the elders have taken care of it, and Xiaoxian will remember it. ”