Su Mo turned his back to the immortal gate and stepped down step by step.

The people below were all looking at him, and Su Mo looked at the people below and smiled......

The white clothes fluttered, as if waiting for something.

There was an absolute silence between heaven and earth, and the people of the world looked at the white clothes above the sky, and they didn't know how to speak.

Su Mo lowered his head and was silent.

In the immortal gate behind him, there was a constant coercion, as if the heavens and the earth had changed color.

A breath poked out from the immortal gate and locked on Su Mo's body, and it seemed to be locked on the connection between Su Mo and heaven and earth.

A feeling of palpitations appeared in the hearts of the people.

"Su Changsheng, I feel worse and worse." The Cangsheng pen hung beside Su Mo, as if he was slowly speaking with endless exhaustion.

Su Mo nodded and glanced back at the Immortal Gate.

"Me too."

Cangsheng Pen spoke again, "What should I do, do nothing?" ”

"Just tied up?"

Su Mo shook his head and said secretly: "Naturally, I want to resist." ”

Resist, how to resist?

An Immortal Venerable, an Immortal Venerable above the world, held the Sword of Heavenly Dao in his hand, wanting to erase all traces of Su Mo's existence.

With what to resist, with what to resist?

Cangsheng didn't know, just looked at Su Mo in a trance.

Su Mo was silent, still walking down the void step by step......

Su Mo's steps were very slow, just a few steps, as if he had exhausted his life's strength.

......

"Are we really going to forget about him?" In the Peach Blossom Pass, an old man turned his head to look at the border pass, which was originally called the Desolate Demon Pass, but now it is full of peach blossoms, and muttered to himself.

Everything is fine now in Taohuaguan, and it seems to be completely different from before.

The Peach Blossom Pass, which is controlled by the disciples of Momoyama, has been smooth over the years, and it seems that there is no need to worry about poverty anymore.

Refugee...... It seems like I haven't seen it again in a long time.

The old man remembered the appearance when he was wronged by the Momoyama disciples, and remembered the appearance of the Momoyama disciples who were high-spirited and called for the wind and rain for the world.

The old man's eyes gradually moistened.

"After the world forgets him, will it return to the chaotic scene of the past?"

"It shouldn't be like this..."

"It shouldn't be ......"

The old man turned around, walked into his room, raised his pen, and drew a lifelike appearance of a young man on the paper according to the appearance of the immortal statue.

Behind the young man, there were peach blossoms......

......

"Daddy, I don't want to forget the emperor."

A little boy turned his head to look at the adult beside him, as if with a hint of pleading.

He didn't understand anything, but he knew something in the eyes of adults.

His father used to say over the years that the world is really beautiful today......

Everything is because of the Immortal Emperor.

Now that there is a school in the world, there is no class of teaching, so that all of them and the poor can enter the school.

In his ears and eyes, Su Changsheng's three words had already been engraved in his young heart.

He has always had a dream, dreaming that he can become a man like Su Changsheng in the future!

If he forgot Su Changsheng, then he didn't seem to have a dream......

What a lucky thing it is for a child of his age to have a lifelong dream to chase.

The boy's father looked at the sky and raised his hand to gently touch the boy's head.

"No, we will not forget what the Emperor has done for us."

The little boy nodded, looking back into the void.

In the Imperial Beast Gate, the master of the sect, Hongshi, and the disciples of the Royal Beast Gate sat on the ground in the sect, looking up at the sky.

In a kind of silence, it seems to be suppressing something.

That year, in order to resist the holy order of the Ji clan, they wanted to drag the spirit beast mountain into the water, but they were finally rescued by Su Mo.

It can be said that the existence of their sect now is entirely because of Su Mo alone.

Suddenly, Hongshi of the Royal Beast Sect stood up, and the disciples in the sect turned their heads to look at the door master.

"Our meager cultivation can't help our predecessors ......"

Hongshi spoke loudly, "But...... It is impossible to erase everything from our memories of our predecessors. ”

"Obey the order of the Royal Beast Gate!"

The entire Imperial Beast Gate people shouted, "Here." ”

Hongshi looked up at the sky, "Immediately proclaim yourself divine sense!" ”

"Seal everything in yourself and release your respective spirit beast protectors!"

Self-proclaimed everything was the only way they could think of to survive being tampered with by the power of the Heavenly Dao.

It's dangerous, and after their memories are tampered with in their self-style, it's possible that they will never wake up again.

However, no one refused.

"Yes!"

The entire Imperial Beast Gate instantly lit up with golden light, soaring into the sky.

"As long as there are still people who remember their predecessors, they can always let the world remember him." Hongshi muttered softly, and then chose to self-proclaim everything.

......

Su Mo stood above the sky with a calm expression.

The white clothes fluttered, and the long frost-white hair spread over the shoulders, and walked towards the world below.

One-step... One-step......

An immortal sword slowly flew out of the immortal gate behind Su Mo.

The sword of the Heavenly Dao entered the world, and the heavens and the earth hissed.

The entire heaven and earth are under the control of the Heavenly Dao, and there seems to be some cause and effect that has been singled out in the hearts of everyone in the world.

Airplanes!

A force of cause and effect suddenly poured into the world, and the memories in everyone's minds began to blur.

"It's here......." Su Mo took a deep breath and spoke.

The immortal pen nodded, flew to Su Mo's shoulder, and turned to look at the sword of the Heavenly Dao.

"I'm a little uncomfortable, what the hell are you waiting for?" Cangshengbi looked at Su Mo and began to be in a trance more and more.

It could feel that Su Mo was still waiting.

It's just that it doesn't know what Su Mo is waiting for?

It seems that he is really waiting for the world to forget him...... Only, what's the use of that?

At the same time, it also felt that the image of the man in white next to him in its memory was beginning to become illusory.

It seems that in the world, the Heavenly Dao can really tamper with all the truth at will.

The people of the whole world are like this in this heavenly way.......

Everyone has a white coat in their hearts, but they look different.

Not many people have really seen white clothes, but they have passed it on by word of mouth in the world, and then they have the appearance of white clothes in their imagination.

The white clothes in someone's heart are the appearance of an emperor who stands up to the sky...

The white clothes in someone's heart are always facing away from the common people, looking lonely...

The white clothes in someone's heart are shrouded in mist, like an incomparably mysterious...

The white clothes in someone's heart do look approachable......

It's just that at this moment, the appearance of a white coat in everyone's heart is gradually becoming blurred.

The Heavenly Dao Sword hanging high in the sky was beginning to tamper with the memories of the world, and wanted to erase Su Mo from the memories of the world.

The aura of Taoism emerges in the world.

Suddenly, one of the Momoyama disciples on the Fusheng Pass stood up abruptly and roared angrily at the sky.

"Damn, I want to tamper with Lao Tzu's memory."

"No way!"

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