When Bianliang wanted to strangle himself, a wave of heat rose from his mind.

This heat evaporates everything in an instant.

There was no more pain in his mind, only the flames of hell, which had roasted him to the point of losing all consciousness.

Dying of death, the villain lost control and curled up.

Through the cracked hole in the membrane, Bianliang saw a small disc, on which both the villain and the membrane were carried.

The disk spun rapidly, and the white energy around it turned into a sunset redder than magma, and the red seemed to scorch the disk.

The outermost end of the disc was obviously unable to withstand the heat, and began to curl up, and as soon as the upturned edge of the disc touched the membrane, it immediately produced a burst of green smoke.

The blazing heat to incinerate the villain was transmitted from the warping of the disc to the membrane, the villain couldn't stand the temperature, and his arm began to melt, and after the white mist that melted out was absorbed by the membrane, the red on the surface of the membrane suddenly dimmed, and it turned jasper as if it had cooled down.

It's so hot, my head is going to melt! Bianliang wanted to shout helplessly, but found that his body had lost control and did not have the slightest strength.

Hwarang! It's really going to be over this time.

It's not that the body is melted, but the memory is cut off by the energy outside the disk, and now I only have chips and memories left.

It's so depressing, it's so depressing, it's too much to die in retreat! Bian Liang was unwilling and wanted to struggle, but the energy outside was too terrifying, and the soul in his memory was too small in comparison!

The edge of the disc could not withstand the heat, and began to crack, and some small pieces fell into the sunset, vaporizing in an instant, and disappearing.

The entire membrane outside the memory turned red, and a broken sunset fell in the cracked place, each of which made the villain smaller.

It didn't take long for the villain to be the size of his arm.

At this time, Bianliang's memory began to blur.

Like a burned diary, the memories of childhood are burned page by page.

It's the memory film that's starting to be destroyed.

According to the Book of Wonderland, the soul energy is wrapped in memory membranes, which allow the energy to not be absorbed by the substances outside the membrane, and human memories are in these membranes.

When the membrane is damaged, the memory is impaired.

Usually, as long as there is energy in the membrane, the membrane will be automatically repaired without being damaged!

But the energy outside the Bianliang is too strong, tearing the rupture of the membrane to prevent it from repairing.

Those energies are not conscious, and only follow the most basic principle of energy dissolution, which is to dissolve other energies into energies of the same nature.

But the energy in the memory membrane is not ordinary energy, it is Bianliang's soul energy, his consciousness is all in these energies, once it is fused by Li Changsheng's unconscious soul, his consciousness will all be washed away, even if the memory membrane still exists, his thoughts and seven emotions and six desires will be destroyed, turning into a land corpse.

The villain is Bianliang's soul energy, struggling desperately, but this struggle is too small and ridiculous.

It's like a bottle of ink to defend against a tank of water.

The mouth of the ink bottle has been opened, and the ink bottle is placed in a tank of water, and it is only a matter of time before it is fused and cleaned, and it is impossible to reverse it unless someone can destroy this tank of water!

Bianliang felt the loss of emotion, as well as the passage of memories, and regretted it in his mind.

This time, there will be no miracles.

Even if there is, it's useless, I'm like a child who fell into a water tank, and there is no Sima Guang by my side.

Suddenly, a coolness came from outside.

What is that?

Nectar?

How could there be such a thing in Hellfire!

Bian Liang felt it with all his heart, except for the slightly faint sunset, he couldn't feel anything around, and he was still surrounded by hellfire.

His head is a relic of the people of the Celestial Clan! That zipper that had been opened by Love with a tiny notch! It was Zhao Xiangyi who put it on.

Bianliang's appearance was terrifying, so terrible that Zhao Xiangyi's hair was burned, this kind of terrible, she had never seen it.

When she was at a loss, she saw the treasures of the people of the Celestial Clan!

The first time I heard my husband talk about the people of the Heavenly Clan was in Xuchang City, when Bian Liang held the diary of the people of the Heavenly Clan in one hand and the treasures of the people of the Celestial Clan in the other, but he couldn't use it, and watched the capital of the Tang Kingdom being destroyed by the Sea Clan.

Now that it was a matter of life and death, Bianliang's entire coat was burned, and only the treasure in his personal pocket remained, which was attached to him unscathed.

Zhao Xiangyi had no other way but to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and put the treasure on her husband's forehead.

The scorching heat drilled through the gap in the zipper to the treasure, the bottom of the zipper suddenly became transparent, a girl woke up from a deep sleep, her face was still hazy and no one could see clearly, but her silhouette was so distinct, and her body shape was so slender, if Bianliang was awake, if you look carefully, you will definitely find that this woman is very similar to Zhao Xiangyi.

The woman waved her hand, and a jasper-colored mist flew out of her hand, and the mist beads etherealized upwards floated out of the gap in the zipper, instantly enveloping Bianliang's head.

As soon as the surging energy like magma in Bianliang's body collided with the turquoise fog beads, the magma was immediately forced back a few points.

The beads of fog continued to move forward, seeping into Bianliang's skin and surging towards his brain.

