The vast land is extremely bleak, and at some point in this area, heavy snow has fallen.

In a trance, I forgot that this was the space in the Nai He Bridge.

Gray shadows appeared, blocking the way.

Su Wendao's long hair was flying, there was fierceness in his eyes, and he looked at a gray soul devouring beast not far away, looking a little irritable.

A fragment of memory condensed into a mist in the center of his brow, circling slowly, but it was clear that Su Wenwen didn't let the memory go.

"What are you, why are you so attached to memory......" he recorded, the wisp of memory still wandering, and the wandering gray shadows were getting closer, as if desperate for that memory.

But no one seemed to answer his question, and in the end, when those gray shadows approached again, Su Wendao used his palm as a knife, and slashed his heart ruthlessly, accompanied by a roar, black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became godless, and the memory also flew away, a group of soul eaters chased and bitten, the memory was fragmented and ceased to exist, Su Wendao's heart sank, and then a pain, some things, seemed to disappear forever.

And at this time, there was a rune cut out of the largest gray shadow in the front, and the rune was in the shape of a bird, but with a flap of its wings, it did not enter Su Wendao's body.

And Su Wendao's eyes turned gray, and those gray shadows let out a sharp long roar, and Su Wendao snorted coldly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

And those Soul Eaters disappeared silently.

Mu Luo was covered in blood, and a soul eater beast burrowed into his body, turning out his countless memories, and those memory pictures were presented, and his biggest secrets were all presented, which were the deepest secrets in his heart, and they were all visible at a glance at this time.

Seeing this, Mu Luo roared, and the primordial god bloomed, and fireworks appeared in the blue light, expelling the soul eater beast in his body.

However, the Soul Eater let out a long roar, and in an instant, the Soul Eater came from a distance, and in an instant, Mu Luo was wrapped in gray mist.

I don't know how long it has been, Mu Luo's eyes are blank, and he walks forward step by step, while outside him is a gray mist, accompanied by a soul eater beast.

And I don't know when, an old woman appeared and brought a bowl of green soup to Mu Luo, Mu Luo was not curious, let alone surprised, just said: "Just drink it?"

The old woman nodded, looked at Mu Luo with a smile, the wrinkles on her face were like a pine cone, but she smiled weirdly, and said, "Just drink it." ”

Mu Luo didn't say much, and his eyes became darker.

After a sip of drinking, he didn't know the taste, but he didn't look back and walked forward, the figure disappeared, a white mist flashed, and he appeared at the other end of the bridge, at this time, he turned around, and found that there were still people who had not boarded the bridge, but those people didn't seem to see him, he was silent, as if he had an understanding, so he turned his head and left.

After all, Mu Ming still didn't avoid those Soul Eater Beasts, they came from the bottom of the ground, the number is unknown, only to feel that there are Soul Eaters all around, approaching step by step, the big dog roars, extremely irritable, it seems that he naturally hates this kind of existence.

There was a condensation of yin and thunder, and the slightest lightning poured down, falling to the ground, and the mud and stones exploded.

Mu Ming appeared, and those soul eaters suddenly became agitated, but they didn't get close, they just kept flying, as if they were catching something.

Mu Ming's body exudes a ghostly aura, but in the end it disperses, and only Dan Huo is permeated, guarding his body.

The Soul Eaters were a little frightened and retreated a little distance, but when Ki Na stepped forward, the Soul Eaters approached again.

Mu Ming frowned, and with a stroke of one hand, a picture scroll appeared, and Mu Ming imprinted a scene after scene, and then threw it into the group of soulless beasts, and the beasts were in chaos, chasing the picture scroll away.

However, there were also soul eaters staring at Mu Na, and Mu Na felt their emotions and seemed to be confused.

At this time, a soul beast squirmed, and a rune flew out, as if it was about to enter Mu Ming's body, but the fire on Mu Ming's body was burning, and the rune couldn't get close, just kept wandering, and finally turned into a bird-shaped gray mist around Mu Ming.

The big dog roared, trying to slap the gray mist, but finally held back.

However, Mu Ming raised his fingertips, the Dan fire on his fingers disappeared, and the bird-shaped rune fell on it, Mu Ming's body shook, and countless pictures came to his face, as if he was about to enter his own heavenly spirit.

Kinama didn't stop it, and let the power enter, but it couldn't compare to the bird-shaped rune that appeared after circulating in his body for a week, and flew towards the soul eater.

