Back at school again, Song Xiaopeng took out the assessment question type from the space of the Tree of Civilization and handed it to Grandma Wang and Luo Sui.

After personally explaining the cultivation to the people in the academy, he returned to his office and thought about how to retrieve the memories from three years ago.

There are two ways to retrieve memories from three years ago, one is to start with dark creatures, and the other is to use the power of nature to break the shackles in the depths of memory. This is also the conclusion he came to after discussing it in the Civilization Tree space.

It's just that with his current strength, if he walks out of the Goutou Mountain Range again, it will be difficult for him to protect himself.

He calculated Wumo before, he didn't have to think about that thing, and he hated himself to the core, although he wouldn't make a move on himself on the surface, but he still had many powerful dark creatures under his hands, and he was difficult to deal with with the coconut pear alone, don't look at the last time it was very cool, and he got a lot of dark energy from her. In terms of strength, he really can't guarantee that he will get cheap again, and he won't use this method unless he has to.

The rest is the second way, using thunder and lightning to split yourself.

Possessing enough dark energy in his body was a guarantee that he dared to try the second method.

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Deep in the clouds.

The top of the mountain.

Song Xiaopeng looked at the dark clouds rolling in the sky, inspected the iron tools and hundreds of dark energy pieces placed around, and then sat cross-legged with a solemn expression.

The power of thunder and lightning, in the face of this magical power from nature, Song Xiaopeng would be a lie if he wanted to say that he was not nervous, but deep down he had a faint urge to try.

Bang!

When the pitch-black clouds rolled in, the two dark clouds collided together, mixed with a thunderbolt that was feared in the depths of the soul.

Thunder and lightning are as thick as an arm.

Looking at the thunder and lightning that struck in an instant, the lotus phantom that appeared on Song Xiaopeng's body was golden in an instant, and it was immediately eclipsed and disappeared completely.

Poof!

He opened his mouth and vomited blood.

The whole person was chopped to scorched hair, his face was like black charcoal, his clothes were turned into shreds, his internal organs were rolling, his body was shaking, and he kept twitching.

The appearance can be described as miserable.

However, he did not faint.

At that moment, the hundreds of dark energy around him all turned into a stream of energy and entered his body, causing his dry true qi to be replenished in large quantities.

It's just that after such a while, Song Xiaopeng is also full of fear of the magical power of nature.

Five thunderbolts!

To put it simply, it is the power of thunder and lightning composed of the five natural elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. The cultivation system in the real world needs to be encountered by cultivators when they are promoted to the golden pill, and if they are over, they will produce the golden pill in the body, but if they can't do it, it will be annihilated by flying ashes.

In order to find memories, I had to try this method.

It's a cheat!

He remembered that moment just now.

But right now, he doesn't want to, and he can't help it. What's more, he is a person who will not give up easily when he decides.

In order to improve his strength, he crossed the realm of scattered leaves.

Fight!

The first one is done, and there are four left. Even if all the dark energy he had gained from this trip out of the mountain was exhausted, he would not regret it.

Gritting his teeth, he put out the level 1, 2, and 3 dark energy on his body in layers, Song Xiaopeng looked up at the dark clouds that gathered again: "Come on, come on more violently." ”

Bang!

Poof!

Song Xiaopeng vomited blood from the corner of his mouth, and the smell of burnt paste hit him, almost suffocating him. Fortunately, in the dantian, Shenglian's golden brilliance mixed with a cool feeling from the inside to the outside alleviated his sore spots. At the same time, he regained a trace of his spirit, and he did not hesitate to run the mental method of the "Aoba Sutra". In an instant, the hundreds of pieces of dark energy around him once again allowed him to recover his depleted true qi.

After another adjustment, Song Xiaopeng couldn't care about the skin on his body that was already as dark as coal, and waited for the dark clouds in the sky to collide with the power of thunder and lightning again.

Poof!

Third, fourth......

The fourth time passed, Song Xiaopeng was a little unsure.

It seems to have been hit by thunder and lightning for nothing.

Looking at the level 2 and 3 dark energy that still had hundreds of pieces left on the ground, it was a little difficult to choose.

If he welcomes the baptism of the fifth baptism of thunder and lightning, and the 'Five Thunder Bombardment' he did still can't retrieve the memory of three years ago, then the meaning of being struck by lightning this time and the reward he got will probably make him vomit blood with anger.

It's just that this thought disappeared in a flash, and he was thrown out of the sky in an instant.

Bang!

When the power of the fifth thunder and lightning fell, Song Xiaopeng nervously filled the depths of his memory.

It was as if a gap had been blasted open.

And in that gap, a small sapling, two leaves, and a root were faintly seen, standing in the depths of memory, and nothing else.

This little sapling looks like it has just pulled out a new sprout, and it looks like it is full of endless vicissitudes.

One stem, two leaves.

Song Xiaopeng wanted to feel more.

But at such a trance, he felt a strong sense of pain coming, which frightened him to give up quickly, and immediately started the mental method of "Aoba Sutra".

It's just that as soon as the true qi was restored, and all the dark energy on the ground was used up, a thunderbolt power that was unavoidable in the sky burst down.

Song Xiaopeng was so frightened that his soul was not possessed, if he was hacked again, it would be over.

But he was still a beat slower, and as soon as he dodged five meters, he was struck by the lightning attracted by the iron. Under the dark skin on the chest and abdomen, the tender flesh that had just grown was once again opened up a huge groove, which made him tremble in pain, but he didn't dare to let himself faint in place, and then rolled up, rolling out of the range of the iron tool to receive the power of thunder and lightning, Song Xiaopeng could no longer maintain consciousness, and fainted directly.

What he didn't know was that the little sapling that appeared in his consciousness resonated with the lotus flower in his body, and the outline of a heart appeared in the lotus again, and there was an illusory image of a small sapling in the outline, which just supported the illusory heart.

The raw lotus leaves on the outside of the lotus flower are the small sapling in the heart, as well as the leaf mark on the arm, the three form a cycle, and they work together, constantly releasing golden brilliance, exuding great vitality, and constantly moisturizing every inch of skin around him. When his skin grew back, the leaf imprints on his arms continued to absorb the aura of heaven and earth outside, and fed back to the little sapling in his heart.

It looks like it's alive.

A little squirrel squeaked on a branch not far away, and when the dark clouds between heaven and earth dispersed, it jumped and jumped on Song Xiaopeng, who had fainted, and tickled Song Xiaopeng's nose and ears with both feet.

Seeing that Song Xiaopeng showed no signs of waking up, the little squirrel seemed to be in a hurry.

I don't know where I found a lot of pine cones and piled them up next to Song Xiaopeng's mouth. One day, two days, three days passed, and the little squirrel was still scratching Song Xiaopeng, squeaking in his mouth.

The cool breeze hit, and there was a burst of coolness, Song Xiaopeng's fingers moved slightly, and the little squirrel noticed it, jumped out a few meters suddenly, hugged his feet, and looked at it with some cuteness.

Creak!

It seems to be joy.

Song Xiaopeng felt a little cold all over his body, and when he woke up leisurely, he saw the little squirrel not far away who was holding his feet and looking at him, a little surprised, and grinned.

It's just that as soon as he sat up from the ground, he found that something was wrong, he was too cool! When he looked down, he saw snow-white skin like a baby, although he didn't get his memory back, Song Xiaopeng was still very satisfied, knowing his limit, and he couldn't say that there was one more way to refine his body in the future.

But looking down slowly, Song Xiaopeng's old face turned red, he looked at the sky speechlessly, and he was messy in the wind in an instant, and his temperament was gone.