"If it means something, I'll spare your life, and I'll seal all your memories and live as my private property in the future."

……

The delicate voice echoed in the big man's mind, but for some reason, his vision was always hazy, and then dimmed, and he couldn't see the slightest situation, probably because the ban was preventing him from remembering.

This voice is so familiar, the big man desperately recalls it, there is a tingling sensation spreading, the pain is extreme but he can't wake up, the big man's spirit is tense, just like a straightened string, only a little external force interference, it will break.

The spiritual power automatically protects the master, wraps the soul space of the big man, and tightly defends against the backlash from the prohibition, so that the soul space will not collapse, and the spiritual power is unconsciously urged by the big man, and he does not defend again, but takes the initiative to suppress the ban.

The ban was provoked by spiritual power, and naturally resisted more strongly, and the big man's soul space was in a mess, and the situation was not optimistic, but the big man was already determined to carry back the water, and never underestimate his determination.

The spiritual power spares no effort to impact the ban, and it seems that the ban is about to be broken, who would have thought that the ban will be suddenly strengthened, absorbing the martial energy of the big man to strengthen himself, and the big man cannot mobilize the martial energy at this time, even the spiritual power is passively exerted, and he has no control over the body.

The spiritual power is gradually depleted and becomes scarce, and the prohibition crushes the offensive of the spiritual power in one fell swoop. In reality, the big man had a mouthful of blood, staining a large area of his chest red, and the withered soul was not spared, and the withered soul turned around and only heard the big man muttering dreams.

The big man noticed that his spiritual power was completely eroded by the ban, and he was no longer able to return to the sky, and the soul space began to shatter, and he would live and die only in an instant, and the big man had no expectations at all.

The big man's soul space immediately brightened, the scene was clearly revealed, the ban was defeated, the big man condensed the last trace of spiritual power, unlocked the memory blockade of the ban, and the memory fragments were connected, enriching his memory.

"If it means something, I'll spare your life, and I'll seal all your memories and live as my private property in the future." The gray-robed man smiled lightly, lifted the brim of his hat, his hair fell like a waterfall, revealing his face, and his red lips were shining pink, and it was Ling Jiaoyun.

It's just that Ling Jiaoyun's beautiful eyes have turned into extreme gray, happy or sad, and she can't see any emotional ups and downs, and the cold slaughter fills her eyes, and the big man's heart is cold.

……

The big man's face was cold, the water stained his face, the blood mixed with the water ran down his cheeks, the big man opened his eyes violently, and the big man still had palpitations about the scene he had just seen.

"Awake?"

"Uncle!" The big man, no, it should be dry rain, his throat is a little dry, this title has not been called for a long time, and the mist is in the eye sockets but it does not fall.

The dry rain wanted to move, to hug the man who had raised him for more than ten years, but his body was imprisoned by the ban, and his mental power had no remnants for a long time, so how could he break the ban.

"It's really useless, I thought you would go out to practice for a while and make some progress, but you even need my help to break the ban." How can the dry soul still have the Lotte on weekdays, at this time the majesty between the edges and corners is revealed, sitting next to the dry rain.

The withered soul leaned against the tree, stretched out its broad, hot palms, rubbed the big man's hair, and his eyes were full of loneliness and a hint of relief. The withered soul turned his head and whispered to the withered rain, and the conversation that only the two could hear, the withered soul snapped its fingers and sealed the withered rain's mouth.

"The dry tribe is the ancestral land of the dry country, and you are the prince of the dry country, but there is no blood relationship, you were adopted by your father the dry emperor, the high priest divined for you, and measured that you are the lone star of the Ke country, and you will die in the dry country, but the dry emperor loves you, how can you believe it, so you are the introduction."

The withered soul exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the decline gradually grew very lonely, as if he was repenting of his karma and sacrificing the blood stained in his hands.

"This fierce medicine completely poisoned the dry emperor, and the high priest usurped the throne, but in order to appease the dry people's hearts, I left you who could not practice martial arts, and sent me to monitor on your behalf, if you choose to restore, you must be eliminated without asking for instructions. People are not plants, so I didn't kill you. ”

The dry rain calmly listened to the dry soul's story, and most of his heart was dead, so everything was a scam? Betrayed by those closest to you, that pain will precipitate and cannot be vented.

It turns out that the Yang Jue is one of the creations of the ancestors of the dry country, and the rattan recipe and the ghost recipe were lost after the founding of the country, and the real opening of the three is the ghost recipe, not the Yang Jue, and the dry soul handed over the Yang Jue to the dry rain at the beginning, and it also had other thoughts.

Fortunately, the big man had an adventure, otherwise he wouldn't have survived at all, but the dry soul still couldn't bear it, and added the fragment of the ghost recipe mentioned in the history books of the dry country to the yang recipe, hovering between mission and selfishness, the dry soul still didn't want anything to happen to the dry rain.

The dry rain eyes lost their brightness, and the ups and downs of things really made him unacceptable. The withered soul has raised himself for more than ten years, just so that he can finally kill himself with his own hands? This lie is too far-fetched to be believed. It's a pity that the facts are in front of us.

The withered soul got up abruptly and looked at the clearing not far away, where a transparent phantom appeared out of thin air, showing a faint outline, and the withered soul's breathing became short: "You are the spirit medium refined by the high priest with the death row prisoners of the dry country, it is not offensive in itself, but it is extremely difficult, if you encounter it in the future, remember to use spiritual power to shield its exploration."

Ku Yu looked stupid, and he didn't know if he listened to it, so he took off his wrench and put it on the side of Ku Yu, stroked Ku Yu's hair again, and continued with a soft gaze: "Don't think about revenge before your wings are full, this is a space ring, with the size of ten cubic meters, you can hide items with martial qi but can't put in living things, it's a gift for you." It can be regarded as repaying the favor of the withered emperor, and after today, you and I will break off. ”

The withered soul put the halberd he picked up from nowhere into the withered rain's hand and helped him hold it firmly, and at the same time withdrew his mental power, and his body suddenly leaned forward, piercing the withered soul's chest in one fell swoop.

Ku Yu's eyes widened, his heartbeat skipped a beat, and the warmth of the blood splashing on his cheeks was so clear, and Ku Yu felt so disgusted with blood for the first time.

The withered soul backhanded a palm of thunder lingered, hitting the withered rain's shoulder, and the electricity seeped into the muscles to instantly paralyze the withered rain's perception, and the withered soul was intercepted back to eighty percent when the palm power was completely diffused.

The dry soul's fingertips trembled and wrote quickly in the palm of the dry rain, and finally stiffened, and the dry rain tears broke the embankment two lines, and fainted again. This scene was completely fed back to the high priest through the medium, and there was no flaw in it, but it would only give him a misleading impression that "the rain is dead", and the medium gradually blurred and disappeared.

The big man fell to the ground, his eyes closed but the tears could not stop flowing, and his face was moistened. If the pain is to the point of sadness, why should the boy dust off his tears?

Since then, he has lived alone, without care, without relatives, scattered in the world, what is the desire to keep him. The black hair of the dry rain was bleached a little bit, and it happened overnight.