After a while, the middle-aged man had a smile on his face, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said to himself: "Why is he dead, is he a ghost cultivator now?" No, it's a human body, and the soul is the same, it seems that this descendant must have some adventures, calculate it. ”

The ten fingers of a middle-aged man are like the pillars of the sky, extremely vast and mysterious, and in just a moment, the number of calculations is enough to reach a trillion trillion times.

Suddenly, he stopped with ten fingers, his pupils widened, and he muttered, "Chaos." ”

At this time, a mutation protruded, and a black bamboo condensed like ink jade suddenly appeared in the mirror picture, and with a slight shock, the picture turned into nothingness, and at the same time, the entire mirror image also shattered, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"The Instrument of the Beginning." When the middle-aged man saw Heizhu, he blurted out four words.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a thunder like a drum and a dragon roaring like a lion roared as if the sky was roaring angrily, furious and crazy, like the destruction of the sky and the collapse of the earth, and the momentum was like thousands of gods rushing to kill, breaking through the sky and turning the world upside down.

"Damn the old man of impermanence, set up a "mouth taboo", and when the emperor's cultivation is restored, he will kill the heavenly realm and lift your precepts fairy palace. ”

The middle-aged man's figure disappeared out of thin air, and the coffin lid closed in an instant, obviously entering the ancient coffin.

And at this moment, in this tomb, a deep blood-colored, thick thunder as a water tank burst out with a terrifying might, turning into a bloody blood dragon with teeth and claws rushing towards the ancient sarcophagus...

The thin bamboo suddenly shattered the void and descended into the illusion of the gods, without the power of how to dominate the wind and clouds and urge the mountains and the sea, but it was like a gong to open the way. With its own breath alone. Shocking in all directions. Opened up everything, so that the illusion of the gods was directly shattered, and it showed that its creation is infinite and has immeasurable power.

The black light of the fine bamboo shone like a steaming magic wand, sacrificing three feet of void above Dole's head, and the light like black gold swayed down, falling within a foot of Dole, protecting him. The power of the surrounding gods is excluded, and within the aperture is a stone road one zhang long and seven feet wide, the whole body is turquoise, and the light is flickering, even if it has passed for a long time, time has tempered, it has not changed, as if it is newly built, it is strange, this is naturally the "divine road" in Xiao Yan's mouth.

Beyond the sides of the divine path, it is pitch black and deep. Below is the endless abyss, and the "Endless Prison" is at the bottom of the abyss. Even for the powerhouses of the ordinary Nirvana Realm to reach the "Infinite Sun True Prison", it will take thousands of years.

I thought that I could still sharpen myself in the illusion of the gods, so that my state of mind could be taken to the next level, but unexpectedly, Xizhu suddenly broke through the illusion and disrupted Dole's plan, but at this moment he was not thinking about this, but everything he experienced in the illusion, and he vaguely felt that this thing was true.

"Maybe I'm thinking too much, the illusion is born from the heart, and the illusory characters derived from the three thousand illusions know my name." Dole thought about it for a moment, then gave up and didn't think much about it.

"Dore, there's one thing I didn't tell you. In fact, all the illusions experienced in the "Three Thousand Illusions" are real, and they are my own memories. When you have the idea of changing these things that are a foregone conclusion, you will be lost. I didn't say it before, I hope you can sharpen and sharpen more in the illusion, I don't know how much your memory has awakened now? Xiao Yan asked excitedly in his heart, because Doer's memory has awakened, which also means that he can practice the exercises in his memory, and his strength will naturally increase greatly in the future.

Moreover, Xiao Yan really wanted to know what identity Dole was.

The moment Dore heard that everything in the Three Thousand Illusions was his own memory, his face suddenly became as white as paper, bloodless, terrifying, and his facial features were tightly wrinkled, like a mad lion about to fall into madness, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, crisscrossing like steel bars.

He gritted his gums stubbornly, between the run-ins, creaked, his fists were clenched, and he couldn't be tighter anymore, his nails were deeply sunk into his palms, piercing bloody wounds, and drops of blood that had turned dark black due to the power of silence overflowed from between his fingers, dripping down, and the blue and black on the blue and blue stone road were shocking.

Dole's pair of pupils were splashing with blood, shining fiercely, burning like a fire, these eyes seemed to be buried with blood for thousands of years, and a resentful word squeezed out from between his teeth: "You-say-of-are-really-?!" ”

These six words seem to be a killing sword with endless resentment, piercing the heart, and the three people present all looked suffocated, depressed in their hearts, as if they were smashed on the heart by a hammer.

