"His Yang God is a little weird, but it can't be attributed to Dao Ye's evil taste." Shen Gongbao seemed to explain, Cao An didn't care, he finally felt shallow on paper, and after the first contact with Shen Gongbao, he broke many stereotypes.

"This is left alone, it feels a little weird, it is not deliberate by the poor road, there is such a memory that can survive under the poor road means, you can imagine how deep this obsession is."

The memory ball gradually melted with the touch of Shen Gongbao, and the fragments in the memory were presented in Cao An's sea of knowledge like a projection, the village, the dilapidated village, the first impression given to people was dirty, damp, dark, and dilapidated, the real situation was not necessarily like this, and the perception in the memory was actually affected by the owner's state of mind at that time.

"That child's faith is not pure." The old man in a white robe opened his eyes, his face was full of wrinkles, but those eyes looked clear and warm, his voice was not loud, very flat, but it fell on everyone's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

In the village, the words of the servants of the gods represent the will of the gods.

The numb crowd looked in the direction of his finger, it was a thin boy like a monkey, still with his eyes closed and his eyebrows bowed in prayer, and the childish voice accompanied by the unique melody of the scriptures gently sounded in everyone's ears.

It was only then that the child sensed that something was wrong from the completely quiet square, raised his head, and met hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him, and his body trembled unconsciously, and leaned into the arms of the woman beside him.

Unease was conveyed with the memory ball.

"The gods have blessed us and given us life and food, and you don't even have pure faith in the gods, such a person is not worthy to live under the protection of the gods." In the crowd, a man stood up, raised his arms, and immediately received a response from everyone around him.

They immediately put their ideas into action and walked towards the boy.

"Nope! No, he's just a child, God's Messenger, please, let my child go, he's still young, he doesn't know the power of the gods, give him another chance. The woman fell to the ground with a thump of terror, and her head rattled, and the floor of the square was paved with bluestone slabs.

Soon, the woman's forehead was covered with blood, and the young child, for some reason, pulled his mother's arm and cried, and he was frightened by the change in front of him.

The oracle waved his hand, "The gods are merciful, and they will grant you what you ask for when they are young, but you must enter the temple and serve the gods." ”

When the woman heard this, as if she had been drained of all her strength, she fell to the ground softly, her eyes were dull, her expression was numb, she just hummed coldly, and then hugged her child into her arms, probably too hard, as if she was going to rub her child into her body, so that the pain seeped through the picture.

Only then did Cao An and Shen Gongbao notice that the woman's appearance was indeed extremely beautiful, probably because of food shortages and malnutrition, her face was a little pale, but her complexion and appearance definitely stood out among the crowd.

"Do you think true faith is not pure, or is this old guy deliberately finding fault?"

Cao An's face was blank, "The Taoist himself has the answer in his heart No, according to the information in the memory ball, this is clearly a place where there are still gods to believe, but the god destruction is unified in the entire empire and even the surrounding dynasties, how can there be gods acting so unscrupulously?" ”

The anomaly is surprising, "Maybe it's somewhere far away?" It is not impossible that this situation was not noticed by the forces of the imperial court. ”

Cao An took a deep breath, "There is another possibility. ”

"Don't tell me this guy is from a time when there were still gods, so how old does he have to be? Is it so easy to be killed? After Shen Gongbao finished speaking, he stopped talking, because it was really possible, and he had noticed the abnormality of Sikong Ji's Yang God just now.

Then there is indeed a possibility that his Yang God is mixed with a part of this remnant soul from an unknown number of thousands of years ago.

The memory ball only intercepted one of the memories, and the woman crawled out of the temple half a month later, and before she was sluggish and numb, the coarse linen clothes on her body had already been replaced and became a valuable silk, but this expensive silk was also tattered at the moment, and her body was full of blue and purple.

Facing the sunlight of that day, he crashed to death on the gate of the temple, and the red blood flowed down the stone steps, this scene was seen by the young man who had been guarding the door of the temple, and a seed called hatred fell like this, this is not what the two imagined, and the hatred and resentment overflowed through the memory ball.

The memory ball completely dissolved, nothing was left, and the memory fragment came to an abrupt end, Shen Gongbao was silent, as an old guy who had practiced for so long, but now he lost to Cao An in his judgment of Sikong Ji, which made him a little depressed.

After a long time, he said silently: "Your decision is right, how do you judge his true thoughts?" ”

Cao An was stunned for a moment, "I didn't judge, I just thought it would be good to kill him directly, there was no need to spend more effort speculating on his thoughts, or to subdue him, I didn't have that leisure." ”

"If I knew your thoughts, things would be easier in the future, but I'm still worried that you are a person who doesn't like to kill evil, okay, you can go by yourself for the rest of the road, and the poor road will go back first."

Cao An regained control of his body, and the weight of the mountain was blessed on his body again, Cao An tried to raise his head, one foot deeper, one foot shallow, and marched towards the jade tablet.

The road ahead is long, there is no end in sight, the mountain-like weight and prohibition seem to have forcibly knocked Cao An from a Yin God Realm martial artist back to ordinary people at this time, it is the proud recovery power, the Heaven Mending Technique, without the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, it also seems a drop in the bucket.

Fatigue, from the physical level of fatigue, this feeling has not been experienced for a long time, in the past, the physical body was trapped, it could be through the power of heaven and earth or the rotation of strength, quickly recovered, no matter how bad it was, it could warm the muscles and flesh, but now, these forces are imprisoned, and the dusty perception comes to my heart.

The mouth was dry, he licked his lips, and found that it had begun to dry and crack, his legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead water, and a feeling of weakness appeared all over his body.

Even if you fall asleep, it is also comfortable to fall asleep, but this time, the body is too weak, so weak that Cao An now just wants to lie down and sleep in this barren land.

'How long have you been gone?' I don't seem to have any impression left......