The remnant sun hangs diagonally in the sky, casting a glimmer of sunset.

The tall poplar trees stretch into the distance, like a waymark, and behind the ancient poplar trees, there are mausoleums.

There are monuments and majestic tombs, as if telling the great achievements of the deceased during his lifetime, and there are also ruins and broken walls that have gone through vicissitudes, revealing the desolation of history, which is also awe-inspiring. There are also lonely mounds, unknown graves.

This is an ancient mausoleum.

In the corner of this ancient mausoleum, a leeward place, there is an empty cemetery in the far distance, and above this cemetery, there is a lone grave.

This mound is extremely small, it seems to be dilapidated, but it occupies a huge space, and most importantly, there is no tombstone like this lonely tomb, but it does have a tombstone.

Although the tombstone is small, it has a few strong and powerful characters.

"Meng Lang's Tomb!"

Looking at the bright red paint on the tombstone, and the slightest unpleasant smell, you know that this is a new tomb.

It is strange that such a new tomb is buried in the depths of the ancient mausoleum.

What's even more strange is that outside the new grave, there is a corpse, and the blood flowing from this corpse is still steaming, and it seems that the new death has not been long ago.

At this moment, the newly dead corpse seemed to move, slowly opened its eyes, and looked around weakly.

Corpse fraud?

If there were other people nearby, they would definitely think that this was a fraudulent corpse, but this is an ancient mausoleum, and there will never be many people who come here inexplicably.

"Whew!"

The corpse exhaled, and its stiff body sat up, its eyes slightly startled as it glanced around.

"This ...... What is this place...... Am I dead, and I'm in the legendary Netherworld......"

The corpse covered in blood looked around blindly.

"God, I'm really dead, this place is eerie and terrifying, it must be the underworld, there is no doubt that it ......"

The corpse's dull gaze had a hint of fear. After a few breaths, the corpse slowly stood up and looked around a few more times.

In the midst of his gaze, he suddenly hugged his head, as if in great pain, and rolled to the ground and rolled away.

"No...... No...... Who am I......"

"No...... Who am I......"

The corpse rolled for a long time, and finally took control of the body and stopped rolling around.

"This ......"

Suddenly, the corpse seemed to have discovered something that frightened him very much, and he beat his head hard again, and a trace of blood-colored long hair fell one after another.

"No, I am who I am, I am who I am,...... I don't want to have an extra memory...... "This corpse must not have been a corpse, or it wouldn't have been roaring so repeatedly."

In the middle of the ring, the blood-colored man stood up, his eyes improving slightly.

"I, my name is Meng Lang, my name is Meng Lang......"

"What, I'm not dead, I've survived the ascension......"

Memories flashed back in this person's mind.

In this person's sea of consciousness, there are two completely different memories, and these two memories are intertwined with each other, making this person fascinated and painful.

One person, two memories.

I don't know how long it took, but this person finally slowly sorted out the two memories in his soul, and formed a new memory in his soul.

"A few days ago, I went out hunting with my servants, and I also wanted to find a demon beast and obtain its Linggang to improve my strength, and I met a demon beast of the Great Spirit Warrior Realm halfway, the Linggang of this kind of demon beast, if I absorb it, maybe I can improve my stagnant realm,......"

"I am the son of the Meng clan, I am talented and intelligent, I broke through the obstacles at the age of six, became an immortal cultivator, and reached the Lingshi realm, but when I reached the middle of the Lingshi realm at the age of eight, I stopped and stopped......"

"This is the Immortal Spirit Continent, a place favored by the gods, the Immortal Master is the title of the immortal cultivator, and even, the immortal cultivators of the Immortal Spirit Continent have forgotten the title of immortal cultivator, and respect each other as the immortal spirit master!"

"It turns out that my name is ...... Meng Lang!"

This person had the word 'also' in his words, and as soon as this sentence came out, he himself felt a little wrong, but then it passed.

The memory in his soul, the matter of the ascension, the matter before the ascension, seemed to have become his distant past, and the matter of the Meng clan in the Immortal Spirit Continent became his present, very close to him.

The two memories have strangely formed a coherent memory, regardless of each other, just like these two memories, which were originally a memory.

Meng Lang's head also stabilized, and he was no longer in pain.

Meng Lang understood everything about himself, and he no longer wanted to, his eyes turned, and when he looked up, he saw the lonely new grave.

At first, the new tomb only made him slightly moved, but at the next glance, Meng Lang's heart was shocked.

"Meng Lang's Tomb!"

It was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, hitting Meng Lang fiercely, leaving him stunned and his spirit dissipating.

At this moment, a black light erupted from the new tomb, which flooded Meng Lang and made Meng Lang disappear into the ancient tomb.

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