Xiao Yan, who never expected such a scene to happen, had a sudden burst in his heart, his whole body was cold, and his brain was confused. Suddenly, because the mind was still there, he suddenly felt Dole's emotions, it was a monstrous resentment that could not be exhausted like an abyss and a sea, terrifying, like the top of the mountains and seas, making his spirit, soul, heart, and spirit tremble, unable to breathe, and there was also a heartbreaking, hysterical, heart-wrenching, deep in the bones, reaching the soul of the extreme heartache, even if the physical pain is, it cannot be compared, it is simply a world of difference, not the same.

Just this moment of feeling made Xiao Yan's heart almost collapse, and he couldn't imagine what kind of pain Dole was carrying, and what kind of resentment he was carrying.

Xiao Yan, whose face was pale and had fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, did not cut off the connection with Dole, but gritted his teeth, stabilized his mind, and stubbornly accompanied him to bear this great suffering.

Xiao Yan, whose expression was painful and his facial features were wrinkled, didn't dare to look at Dole's eyes, tilted his head, took a deep breath, and spit out two words with difficulty: "Really." ”

Rumble!

At this moment, it seemed that thousands of earth-shaking thunderbolts rumbled in Dore's mind, and the obsession that had been holding on to it instantly collapsed, completely overturned, subverted, and turned into fragments, and disappeared.

At this moment, it was like the sky was falling apart, everything was eclipsed, without brilliance, and the sky was dark.

Dore's body was shaky, and he staggered back three steps, standing firm, but his back was no longer straight, and he was stiff, like a dying old man, desolate and sad, miserable and bleak. Within these three steps. His face turned white to blue. Then from green to dark. The last face is like the color of the earth, haggard, like a gossamer, languishing, the soul is not guarded, and there is no anger.

The pupils were heartbreakingly dark.

Dole is an extremely persistent and paranoid person, and what he thinks is in his heart. Just determine what. Since he was a child, he has always told himself that it was not his parents who didn't want him, and deliberately left him in the snowy mountains full of freezing and snow, and left him to fend for himself. But there are many special reasons, or he is separated from his parents, or he himself is lost, and other natural and man-made disasters, it is not that his parents abandoned him.

Every time, when Dole misses his biological parents. He will say to himself: Dad, mother. The child will find you, wait for me.

Finding his parents is the biggest obsession in Dole's heart, if it weren't for this obsession that has always insisted on him, he would not have come to this point, his cultivation is like this, his state of mind is like this, and his mind is like this.

But now everything is in vain, dreams are shattered, dreams are awakened, dreams are floating like dreams, everything is empty.

However, Dole didn't hate his mother, not at all.

Before he died, his heart was like a cut, and the pain was to the bone. But there was no other feeling but pain, not a trace of hatred. Because, in his mind at that time, there was no concept of life and death. Therefore, it is bitter to go, but there is no hatred, and there is no resentment. He couldn't tell whether the pain was mostly physical pain, or the instinctive heartache when he saw the tears of his mother's relatives who were connected to his blood, or the heartache of mother and son who had a heart-to-heart and felt his mother's heartache into his soul.

Probably both.

- When you live, but you should not raise it.

The old woman named "Gu Ma" said this, and Dole heard it.

At that time, he was indeed dead. However, the soul is still in the chamber, becoming a ghost, a ghost psychic, and does not understand language, writing, etc.

This is the mother's suffering.

From his mother's desolate and desperate eyes, sad and unbridled crying, and his body trembling all the time, Dole knew that his mother couldn't bear it, was unwilling, and unwilling, but she had to do so.

But now do you hate Dore, who understands things and understands love, hate, hate, evil, affection, and hatred?

At that time, he had no hatred or resentment in his heart, so now he still has no hatred and no resentment in his heart.

Because, he is not the only one who suffers, his mother is more bitter than him.

What right does he have to hate.

You shouldn't hate, and you can't hate.

What does Doll hate?

It is this creation that is hated.

What is he complaining about?

It's this fate that complains.

At the moment when the fine bamboo broke through the illusion of the gods, Dole inadvertently saw a picture of the bright moon on the sea hanging on the wall of the landlord, and there was a line of ancient characters in the lower right corner - the third fence of the Chaos Chronicle 3,415,223 Chinese years, and Mr. Gu Ming's view of the gods and void sages was painted by the sea.

At this point, Dore also understands that he was born in the Age of Chaos.

That's why he lost his soul.

Even if, one day in the future, he ascends to the supreme, can cover the sky with one hand, invincible, and cannot resurrect his mother, and the endless years have long washed away the fragments of his soul.

The real heaven and man are forever separated.

Therefore, he hated this creation even more.

I resented this fate even more.

- Don't be obsessed, don't be confused, and you can get a long life.

