Lu Qingping and Zhu Rong in the war both chuckled in their hearts.

At this moment, they all understood what the co-workers who had broken up their true bodies were going to do.

"He wants to blow up his true spirit, relying on his connection with half of this great god body, stirring up everything here, and coming to die with us!"

Zhu Rong roared like a mania, with a little fear.

This is a trick that Zhu Rong has tried many times in so many cosmic worlds.

Whenever he fails, he always wants to drag others to die together.

This time, he has failed, but he is so crazy that he will gamble all the true spirits into it, and drag everyone in this Yin Yang Dao Sea into the water and destroy them together.

"There is only one master of this divine body, and that is the one who has the last laugh in this soul fusion!"

The Gonggong True Spirit emitted a crazy domineering voice that spread all over here.

It turned out that he was not trying to commit suicide.

Instead, he wanted to let his true spirit affect part of the power of the divine body, and turn everything of the three people here into the Yin and Yang Dao Sea.

It's like a big grinding disc.

Who can hold on to the end and be immortal, not only can they devour others, but they can also become the only master here!

This is the most dangerous and crazy option.

But it is the last method used by the co-workers to turn the tables.

If it weren't for the fact that he was united to destroy his physical body, how could he choose such a crazy move.

If one is not careful, it will be devoured by the other two.

"Damn it!"

Lu Qingping's heart was beating, but she couldn't stop it.

After the Gonggong True Spirit was powerful, a supreme divine power was transmitted down from the heavenly dome of this Yin Yang Dao Sea.

That was the power of this Great Divine Body.

The co-workers used the final source of the true spirit to communicate this power.

In an instant, a shocking whirlpool rolled up in this sea of ancient divine consciousness filled with yin and yang Dao qi, like a black hole that could swallow thousands of planets into it.

Thousands of wisps of yin and yang dao qi are spinning wildly.

A suction force that could not be resisted by the saint at all, passed out of the whirlpool.

The saints couldn't resist it.

Not to mention the three three-and-a-half-step sacredness here.

"You two, one half-wrecked, one outsider."

"That's exactly what I want!"

"I Zhu Rong must be the one who has the last laugh!"

Zhu Rong was quickly devoured in.

But he let out a domineering old man's long roar, with the reason that had just been after the panic.

The co-worker used its last true spirit to complete the act of hooking the power of the divine body.

This means that in this maelstrom, all he has left is his memory.

And Lu Qingping is an outsider, and has nothing to do with this Dacheng divine body.

In this dangerous battle that is about to devour and dump each other, he Zhu Rong must be the one who is most sure of winning.

Boom Boom!

The great storm of yin and yang qi in the sea of knowledge of the ancient gods finally swept all three of them into it.

Before being swallowed up by Dao Qi, Lu Qingping also understood what would happen next.

"It's a process of taking each other to see whose memory can dominate."

A person's memory is a person's proof of existence.

In Lu Qingping's consciousness, he is now surrounded by bizarre scenes.

There are ancient elephants from the primeval wilderness.

Among them, the huge gods and demons with their bodies like mountains run on the earth, carrying mountains on their shoulders and waving their hands to cut off the great rivers.

There is also the scene of immortals flying to the sky and the earth, and the magic weapon is terrifying and splitting the sky.

A majestic and tall, ethereal shadow of a true immortal fell between heaven and earth.

In the clouds, there are millions of fairy shadows, driving fairy boats, fairy ships, fairy ships, across thousands of worlds.

The starry sky is vast, and there is an ancient portal with the word "Nantian" written on it.

There is also the Buddha's light is vast, like a small world of mud and sand, around a huge mountain, like a planetary ring, in which there is a song that shakes the world.

"These are all the memories of Zhu Rong and Gonggong in different worlds!"

Lu Qingping's heart sank.

And today, the universe doesn't know how many lifetimes have passed.

Counting from the primeval desolation, the great worlds that these two ancient gods of the desolation have passed through are not at all countable, which proves that they are old and infinite.

On the contrary, he, a person who only has the memories of the earth and this life, has too little to rely on in this battle of retrieving the past information to fight!

"Judging from these scenes, they have at least awakened the great life of the fifth and even the sixth life, and if you add the reincarnation of the forty-ninth life that is not around the boundary in this life......"

In an instant, the vast sea of vicissitudes of eternal memory fragments were infecting Lu Qingping's mind like a tide.

It's a sinister confrontation without any fancy.

It has nothing to do with cultivation, nothing to do with combat power, and nothing to do with the Great Dao......

