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Around the rosette space, a layer of pale yellow light suddenly rose, which was the same as the halo that wrapped Lin Yi's soul through the eons ten thousand years ago.

The moment the monstrous flames appeared, the rosette space activated the defense mode.

But with the disappearance of the sea of fire, the halo on the periphery of the rosette space also disappeared.

Lin Yi knew that the monstrous sea of fire was an illusion, but he didn't know why such an illusion suddenly appeared in the sea of his knowledge.

As soon as the sea of fire disappeared, a picture appeared again in Lin Yi's sea of knowledge.

In the picture is a young man and woman, the man is handsome and honest, the woman is beautiful and capable, a man and a woman are weeding in a field next to a thatched hut.

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, talking and laughing, and the sky was a rising sunrise.

Seeing this picture, Lin Yi's heart couldn't help but become warm and warm, this is the life he longed for and dreamed of.

In the blink of an eye, the picture disappeared, replaced by a picture of life and death.

The young men were taken away by a group of monks who not only destroyed their fields, but also demolished their huts.

The young man was tied up and taken away by the monks.

The woman's head was bleeding and she fell weakly beside the hut, she whimpered and choked, lay on the ground, and crawled towards the back of the man who was escorted away with great difficulty.

Crawling and crawling, the woman's bloody hand touched a hoe......

Seeing this, Lin Yi's heart suddenly panched, and seeing the loneliness and helplessness of the woman in the picture, he suddenly remembered his Qianxue, and suddenly remembered his mother ten thousand years ago......

In the blink of an eye, the second image disappeared, and in its place, the third image was still only the woman.

The woman sat by the river, holding a hoe in her hand, staring blankly into the distance, her eyes looking very hollow, as if she were blind.

After her husband was taken away by the monks, she washed her face with tears all day long, and her eyes were already blind from crying.

She sat by the river like this, staring into the distance with empty eyes, and let the wind and rain blow, and overnight, all her green hair turned white.

Her empty eyes were filled with the flames of hatred.

When the last rays of the sun vanished, her gray hair burst into flames.

Flames illuminate the pitch-black wilderness.

The woman slowly stood up and roared to the sky, and at this moment, all the sadness in her heart, all the anger, all the bonds to her lover, all turned into a raging flame......

In the blink of an eye, the picture disappeared again.

A moment later, another picture appeared in Lin Yi's sea of knowledge.

In the picture, the woman is barefoot, ragged, dragging her long hair burning with flames, fighting thousands of Terran monks.

The woman held an inconspicuous hoe in her hand, but with each swing of the hoe, a monk would shed blood.

One monk after another fell, and the woman finally saw her husband, who had turned into a pile of bones.

The woman knelt on her knees, hugged her bones and cried bitterly......

Seeing this, Lin Yi's heart was like a knife, and the experience of the woman in the picture reminded him of his Qianxue......

In the blink of an eye, the picture disappeared again.

In the picture that resurfaced, the woman refined her husband's white bones with the hoe, and she sealed the last trace of her husband's soul left in the white bones and locked it in the hoe.

With a hoe in her hand, the woman fights the world alone, slaughtering hundreds of millions of living beings.

The woman's eyes were so indifferent, and the people in the world were like dung in her eyes.

In order to resurrect her husband, the woman went to heaven and earth, fought alone for nine days, and spilled blood in the sky......

At this point, the image finally disappeared.

There is one more word in Lin Yi's sea of knowledge, a very, very old font, that word is like two burning torches, and that word is like two dancing flames.

Lin Yi looked at that word, his blood was already boiling, and his eyes were moist.

Even the well-read Lin Yi had never seen that word, but Lin Yi knew that it was a "Yan" word.

At this moment, he finally knew who the woman in the picture was, and the woman was Emperor Yan.

That woman is one of the five emperors of antiquity, the Yan Emperor who is as famous as the Emperor Xiaoding.

Legend has it that Emperor Yan is both good and evil.

Legend has it that Emperor Yan is very powerful and mysterious.

No one knows the gender of Emperor Yan, and Emperor Yan's strength makes everyone ignore her gender.

It turned out that Emperor Yan had such an unknown sad past.

It turned out that the reason why Emperor Yan was so powerful was just to resurrect her husband.

It turned out that even after Emperor Yan became an emperor, he was still a mortal.

The word Yan was like a fire, beating gently in Lin Yi's sea of knowledge.

Looking at this word, Lin Yi couldn't calm down for a long time.

This is the inheritance of Emperor Yan!

The unique inheritance of the Yandi!

Lin Yi took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and his consciousness entered his body, he turned his eyes to glance at the portrait of Emperor Yan among the five portraits.

Lin Yi looked respectfully at the portrait and bowed deeply.

In the portrait, the image of Emperor Yan becomes static again, as if it has never moved.

Lin Yi bowed down to the portrait, which puzzled many people.

Lin Yi stood up, turned around, and looked at the dead moon opposite.

At this time, the realm of the Dead Moon was still in the early stage of the Ninth Order Demon Phase. At this time, Lin Yi realized that the six pictures of Emperor Yan's life flashed in his sea of consciousness, but it was just a matter of blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, he had inherited the inheritance of Emperor Yan, and the Dead Moon was still complacent and arrogant about the imminent restoration to the peak of the ninth-order demonic weather.

Lin Yi saw despair in the eyes of many people around him, and from the eyes of more than 100 demons opposite, he saw excitement and ecstasy.

"Haha, Lin Yi is dead. Lord Dead Moon is about to regain the peak strength of the ninth-order demonic realm. At that time, Lin Yi was under the hands of Lord Dead Moon, and he was not an enemy at all, and this time Lin Yi would definitely die. ”

"Lord Dead Moon is mighty, worthy of being a peerless genius of my holy martial arts once in ten thousand years, today, at the bottom of this immortal sea, it is the time for Lord Dead Moon to kill Lin Yi and break through the Demon King. ”

More than a hundred demons were all boiling, they roared and roared, all cheering for the dead moon.

On the other hand, on the side of the Terran monks, it was lifeless.

At this time, the Dead Moon was still back to the middle stage of the Ninth Order Demon Season, he didn't want to wait any longer, he didn't want to wait any longer, he wanted to kill Lin Yi!

"Lin Yi, you should feel honored to die in the hands of this seat. ”

Dead Moon was bathed in rolling demonic flames, looked down at Lin Yi with contempt, and said: "You are not the first Terran genius to die in the hands of this seat, and you will not be the last, but no matter how many years have passed, this seat will still remember you, and you will be the first to force this seat to do all the tricks." ”

Lin Yi suddenly laughed, "Too self-righteous guys tend to die miserably, I'll give you a dead corpse!"

As he spoke, two flames burned in Lin Yi's eyes......

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