"Void One......" The Soul Eater Beast emitted a divine sense, and its voice was extremely cold.

Kina's heart was shaken, this was not the first time he had come across this word, he had known earlier that he was a person with a void of fate, what is nothingness?

When the mountain god wanted to give up himself, he also saw the line of his own destiny, which was an extremely pure soul and body.

Most ordinary people or cultivators, even if they enter reincarnation and then reincarnate again, but there are still some vague marks, naturally these are nothing for most people, and even there are mysterious forces in reincarnation that are deliberately hidden, but for many people they still attach great importance to it.

The golden cicada, not so much living out the tenth life, is more like opening the memory of the tenth life of the past life, giving birth to the past true self in the original frontal shell, so there is a terrible accumulation of ten lifetimes.

Among the mundane, there is also the legend of the Sansheng Stone, which is also related to reincarnation.

And people like Mu Ming only have this life, not the past.

There are many such beings in Shinto today, and this is the last gift that the underworld gave to the world before it collapsed.

Kina's words: "What's the difference between the nihilists?"

The Soul Eater was about to leave, but when it heard the sound, it stopped, turned around, there was no light in its eyes, only empty whirlpools, and made an indifferent voice: "The Void belongs to reincarnation." ”

After that, without waiting for Kina's reaction, I saw the wind howling, and in an instant, Kimina was quiet here.

The atmosphere around him was completely different from before, and Kikina also paid attention to the words of the Soul Eater. There was an invisible breath approaching, and it seemed that the rejection of the wooden name here had gradually faded, and was replaced by the taste of the silky origin.

And the ghost qi in the body actually rotated at high speed, condensing in the Mu Ming Dantian, but it was only the size of a thumb, Mu Ming did not stop it, but instead distracted himself to urge the hungry ghost Dao supernatural power, and after a while, there was a fist-sized inner dan in the body, which was a space in the body, so even if the inner dan appeared, the space was also very wide.

And there are grimace lines on that Neidan, as if smiling instead of laughing, as if crying but not crying, but what makes Kinawa feel real is that the world around him actually makes him feel much more comfortable.

Walking forward, after a while, Kina's appearance on the bridge, the original space also disappeared, Kigena turned around and stopped, at this time the bridge was empty, only the void fluctuated and shining, Kikina knew that someone had entered the space of Fangcai.

"Nai He Qiao, how can I help it!" Mu Ming muttered to himself, cutting off his most reluctant memory before leaving, perhaps this is the last wisp of concern for the soul of the yang world, and then reincarnation, no longer worried.

The mist flowed, Meng Po appeared, and when she saw Mu Ming, Meng Po was silent, just holding a bowl of soup, which was hot, and the smell was faintly emitted, with a slightly bitter taste.

Mu Ming approached and said: "It is rumored that Meng Po soup is the soup of the eight bitters of life, one sip of drink, one sip of bitterness, eight mouthfuls into the stomach, there is no shortness of life anymore." ”

Meng Po nodded and said, "You understand, the soul beasts told you where you came from, and you don't want to drink this soup." ”

The voice was old, but it was deep, like an elderly mother-in-law, but the runes flashed in Mu Ming's eyes, but he saw that Meng Po's true body was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but why did he use this skin.

"Young man, there are some things that you can't see!" Meng Po lightly tapped the cane, the scene in Mu Ming's eyes disappeared, and the Meng Po in front of her was still the same as before, as for whether it was true or not, it didn't matter anymore.

Mu Ming said: "It's rude, dare to ask the seniors, how is this soup drunk, and what if you don't drink it?"

Meng Po smiled, most of her yellow teeth were missing, but she was not ugly, she could only hear her: "Meng Po soup is also called broken love soup, life is short, only those who have experienced human love can understand, you ...... It's still young, you don't understand. ”

Mu Ming was embarrassed, but Meng Po continued: "You can go, this soup is very precious, give it to others." ”

She clicked on crutches, and Mu Na was attracted by a strong force, and his body rolled upside down, and his vision disappeared.

But Meng Po also poured Meng Po soup into the yellow spring under the Nai He Bridge, and said to herself: "I don't know what to do, go deep, the living can die, and the dead can live." If you don't understand love, if you try, you will know the bitterness, and if it is painful, you will come back...... Here today, gone tomorrow. ”

She looked at the direction of Mu Ming's departure, sighed lightly, and her eyes showed reminiscence, and at some point, the Meng Po soup in her hand gradually condensed, and a bowl of Meng Po soup appeared in her hand again.