The magma tried its best to block it, but it couldn't resist the invasion of the fog beads, so it could only retreat step by step, until it reached the edge of the brain.

If you retreat further, you will retreat into the frontal lobe.

At this time, countless white rays appeared next to the red energy, resisting the fog beads together!

The woman's blurred face shook, as if she was laughing at Bai Mang's indiscretion.

She got up and lifted the teapot next to her and slowly poured it down.

If Bianliang saw it, he would definitely be terrified.

He had seen this action in the secret room of the Shen Lian clan.

Love turned into a white worm and got into the zipper, and was knocked to death by the teapot.

What is hidden in the teapot is the energy that even Love's broken soul can't resist!

Now the woman, whom Love called a grudge, used the teapot again.

Slowly, a drop of blood-colored liquid beads poured out, and within the zipper, all kinds of soul energy spun wildly, and soon formed a colorful wind scroll.

The diameter of the wind roll is much larger than the notch of the zipper, which makes the woman a little uncomfortable.

She could only stretch out her jasper-like hand, plucking a small piece from the wind like a petal, and throwing a notch.

As soon as the colorful petals fell on Bianliang's forehead, they immediately absorbed the turquoise mist beads!

Without the advance of the fog beads, the magma and white mangs did not gush out, but frantically fled to the depths of the frontal lobes, like rats that had seen natural predators.

The petals shook lightly twice, turning into a phantom that pierced Bianliang's forehead and floated directly into the depths of his mind.

"Click." A crisp voice sounded, and Bianliang instantly regained his memory.

He controlled the little man who was paralyzed into a ball of mud to poke out of the chip, only to see his entire head shattered in half!

A bright red petal is embedded in the middle of the head, frantically absorbing the energy around it.

Soon, all kinds of soul energy around the head were absorbed, and the petals shook twice, and after shaking, they were larger than the original.

The woman beckoned with satisfaction, and the petals quickly floated into the zipper as if they had spirituality.

However, it has become too large to get into the zipper, and can only shake on the outside.

As if angry, the woman grabbed the zipper with her jade hand, trying to grab the petals in her hand.

However, as soon as her hand left the zipper, it was shattered in an instant.

Zhao Xiangyi and Xue Mulan had a cold wind blowing in front of them, and the two of them suddenly fell unconscious.

Where the jade hand shattered, it emitted a terrifying energy.

This energy is so terrifying that even the world can't bear it!

The cosmic space outside the zipper instantly collapsed, and in the cracks, all kinds of energy fled in all directions.

The shattered jade hand was reorganized in this crack, but the color was much lighter.

The jade hand grasped it lightly, and all kinds of energy were like silk in its hand, and it couldn't move.

The jade hand rubbed proudly a few times, and the energy was crushed, falling into the crack like dust.

The crack is like a human eye, slowly closing.

The jade hand hurriedly opened, trying to stop the crack from closing, but to no avail.

It leaped high, its fingers clenched into fists, and blasted towards the crack.

"Whew!" The terrible wind roared, and the crack opened wider, but the jade hand gradually shrank in the wind.

The woman with the broken arm got angry and used her remaining hand to grasp the wind and many more petals.

She waved her hand again and again, and threw the petals as a hidden weapon towards the crack.

"Whew, whew!" The crack grew bigger and bigger, and ribbons of various colors of energy appeared in the crack.

Unlike last time, these ribbons were thicker and brighter, and they were much bolder, tying up the petals and jade hands.

The woman's hazy face turned red, as if she was really angry, and she grabbed a handful of wind scrolls and wiped them on the broken arm, and the wind swept a few times, and a new arm grew out of the broken arm.

"Take my immortal soldiers and shatter the void." The woman muttered with her arms outstretched.

Inside the zipper, the kettle, the table and chairs, and the wind roll were all gone, and even the woman's body disappeared in an instant.

Moments later, the zipper shattered!

The energy was frantically scurrying, and in the secret room, there were more and more shattered spaces, like countless eyes surrounding the fragment of the zipper with the energy of destroying the world in the middle, devouring all the energy it released.

"Hahaha." The laughter like a silver bell sounded, it was so beautiful that it immediately attracted Bianliang's attention.

But his soul was too weak, and although there was a gap in the memory membrane, he couldn't channel the energy to drill out.

If you can't get out of your energy, you can't control your body. Unable to perceive the outside world.

"Just Tianyan, you want to tie me up too? It's ridiculous! The pleasant voice sounded again.

"I can't help myself!" The voice snorted coldly, and around the eyes, a small transparent bottle appeared, like a bottle of eye drops, filled with blue liquid.

The bottle danced rapidly, dripping a drop of liquid in every crack.

In the cracks, all kinds of ribbons scattered in all directions like frightened birds.

The eyes were also like being stimulated, desperately trying to close.

But it didn't work, the blue liquid turned into blue smoke, destroying all the ribbons, and those spatial cracks, as if they had been air-dried, lost their color.

The withered eyes became phantoms, left in the chambers.

And the bottle, coincidentally, just landed on Bianliang's head.

The bottle shook slightly, and a wisp of pale blue water vapor fell into Bianliang's chip.