The soul is the carrier of memory, and memory is an extension of the soul.

For the transcendents of the soul obsession system, they do not have an absolute sense of the matter, and a burst of the head will not stop them, and a piercing of the heart will not stop them, because they are not beings in the ordinary sense of the word.

Because death is only the beginning.

But this does not mean that soul people are truly immortal, when the obsession is broken to a certain extent, they will also be affected, and even the memories will continue to flow out with the fragmentation of consciousness. When their obsessions are not enough to condense into a complete form, then what disappears is the consciousness that makes up the origin of the soul......

That is, in a sense, the soul is scattered, and it cannot be reborn forever.

……

- Where am I?

She lay in the bottomless pit, staring blankly at the small hole above, the only remaining dim sky. In the sky, there seemed to be something black, sneering.

- What am I doing?

A new question arose in her mind, and she blinked her eyes and began to think of something.

- I, it seems, was fighting before.

In the fight, with whom to fight?

She blinked again blankly, trying to move her body, but before the thought could arise in her mind, there was a feeling of emptiness in her consciousness, the feeling of something important missing, which made her uncomfortable.

- Who am I?

A name rises from the depths of the soul and takes little time.

It is impossible to forget, that it was the answer that she spent fifteen hundred and seventy-three years walking on the earth, and finally found; It was the bonds she had spent fifteen hundred and seventy-three years building with the people she had met, memories that belonged to her alone, her name to herself.

Blood flows like dark iron, and her heart is brittle like glass, which is the chant of the infinite battle system, and it is also the source of her name.

"I'm ...... Glass. ”

When the long-ago memories float on the surface of the consciousness layer from the most unforgettable place in the depths of the soul, Liuli also wakes up from the fog. She moved her head slightly, and found that she was lying in a bottomless pit, and the obsession that constituted her soul body was more than half broken.

The shield of Odin in her left hand stood quietly beside her, although the front was damaged, and at the moment there was a stream of broken data falling downward, like silver snowflakes falling, this shield was still strong to the end, like a monument.

Even if the Snowflake's shield is broken, it will still protect her master.

On the front of the shield, there are only eight points of light left runes flickering on the shield surface, just now it is the combination of the gossip runes that formed the effect of "spiraling" in the gossip, and the offset distorted the direct attack of most of the sins, so that Liuli survived...... But even so, she was still shattered by the obsession of beating, and almost died.

- The most critical means of saving life have been used, and there is no next chance.

Liuli looked at the shield of Odin in her left hand, shook her head slightly, and turned the shield that could not be used again into a stream of data and returned to her body. Since it is no longer usable, it is better to recover the remaining data and spirit child energy, so as to restore the current extremely poor state.

There is still an extremely high concentration of sin on the ground around him, and the broken obsession that has been scattered cannot be recovered, and the eight-legged horse Sprenier was also beaten into nothingness in the previous direct hit, even in a situation of near despair, Ruri still forcibly drove his body, floated, and flew towards the hole where he was knocked down.

I don't know how long it took to fly before Ruri flew out of the seemingly small hole and returned to the surface. And there, just staying here, makes people breathless, and the black sun of illusion is still high in the air.

"I didn't expect you to be dead yet."

At this time, the huge mouth in the center of the black sun had been closed, but the thousand eyes around it slowly turned, and at the same time looked at Ruri, and when he saw her miserable appearance, Ashiya Michiman once again let out a malicious mockery: "Mmmm I didn't expect you to turn into nothingness! But that's right, that's right! ”

"When the poor monk reappears in the world after a thousand years, and is about to step on the steps of ascending to the gods again, how can there be no bystanders!"

After a slightly normal sentence, it was followed by madness and laughter, and just in the air, Ruri, who could feel the strong sense of oppression coming from Ashiya Michiman's body, finally understood why Xin Bi'an and No. 10032 couldn't defeat each other back then, and finally had to sacrifice their lives to seal it.