Only by truly obtaining eternal immortality can we change our lives against the sky, create without touching, have no limit to fate, and have the slightest possibility of resurrecting our mother, so this is the path that Dole will take now.

Changsheng, who in this world can embark on the road to immortality? The God Emperor can't do it, neither can the Venerable, and neither can the Supreme Lord, in the dark, Dole's path, in the Chaos Era, seems to have been broken by his mother's words, whether this is doomed or a coincidence, no one can know.

Dole raised his head slightly, his eyes were no longer dim, as deep as the void, looking up at the sky, this touch of firmness and arrogance was beyond the heavens and the earth, transcendent.

At this moment, his mood was sublimated, and under the squareization, there was no bottleneck.

The road to eternal life, the road against the sky, and the death of no return.

Xianluo's eyes were clear and clear, like a whirlwind of all things Hu Yuehua, she looked at Dole, whose breath was completely different from before, smiled gently, soft and moving, stepped forward slightly, quietly and silently arrived at Dole's side, standing side by side, a pair of peach blossom eyes were faint, as if everything in Dole's heart could not hide from her.

She glanced at him lightly, and didn't say anything, just stretched out her plain hands, which were as white as jade, and took his shocking bloody hands, and the palms of her palms gushed out with a brilliant glow like a bright glow. In the brilliant light, the blood stains on Dole's hands seemed to be washed by pure water, the blood stains and dried blood stains disappeared in an instant, and the ten hideous blood stains on the palms of his hands began to heal, and after a breath, the wounds disappeared without a trace, as if they were not injured.

The god disappeared, and Xianluo let go of Dore's hand, withdrew it, and hid it in the cloud sleeve.

The two of them tacitly did not say a word, their eyes were as calm as water, they couldn't see anything abnormal, they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts, the atmosphere seemed to be slightly charming, but not embarrassing, but also not flat, as if it was ripples in the water, rippling in the microwave, seemingly light and not light, waves, but also let the undercurrent surge.

"It's a good moisturizer silently, smart, really smart." When Xiao Yan, whose face was pale, saw this scene, all the pain of Shicai was left in his mind, and he forgot it completely, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he laughed happily, with a ghostly look in his eyes.

Not to mention Xiao Yan, who claims to be a "love saint", even the little monk can see that Xianluo favors Doer, which is far from being as simple as a good impression between men and women, and as for the reason, only Xianluo himself knows.

And why Xiao Yan is only optimistic about Xianluo, instead of the red moon that Dol is deeply infatuated with, nor the Qingling Goddess who may be greatly involved with Dol, let alone the mysterious Yaoxin, the answer is only known to him.

Perhaps, it may be related to what Xiao Yan saw when he calculated Dole's identity.

There is a cause and there is an effect, and everything is inseparable from this principle.

The little monk of Tianbao True Buddha Pure Dust has now changed into a calm demeanor again, it seems that even if the Buddha's heart is turbulent, it will still be calm in an instant, but is this really the case?

The answer may have something to do with the Buddha truths pursued by the little monk.

Eventually, Dole interrupted the momentary calm and strange atmosphere by saying just two words: "Let's go." ”

Immediately, he turned around and stepped forward.

Xianluo walked quietly behind Doer, and the little monk of Jingchen and Xiao Yan, who were not enemies, followed closely.

Dole, who had just taken three or four steps on the divine path, frowned slightly, and suddenly said to Xiao Yan with a thought: "You already know that I was born in chaos, don't you?" ”

Xiao Yan's heart was cold, his thoughts were flying, and he didn't know how many things he thought about between the lightning and flint. After a while, he put his face on his face, pretended to be pitiful, and said with little confidence: "Well." But you haven't asked me, if you do, I'll say it, do you think that's the reason? ”

If you want Xiao Yan to bow her head, it's hard to say a word.

Dorr didn't blame Xiao Yan for hiding it from him for so long, just know about this matter, there is no need to ask anything, he revealed the matter and asked, "Do you know that there is a person named Mr. Gu Ming in the third barrier of the Chaos Era?" ”

Dole's heart fluctuated, and he was not at peace.

Xiao Yan saw Dole change the topic, knowing that he didn't blame himself, so he didn't worry about it anymore, and then searched for information about Mr. Gu Ming in his memory, but he didn't find any news, he frowned, and replied, "I don't know yet." However, my current memory has not really awakened, and a lot of it is missing, and it is only when my cultivation is restored to its previous peak that my memory can be fully recovered, and I may be able to remember it at that time. ”

Xiao Yan was indeed curious about who Mr. Gu Ming was and what it had to do with Dole, but he wouldn't ask. (To be continued.) )