It is purely based on how rich a person's life experience and past are.

The true bodies of the three of them were either intact or broken, and they had all been swept up in the Yin Yang Dao Sea.

In the Yin Yang Dao Sea, all Dao Qi began to condense, like a huge cocoon rotating in the center of the ocean, surrounded by ancient Dao Qi, circulating.

Yin and Yang are the most essential things in the universe of heaven and earth.

It swallowed everything into it, including the power of the three people, cultivation, all turned into a part of this cocoon, and could no longer be used by anyone.

There are only three people in the cocoon, and only their memories are there.

Boom Boom ~~~

Lu Qingping is being eroded by the infinite horror of old pictures.

It's an incomparably vast land.

Suddenly.

A giant god whose height was immeasurable, and he could only see the clouds surrounding his waist from below, took a step, stepped on the thick mountains like a galaxy, and crashed headlong into the divine peak in the center of heaven and earth, which supported the stars of the universe and the vast worlds......

"Gonggong's anger can't touch Zhoushan!"

Lu Qingping's consciousness only flickered with such a thought.

Immediately, the sky collapsed in my consciousness and the earth cracked!

There is Zhu Rong roaring.

The co-workers were laughing triumphantly.

"Who can have the glory of your deity in your past!?"

The sky is falling apart again and again, and each time it is the memory of the co-worker, impacting, and refining the memory of others.

Bang~

Between heaven and earth, there was suddenly an ancient and majestic black emperor shadow.

The heavens and the earth surrounded him.

"This is Emperor Zhuan......"

The co-workers in the picture were slapped out by Emperor Zhuan with a palm and pressed under the infinite earth.

Immediately, he was furious and crashed into Buzhou Mountain again!

This is a picture of another world.

"Hahahahaha......"

Lu Qingping's consciousness reverberated with the rebellious and domineering laughter of the co-workers.

The great battle between him and Emperor Zhuan was so earth-shattering, and how terrible the impact and assimilation of Lu Qingping and Zhu Rong were!

One life after another.

Memory is like the most terrible force in the world.

Aren't these things that once existed the most unchangeable immortal facts in the world?

Who can change the past?

It is precisely because no one can change that everything in the past is so irresistible, difficult to get rid of, and difficult to be an enemy.

Zhu Rong's memory also impacted Lu Qingping's mind.

This god and demon of the desolation even served as a priest of the Ministry of Fire under the command of Emperor Yan of the human race, and was also reincarnated as the son of Gonggong, the grandson of Emperor Xuanyuan, and the purgatory demon god of the Buddhist clan......

But compared with the glorious past of co-workers, they are much inferior.

Lu Qingping could feel that Zhu Rong was fighting for some forces outside his memory in a special way.

This body is half of him, so he can control some power, but it is also limited.

Only Lu Qingping has neither a glorious past nor physical power.

Seeing that the memories of the two ancient gods were about to be dissipated by the impact.

Suddenly.

In the consciousness of the three of them, another lifetime of memories appeared.

"What is this life? Is it Zhu Rong's memory? ”

It's an infinite darkness, like the tide rippling in time and space.

Zhu Rong is also wondering if this is a certain life of co-workers.

Then.

The darkness faded like a tide.

Immediately afterward, an ocean of ancient waves appeared in the picture.

In the middle of the ancient wave on the surface of the avenue, there is a small island, which resembles a dragon's ao.

On the small island of Longao, there are cranes flying in the sky, and Qingluan is hanging and coiling on the island.

In the world of the island, there are spirit deer unicorns in the mountains and forests, real dragons are entrenched, and Rui beasts and mythical beasts are neighing.

In the middle of the island, there is a palace.

The palace was deserted, and there was no one there.

Even the plaque has fallen a lot of dust.

But the three big characters on the plaque made Gonggong and Zhu Rong tremble in their souls at this moment, and their souls let out a long howl in an instant:

"Biyou Palace!"

"Whose memory is this!"

"How can you have anything to do with Him!"

That one of the Seventeen Supremes of Heaven and Earth who suppressed the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms with a murderous aura.

"Lingbao Tianzun!"

"Tongtian Sect Master!"

It was almost the moment when the two of them screamed at the same time.

A sword light, as if tearing open time and space, shook the heavens and all worlds, and the clear light illuminated the world, reflecting the mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars in the texture.

But it's a bleak world!

Among them, the blood is overwhelming, and there are countless tens of millions of human heaven and earth, crying blood under this sword and being buried!