But I was a little panicked in my heart, and I didn't know what was stuffed into countless strange memories in my mind, and even began to gradually erode myself and become my own memory.

The classics in my mind about the Listening to Water Method, the Blood Knife Sutra, the Three-point Return to the Vitality, the Zixia Divine Skill, and even the Quanzhen Sect all poured into my heart.

The pure heart in Zixia's divine skill is spotless, but the blood knife has maintained itself in the boundless killing through the Zhongdao Sect Qi training, and the water method is to maintain the last tranquility in the bottom of his heart in the water droplets.

At this critical juncture, several mental methods instantly condensed into a single mental method, or demon mind, which maintained its purity, and then directly wandered through the infinite information.

I even feel as if I have seen an inexplicable space in a trance, as if it is incomparably huge, but under my mental gaze, I can see every texture clearly.

With his own observation, he only felt that the things inside were becoming more and more familiar, and suddenly he understood that inside were all the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the original owner.

This boundless emotional organization has become everything of the original owner, or the soul of the original owner, but now it has been washed away by countless torrents of information, becoming full of holes and even a little crumbling.

Seeing this situation, I suddenly had a feeling in my heart that this was the memory space, which had always wanted to erode itself, but now it had become a barrier to protect my consciousness.

Suddenly, I was startled, and it didn't take long for that inexplicable space to be annihilated by the torrent of information and become a part of countless information.

And at this moment, the torrent of information suddenly came towards him, and countless chantings, chantings, and even curses, prayers, and so on rang in his ears not only in his ears.

Instead, it echoed in his mind, and even felt like he was in a trance, and he began to involuntarily recite relevant classics.

Knowing in his heart that his biggest test was coming, he hurriedly used his demon heart to shroud the perfect artistic conception directly around.

I only felt as if I was riding a flat boat in the monstrous waves, and the endless wind and rain fell, so that he could not have any resistance at all, so he could only go with the flow.

But the wind and rain continued to invade the hull of the ship, slapping on his body, trying to make him and the boat all soaked, and even more trying to smash him and the boat and turn them into a part of the huge waves.

Suddenly, I had a realization in my heart that there have been two spaces since I crossed over, a memory space and a spiritual space, and the two should have some kind of relationship, or some kind of commonality.

Thinking of this, combined with the inexplicable space I just saw, I understood in my heart that in fact, everyone has a spiritual space, that is, their own soul.

And when the warrior comprehends the artistic conception, then it will become the artistic conception space, and the memory space is the artistic conception space of the original owner, or the spiritual space.

The memory space of the original owner***, or the information infects oneself, represents the recovery of the original owner's memory and the disappearance of one's own self.

If I hadn't comprehended it earlier, I would no longer have comprehended the memory of the memory space, and if I had comprehended the Ruyi Divine Skill and reshaped my bloodline, I am afraid that it would have become the original I would have done it a long time ago.

And the space I saw just now is the soul of the original owner, and those textures, and even the washed fragments, actually contain the memory of the original owner, and it is also the secret of the soul.

Thinking of this, he quickly began to comprehend the textures just now, and he had a feeling that the things inside would definitely be able to get him through this difficulty.

And just when he comprehended the secret of the soul, his demonic heart was washed by this monstrous wave and became more and more crystal clear.

That perfect artistic conception is more like an incomparably huge black hole, completely absorbing all the invading wind and rain, and even gradually growing and becoming solidified.

At the same time, he seems to have become tens of thousands of people, shuttling through the memories of countless people, and understanding each other's lives, but they are not complete, only sporadic fragments, most of which are joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

These people seem to be pious, greedy, fearful, and so on, as if they want to tell him something, as if they want to demand something from him.

But in the end, it was all under his demon heart, not contaminated at all, and even seemed to be more and more brilliant, becoming a fast reef in this torrent of memory, not afraid of the attack of the waves.

Suddenly, everyone's memories make up his soul, and most of the memory information shows the emotions of the other party.

The scriptures of the Ming Sect suddenly swirled in their minds, and the power of emotions appeared, which was actually the food of the holy fire, and the memories of these people seemed complicated and incomprehensible.

If you look at it from another angle, this is the power of emotions, then it has become the supreme resource for your own cultivation, as long as you completely digest it, I am afraid that the spiritual power will be the strongest in the past.

At this moment, the demon's heart suddenly began to change, and even seemed to begin to transform, wanting to become a candlelight, or a heart lamp.

Let me be stunned for a moment, what should the lamp, etc. look like? There were countless patterns in my mind, and suddenly I began to freeze the frame.

He had a lamp of his own, which was the only sun in the entire black prison, so dazzling and warm, if there was a brighter light in the sky than it, he would not believe it.

In that boundless darkness, only that light is his only reliance, lighting up his heart.

Thinking of this, my heart was in a trance, and in that cold and desperate black prison, I relied on it as if there was only that lamp......

No, and dumb.

What does Dumb look like? There was a bit of a trance in my brain, and I always felt that there was a strong crisis, but there was no induction.

Suddenly, I was shocked, did I want to light the heart lamp, or did I have to do something? And at this moment, I suddenly felt as if someone was calling to me.

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Lin Zhitong ran towards the distance with Ren Xing, the speed was very fast, and after walking out, he found that the Holy Lord had started his activities.

I couldn't help but secretly regret it, I didn't expect that I missed such a big opportunity, I knew that if I grabbed the other party to death, then there would be no threat.

ran forward for about half an hour, watching Rui Ning and the others gradually catch up with him, his heart moved, these people were just able to lead the army away.

looked around, and hurriedly said, "Zhang Daxia is recovering now, why don't you go from the other side first, I will climb towards that hill and strive for Zhang Daxia's recovery."

Rui Ning looked around, and also understood that he had been fighting for a short time just now, and the brothers were already tired, if they only fought with Ah Heima's army, it would be okay to say.

If there were artistic conception masters such as the Holy Lord coming, then he and the others would definitely not be able to bear it, so he said directly, "It's okay, you should be more careful."

As he spoke, he led many sergeants to run directly around the hill.

Lin Zhitong took advantage of the terrain and started to run directly, only to feel that the terrain was very strange, and he was overjoyed, this place is not bad.

If the opponent's army attacks, then he can directly move and escape, as for the holy master, it is the same whether there is a large army or not, and even the terrain does not matter to this person, he can only use the trick to dismantle it.