Because, the feeling of oppression that came from Ashiya Michiman's body was a feeling of suffocation as if facing a whole world.

It is not the "danger prediction" of the first-order genetic lock, but the most instinctive sensing of living beings, the fear of the lower end of the food chain when facing the hunter, and the suppression of the low by the higher in the essence of life.

There is a gap in the nature of life between the fourth order and the fourth order below, and it can be said that the two are completely new and different species; And there is naturally this difference in the nature of life between the fourth order and the fourth order and above...... Moreover, this is a situation under objective conditions, which is a personal oppression, not transferred by the will of man!

- This guy, thousands of years ago, had already stepped on the steps of ascending to the gods.

- Even if he was stopped, he had really squeezed a part of his essence into the inner world before he was sealed, in a vain attempt to take the opportunity of devouring an entire plane to become a saint from the Demon King Intermediate in one fell swoop!

The computational power of the Nether's core made it easy for Ruri to draw conclusions without even a tenth of a second. In terms of strength, Ashiya Michiman's strength is not outstanding, at least compared to Xin Bi'an, who is a Demon King Intermediate and Jindan-level cultivator, who has awakened the light of the soul and has also achieved top-notch moves, this native Onmyoji is undoubtedly the weak side.

However, the difference in personality and his ambition to "replace the heart of heaven with the human heart" led to the fact that Ashiya Michiman could heal himself almost indefinitely by absorbing energy. If the output in a short period of time cannot cause the effect of one-hit killing, then no matter how many times he is knocked down, Ashiya Michiman will be reborn again at an extremely fast speed, and as a last resort, Xin Bi'an chose to seal the way...... To some extent, Ashiya Michiman already has a trace of the immortality of a saint.

"Do you regret it? Afraid? Do you regret facing me for your own nothingness? Ashiya Michiman was still shouting frantically: "I will not kill you, but I will let you see the end of this world, and I will let you see how the whole world is swallowed by me!" ”

"Let you see, those things that you guys who claim to be the saviors of the world, who are guarding and saving, are destroyed by me!"

- Or do you have to get this far?

Sighing, Liuli's right hand hidden behind her back quietly appeared a phantom of the auditorium, and she also raised her head and said slowly: "This world may end, but it will never be today." ”

"How dare you say that?"

Ashiya Michiman scoffed at this, and in the midst of wild laughter, boundless malice resounded through Shino: "With your already scarred body? Or by what means? You ......"

"With me."

A quiet word rang out in the void, followed by purple thunder.

This thunder light is like a waterfall, turning into a purple angry dragon and hovering highly, tearing open space, driving away the black mist, burning sins, and dispelling despair.

From the crack in the space, Yang Yun slowly walked out.

"It's ...... The breath of the Purple Thunder Knife? ”

"You got that woman's powers?"

Ashiya Michiman's voice seemed to be surprised for a moment, but this surprise turned to ruthlessness the next moment: "But that's it! The power of a dead man, plus an ant that has not even reached the level of a demon king, even if it adds up, it is ......"

Ashiya Michimitsu's words couldn't go on, because in front of him, something unthinkable was happening.

The Purple Thunder Dragon swirled and flew, turned into plasma again, and was kneaded, expanded, and compressed by a clear and clear clear air. The purple plasma blended with the clear qi and water, and countless energies spread from Yang Yun's body, forming muscles, blood vessels, meridians, and human forms in an instant......

And in the next moment, a hundred-meter-tall giant composed of pure thunder and lightning stood up from the surface, if you look closely, this giant is a bold young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky, and the expression on his face is even more lifelike...... Like the reincarnation of an overlord, bold and majestic, unmatched!

Standing at the heart of this thunder and lightning giant, Yang Yun raised his head, stuck the purple thunder knife nearly fifty meters into the ground diagonally, and looked at the stunned Ashiya Michiman.

"I said it."

"With me."

(End of chapter)