"Myths, gods, it's all true!"

Ling Luo's mind was like a thunderbolt, and he finally stopped doubting.

"Yes, in the ancient Lost Era, everything was suppressed as mortal, and now even if the suppression disappears, they will not necessarily recover, and my intuition comes from this. ”

Ling Luo shouted in his heart.

"Is it true to combine the holy sword left in the myth with the existence of the holy relic and the treasure?"

Ling Luo suddenly understood why the discerning scales of different worlds, the thousand-year scales, were superimposed into one.

Ling Luo looked ahead, the old ancient treasure.

Although I don't know the principle, it seems that treasures and treasures can be based on a certain spiritual medium and overlap each other into one.

And what would happen if he incorporated the real medium into the treasure and then combined it with the corresponding treasure?

Ling Luo intuitively felt that it would no longer be a simple increase of strength or not, but a sublimation of the essence of the essence.

"Yes, that's right. ”

At this moment, Ling Luo felt a sense of relief, and the doubts that had accumulated so far in his heart were finally perfectly explained.

"Uh, hey, this conclusion is quite simple, I actually struggled for so long to think of it, sure enough, relying on Xiaodi's wisdom will always make me think that she can analyze better, so I even began to disbelieve myself?"

Ling Luo thought about it, a little helpless, so much evidence was reminding him, but he still kept doubting himself.

"In that case, I'm really a little bit fine. Ling Luo said self-deprecatingly.

But can he be blamed for this?

No, just blame someone for being too perverted!

"The world is lost, so what are we, earthlings on Earth?" Ling Luo asked logically.

"I can't go into the details. Xiao Guang'er said timidly.

"I don't dare to touch the memory of the River Styx too much, woo woo, but what to do, it is only a matter of time before I am assimilated by him, I don't want to become him. ”

A mist rose in Xiao Guang'er's eyes, and the feeling of being swallowed by memory all the time was naturally unbearable, and she couldn't react to the fact that she was about to be swallowed by memory, and she was already panicking at the moment.

Seeing this, Ling Luo finally felt some compassion, and more guilt for the childlike little light, the previous threats.

"You just said that you helped me activate the Excalibur, then I will help you strip away your memory, can you help me manipulate the treasure?" Ling Luo said with a flash in his heart.

"Stripping memories?"

Xiao Guang'er was stunned for a moment, and then wiped her tears in surprise, the appearance of pear blossoms with rain is really cute.

In the face of danger, she will do nothing but cry.

"Yes, I will listen to you for everything, as long as there is no Styx memory, the magic sword seal is nothing!" Xiao Guang'er almost pleaded, and there were no more eccentrics.

Ling Luo nodded, this was also a deliberate decision.

As the Demon Dao Sect Master, Styx's knowledge and memory are absolutely unimaginable, and the help he will have after devouring it, and even the path to becoming stronger will be of great use.

The various magical powers exerted by the River Styx, especially the ancient thunder method, Ling Luo still remembered it vividly, and at this moment, he had the opportunity to contact it, of course he didn't want to let it go, and he didn't want it in vain.

"Okay, wait for me to cast the spell, don't move. ”

Ling Luo still needed the Golden King Scepter, the function of the Divine Spirit Treasure, which was unexpectedly extensive.

Spiritual deprivation is another magic of the king's scepter.

Every dead soul who goes to Hades has a book at the time of judgment, but this book is not the rules of the underworld and so on, but the conceptual embodiment of the dead soul, which clearly records all the past of the dead soul, from life to death, along with memories.

Spiritual deprivation is the result of the memory of the dead soul being written into a book and embodied by the concept.

Ling Luo thought about it, the legend of the underworld seems to have this kind of bridge, and the king of Hades also has a judge by his side, who can trace everything about the living beings.

Ling Luo shook his head, it seems that even if the myths are different, they are actually not far different inside.

"Run to the darkness of the soul. ”

Ling Luo directly released his real name without delaying at all.

"Huh..."

Under a cloud of black mist, the royal staff once again turned into a conceptual incarnation, like the god of Hades descending into the world.

"Huh?"

Xiao Guang'er flew over and looked at the black shadow with curiosity on her face, but the black shadow was unconscious, and she could only laugh at herself.

Xiao Guang'er pouted, then closed her eyes, and had a resigned expression.

Ling Luo stretched out his hand and looked at her with some amusement, and the concept incarnation was suddenly ordered.

