Why did Lin Ming's memory appear in his dream, or rather, how could there be Lin Ming's memory in the Tomb of the Demon God?

Thinking of this, Shengmei felt foggy again.

Shengmei couldn't figure it out, but now, she could only silently watch Lin Ming's life.

Her heart was trembling.

She looked forward to it in her heart, because she wanted to know Lin Ming's life.

But more ...... was afraid, she was afraid to see Lin Ming die lonely...... After watching Lin Ming wake up, she said goodbye to the two swordsmen and left Sword Mountain.

She saw Lin Ming all the way north, his body becoming more and more dilapidated.

His cultivation has regressed at a terrible speed, and he has completely become a wasted person.

Every day and night, Shengmei followed Lin Ming, looking at Lin Ming's back, which was infinitely lonely and lonely, although Lin Ming was straight, her heart felt like it had been cut by a knife.

Back then, when Shengmei left, she thought about the sourness that Lin Ming might face in the future, but when she really followed him personally, that feeling was completely different.

She was almost immersed in the scene, and she personally felt what his state of mind was when a peerless genius who once stood at the peak of thirty-three days and single-handedly saved the human race, was once knocked to the dust, not only did his strength pass quickly, but his lifespan was only a few decades...... Even a resolute person like Lin Ming couldn't withstand such a blow.

Shengmei followed Lin Ming to Qingsang City.

She looked at the hawkers, the fortune tellers, the beggars, the scholars, the woodcutters, the mortals she had almost never seen.

Then, she saw Lin Ming take a pancake from a lady who sold pancakes, and tasted the five flavors of life from the pancakes.

Shengmei's eyes, unconsciously, were already hazy...... She couldn't imagine.

Back then, when the Terrans were on the verge of despair.

Lin Ming lost all his lives in one day, how much he endured.

Maybe...... This is even more cruel than letting the Soul Emperor kill him back then...... In Qingsang City, where he lived as a child, Lin Ming stopped one by one.

Then, Lin Ming continued north.

In the northern desert, there is goose feather snow.

I don't know when it started, Lin Ming's face became pale and bloodless, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't stop coughing up blood.

Over and over.

Shengmei knew that what Lin Ming coughed up was essence blood.

Although the soul is weakened, Lin Ming's physical body at this time is still strong and can still make blood, but the soul is simply not enough to control such a powerful body, and it can't withstand the power of too strong qi and blood, so under the self-protection of the body.

He'll cough up the blood.

If this continues, there is no doubt that he will slowly lose his body and blood.

Looking at the scarlet blood droplets, Shengmei only felt extremely dazzling.

She saw Lin Ming meet her old friend again.

In other words, he actively found it with his senses.

It was an old man, weather-beaten and covered with hidden wounds.

She saw Lin Ming save a little girl.

That little girl's eyes were pure, and she was the only kind little girl who dared to give Lin Ming a sip of water when Lin Ming's body fell to the ground due to incomparable weakness in the era of war and chaos.

She saw that Lin Ming was only dealing with a few mortals, but because his body was injured, he was bleeding profusely...... A once powerful genius.

Now it has become so weak.

She saw that Lin Ming finally said goodbye to these people and went on alone.

His body was already so bad that he staggered with his steps.

There are even times.

He would suddenly weaken and fall to the ground.

His clothes were torn, unkempt, and despondent like a beggar.

He wanted to enter a city, but in that era of war and chaos, the soldiers defending the city recognized him as a refugee and blasted him out.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything about the guard.

He just dragged his lonely back and left silently, and under the sunset, his straight and thin figure, like a needle, pierced Shengmei's heart...... Vaguely, Shengmei felt that everything around her was blurred, and she remembered the words that Lin Ming had said to herself when he came to the Soul Realm to find herself before the Terran Tribulation broke out...... "I remember...... When I was still a mortal, an old man warned me not to be stubborn in practicing martial arts, and I didn't want to be in bed for the rest of my life, and my answer was...... Martial arts is like a flame, those who practice martial arts are burned by the flames, the pain and danger are countless, those who can't hold on are turned into ashes, and those who persist are reborn from the fire, even if I'm just a weak moth, I will not hesitate to rush into this flame, to fight for the one-in-ten thousand hope of nirvana into a phoenix......"

