"Damn, damn Liang Mo Evil Cultivator."

When the young man opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar decoration of the room, and he knew that he had succeeded.

Liang Mo's evil cultivation has disappeared, and his body has returned to its original state, but the painful memory of being refined into a magic weapon alive is still vivid, and the young man looked at the broken flesh and blood on the ground and said:

"I didn't expect this method to really work, and fortunately I have another heart."

Young people have good intentions towards the heart element most of the time, and even if the heart element is a very precious material all over the body, the youth will not take the initiative to attack the heart element, but will give them some help, because the youth thinks that they are poor people from another world like themselves.

However, when he encounters a mind element that uses supernatural powers to do evil, he will also be ruthless, of course, such a mind element is very dangerous, and that time the young man besieged that heart element with a few other Taoist friends.

In the end, although the heart element died, only the young man was left with several cultivators, and the people in the surrounding villages also died of madness due to the heart element before death, so the young man got the first material that belonged to him.

The Psychic Skin, which is now used for resurrection, was bought by the young man at a great cost from a high-ranking person, and he also discovered another way to use this Psychic Artifact.

The skin of the heart element can be made into a magic weapon that brings people back from the dead, which is a rare means of saving life, but this magic weapon needs to be carried around, and after the person dies, the magic weapon will be re-transformed into the user's body, and the user can be resurrected on the new body.

However, it would be very troublesome if someone stayed by the corpse, so the young man tried a new way of using it, he took some flesh from himself, and then asked the corpse golem to help him make a flesh golem that was exactly like him.

After the puppet was made, the young man used a blood sacrifice magic power he had learned to make the puppet establish some kind of connection with his life, and the puppet was equivalent to a part of him, unless he died for a while, the flesh puppet was equivalent to a living thing.

After everything was done, the young man put the magic weapon made of Xinsu Skin into the flesh puppet, which could be regarded as his own carrying, and he himself also brought another Xinsu Skin, but it had been used in Liang Mo's previous pursuit.

When he was about to face his second death, the young man remotely controlled the flesh puppet to commit suicide, so that the magic weapon would work.

Before, the young man begged the evil cultivator for mercy because he was not sure if this method would succeed, so he made a bet with the evil cultivator and made more preparations, and now it is best to successfully resurrect himself, and when he finishes that incident, he will go to Liang Mo to take revenge.

"Speaking of which, after the first time I used that Mind Element Artifact and resurrected it, I felt that something was wrong there? It's like forgetting something, but now this feeling has worsened, is it the sequelae of using that magic weapon? ”

The young man touched his head and thought for a while, he really didn't know what important things had been forgotten, but he had backed up all his memories before he went out of the sect to arrest the evil spirits.

"Anyway, it's so quiet outside now, could it be true that something has happened to the sect as Senior Brother Zhou said?"

The young man who was about to go out of the room to get a spare memory suddenly noticed that something was wrong, this room was a private small warehouse that the young man exchanged for a whole evil corpse, and outside the room was Zongmen Square, there should be a lot of people outside at this time, it was very lively, but now there was no movement at all.

This reminded the young man that before he met that Liang Mo Evil Cultivator, he and the other junior brothers and sisters of the sect had met a seriously injured senior brother of the sect, and the senior brother said that the sect was over, and asked them to leave the Great Liang Kingdom quickly.

"Could it be that the imperial court has hit our Wanmeng Sect? Or is it something powerful and evil that has come up the mountain? ”

The young man suddenly had several guesses in his mind, and he took out a white object from a box in the room, which looked like a large white pebble, but it was actually a magic weapon called Deep Eye.

He took the deep eye and approached the door carefully, and then pressed the deep eye to the door, so that the deep eye could see clearly through the obstacles.

With the help of Shenmu, the young man saw the scene outside, except that the people were gone, it seemed to be no different from the sect in his memory.

The familiar square and the cyan hall, as well as the strange houses built by the sect elders based on the buildings they had seen in the dream world, were all intact and did not look like they had been fought.

"Is there something that caused the people of the entire sect to be taken away without resistance?"

At this time, the young man still hoped that the people of the sect were still alive, and he had feelings for this place:

"Let's get out of here first, we can't stay here for long."

Although the young man was worried about the safety of the sect, if there was really a crisis that even the elders of the sect couldn't deal with, it would be useless for him to stay here alone, so he would leave this place first and then make other plans.

After cleaning up all the important things in the room, the young man hesitated a little:

"Do you want to go to the hall and get the dream box before leaving?"

The dream box is a magic weapon that every inner disciple of the Wanmeng Sect has, which can store dreams and human memories, and the young man's dream box has some forbidden knowledge in addition to preserving his spare memories, which are very precious, and it would be a pity if they couldn't be taken away.

"Forget it, I'll get it when I have a chance to come back later."

After thinking for a while, the young man gave up his plan to get the dream box and prepared to leave this place where he didn't know what danger was.

After using the deep eye again, the young man used several more detection supernatural powers to make sure that there was nothing outside for the time being, so he opened the door, but as soon as he opened the door, he was shocked.

The situation outside was the same as most of the young man's detection, but there was an extra person in the square, and the young man didn't see this person when he used his deep eyes and supernatural powers.

What surprised the young man even more was that the man looked like him, and was wearing a blood-stained blue-and-white hospital gown.

"How could he look exactly like me and wear that kind of clothes, who the hell is he?"

Suddenly, the young man finally remembered what he had forgotten, and he couldn't remember his name clearly.

Who am I, who is he, I am a disciple of the Ten Thousand Dreams Sect, but what is my name? What did I do in the other world before?

A fear of missing identity came to the young man's mind, and at that moment, a voice came from the room behind the young man:

"Senior Brother Zhang Tude, you're finally back."

"Whose voice is this?"

The young man clenched the deep eyes in his hands, and it was as if an eye had grown out of the back of his head, and he could see what was behind him without turning around.

I saw that the voices were the faces he was very familiar with, or the faces, which were a few of his younger brothers and sisters who he was more familiar with, and he had taught them.

It's just that they are all now a painting that has been pasted on the wall, and this painting, which the young man did not have in the room just now, now appears out of thin air, just like the man outside.

In the painting, the bodies of the younger brothers and sisters are all fused together, as if they are sharing the same body, and the different faces on the body have not changed much, so that the young people can still recognize who they are.

"By the way, my name is Zhang Tude."

Seeing such a strange situation, the young man not only did not feel frightened, but also had a joy in his heart to remember his name.

..............

"My name is Zhang Tude? What kind of weird dream is this? ”

When Zhang Tude opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was Li Peng's pale and colorless face, which startled him:

"Mom, what the hell did I see when I died?"

But the ensuing pain brought Zhang Tude to his senses, and he found himself now chained to a large bed, which looked like a more ornately decorated room, but the walls and floor were covered with red dye and all sorts of things.

There were ghostly handwriting, and there were animals that didn't know what they were drawing, like an ignorant child scribbling in a room.

And Li Peng was holding a bowl in his hand, which was a black liquid that smelled fragrant, and when he saw that Zhang Tude had woken up, he hurriedly asked:

"Brother Tude, how are you?"