The black shadow came to Xiao Guang'er's side, and quickly circled and danced, and black mist gushed out, covering Xiao Guang'er's body.

Xiao Guang'er felt cool, and then cautiously opened her eyes, wanting to see what was going on around her.

However, she couldn't see her fingers around, so frightened that her little face turned white, and she quickly closed her eyes again, and the aggrieved expression of being slaughtered was even worse.

Ling Luo smiled, ignored the cuteness, and continued to perform magic skills.

Styx's memory is very large, and the black shadow obviously has a long time to prepare, Ling Luo released his magic power, thinking about the secret that Xiao Guang'er said.

Speaking of which, he may be the first in the world to know the secrets so clearly.

And Ling Luo had tasted the sweetness of memory knowledge, and he was even more eager for the huge memory knowledge of the River Styx.

Gazing at the spiritual magic technique, there are a lot of such spells in the memory of the Styx, after all, the Demon Dao is the best at this.

Time passed slowly, and the black fog grew thicker.

However, Ling Luo stared at the black mist, and suddenly his mind cleared, and a trace of coolness rose in his heart.

"I'm playing with fire!

In movies and anime, people like him who are not greedy enough and set up a reverse flag don't seem to end well, and he is almost right.

Devouring memories are a little bit worse, he is the end of the car crash and death, and the influence of the flashing subconscious has not been eliminated, and he has spied on the more unstable memory of the Demon Ancestor.

Ling Luo's brows furrowed, and he quickly shook his head, the powerful power that he suddenly awakened couldn't help but get lost?

The decision to devour the memories of the River Styx seems to be unfeasible.

Ling Luo's thoughts gradually became clearer, in the end, he was not carried away by the power, and it was undoubtedly a better way to turn his memory into a book of concepts, and replace devouring memory with written records.

Ling Luo was slightly glad that power was the power if he could control it, and if he couldn't resist the temptation, it was just a monster chasing power.

"Hum..."

After about the time of the tea, the black mist finally became thick to the limit, and around Xiao Guang'er's body, it condensed into countless metallic black halos.

The aura is angular and cold, but it is a bound ribbon of text, overlapping inside and outside like a three-dimensional curve.

"What kind of text is this?"

Looking closely, the text light band is composed of incomparably small characters, which do not belong to any known modern language, and seem to be a very ancient language of the Flood Desolation.

There is a word of God, and it is impossible to read.

Ling Luo stepped forward directly and reached out to touch the black shadow. The black shadow did not hesitate, and surrounded Ling Luo with a burst of black mist.

Under the black mist, invisible fluctuations rose in Ling Luo's eyes, and various information belonging to modern Chinese was slowly passed out.

The black shadow paused, and suddenly became a little dull.

Hieroglyphs, completely different from its original language, took a long time to recover after receiving dark shadows.

And the halo script gradually deformed, and finally slowly changed into modern Chinese.

Half an hour later.

The black mist suddenly gathered violently, and gradually condensed into a book in the avatar's hand, which was extremely black and engraved with the court of the underworld.

After the advent of books, the written memory seemed to have a belonging, and it was like a sea of rivers, and they were separated and integrated into the book of concepts.

Xiao Guang'er's face gradually relaxed, and the memory of the River Styx, which had been eyeing her, really disappeared quickly, and she opened one eye secretly, and after seeing the strange situation around her, she almost jumped up with joy.

He swaggered open his eyes again, although Xiao Guang'er couldn't speak, but the gaze of 'You are a good person' looked straight at Ling Luo.

Ling Luo rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to her cuteness.

The memory of the Styx is really huge, and the memory conversion efficiency of the royal scepter can basically transform tens of thousands of years of memories in a flicker.

But the aura has not decreased, but with the transformation time, it has become more numerous, and there are constantly new memories, which are detached from Xiao Guang'er.

Ling Luo frowned, he didn't have time to drag it here, he suddenly activated his magic power, wanting to speed up the transformation efficiency.

However, as soon as he penetrated deep into his body, Ling Luo suddenly realized that his magic power had actually been consumed by nearly half.

This is terrifying, you must know that even in the repeated battles last night, Ling Luo did not use more than half of his magic power.

And just talking about the maintenance of Ebihe Sacred Mountain, every second is equivalent to releasing the true name of the obedient sword.

At this time, it's just a matter of sealing some memories, and the magic power will actually be lost?