...... "I'm not a god Tianzun, my path belongs to me, I will go by myself, I will make my own choice, I will not regret it!"

...... "If life is only as it was first seen, ups and downs and prosperity, suddenly look back, but it is just a passing cloud." I only fight in the red dust, even if it is a wave, I will move forward bravely......"

...... Shengmei deeply knew that Lin Ming had the heart of martial arts that he adhered to, and it was unshakable.

Back then, Shengmei had persuaded him to give up the idea of saving the human race, after all, at that time, only Lin Ming in the Holy Lord Period, no matter from which aspect, he was insignificant in the great tribulation wave that was enough to sweep the heavens and the earth, and he couldn't even stir up a small wave.

Once the human race is destroyed, Lin Ming, who is so weak, will also lose his protection and drift with the tide in the endless wind and waves, and it is likely to be directly destroyed.

But Lin Ming never gave up, he came to the Soul Realm alone, and under almost impossible circumstances, he looked for the alliance of the Soul Clan.

Then he moved to the Ancient God Domain, and for a slim hope, he went to the Ancient God Domain to seek a way to save the world...... But this is such a person, and now, Shengmei can only see his lonely back, and the layers of scarlet blood...... What kind of transformation is this...... Shengmei's heart trembled.

Without following Lin Ming through this, she would never have been able to imagine what kind of suffering would have been.

"After all these years, is he dead......"

The qiē in front of him was already a scene from seven thousand years ago, and no matter what, seeing Lin Ming's physical condition, he couldn't hold on for so long.

And then, it seems to confirm Shengmei's speculation.

Shengmei saw Lin Ming go to a valley retreat.

Shengmei was surprised to see that when his life was completely desperate, Lin Ming actually began to disperse, his weak soul could not carry his qi and blood power and cultivation, so Lin Ming simply lowered his cultivation to the extent that his soul power could carry it!

This will undoubtedly greatly shorten his lifespan and make him even more miserable in the last years of his life.

But he did it without hesitation.

He seems to want to break through and then stand up, and turn into a butterfly!

How is this possible!

Shengmei shook her head, impossible, the soul is so weak, and the fire of life is like a candle in the wind, I am afraid that the dispersal will not reach the end, and Lin Ming will die!

It's all over here, maybe the images you can still see are only a few years, this canyon is Lin Ming's final grave.

This qiē proves that some of the insignificant hopes he pinned on Lin Ming back then were actually just the psychological comfort that Shengmei gave him.

A miracle can be born in Lin Ming, but the qiē he longs for is not a miracle, but impossible.

She saw that Lin Ming, who was in the middle of the scattered exercises, the green tendons on his forehead bulged one by one, and every pore of his began to spew sperm blood mist.

The pain in this can be imagined.

However, at this moment, Lin Ming let out a scream, even his expression was as resolute as iron, without the slightest hideousness and distortion.

He endured such pain with all his might, because he refused to give in!

Even if there is already a dead end ahead!

Shengmei really couldn't bear to look at it anymore, she could already predict the next result...... Time passed, and in the endless pain, Lin Ming gritted his teeth to support it.

One year, two years...... Lin Ming, whose body was completely dilapidated, gritted his teeth and supported it for so long, and ordinary martial artists died of pain.

But Lin Ming's will was too strong.

In the past two years, the essence and blood that overflowed from his body had stained the entire cave red, and the craggy rocks were full of coagulated plasma.

Shengmei didn't know how many times, seeing Lin Ming lying on the ground retching, seeing Lin Ming with blood beads on his forehead, biting his lips, and his ten fingers, including his toes, were deeply embedded in the rocks and soil, mixing with this plasma.

However, he still does not give up, there is an unyielding ruthlessness in his bones!

Shengmei sighed softly, her eyes were already confused...... (I won't sleep today, let's see how much I can write)...... (To be continued)