The path of enlightenment taken by the Blood Lama was completely different from that of ordinary Terran monks, and in comparison, he was more sensitive to many things.

Not long after he woke up, he realized that a large part of his memory was missing in his heart, as if it had been completely erased, and he had tried to retrieve the missing before, but when he first woke up, his strength was too poor.

Now that familiar feeling arose in his heart again, he began to search for it again.

Dive into your own heart and dig into things that once existed, but can no longer be remembered.

Soon, he searched all the way to the deepest part of his heart, where there was an abyss like a ruin.

In the inner world, countless things that feel strange and familiar condense into balls of light that continue to shine on the picture, and fall into the abyss.

This is the abyss of the heart, in order to ensure that it is pure enough, so that distracting thoughts do not affect the cultivation and affect him, so all the unimportant distracting thoughts, even the memories of the past, will continue to fall into the abyss.

In the same way, if he wants to remember, but also falls into the abyss, he must go deep into the abyss to find it himself.

Standing on the edge of the abyss, thinking that the last time he went down, he was almost swallowed by nothingness, and the blood lama still had some palpitations.

But since hearing the rumors spread by that very strong madman, an inexplicable sense of crisis has surfaced in my heart.

Falling into the abyss, the ball of light that fell with him illuminated the darkness, but as it fell, the brilliance of the ball of light began to weaken and weaken, and finally it was completely extinguished, blended into the darkness, and disappeared.

The Blood Lama was also constantly falling, and he could still feel the presence of dull balls of light around him, but after some time, he couldn't feel anything nearby.

There is only nothingness, the kind of nothingness that makes him feel fear, he has too many missing memories, and he looks at the world itself like seeing flowers in a fog, and he has never seen it really, but now he has completely figured it out.

Why is this nothingness, because what he has passed through now is the experience of the last reincarnation, in this sea of thoughts.

And those things, annihilated more completely than the abyss, that is the untouchable power that the monk can never match.

He didn't rush to touch everything here, just skimmed it, even if he knew, there must be extremely important information in it.

As we continue to sink, vague impressions like ink paintings begin to emerge, and these impressions, like freehand paintings, are broken into countless fragments, which continue to be shattered here until they turn into dust and finally completely annihilate.

He followed his last experience and chose a direction.

He saw a toothy grin on a fragment, and the fragment continued to shatter in an instant, and the feeling that emerged in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the fragments of the same kind began to attract him.

He can be revived, this smiling master, who has made great contributions, condensed into a blood lama, most of the power needed in the early stage comes from this person.

A minor monk named Qin Yang.

There were more and more fragments, but they were all unsystematic, and there was a broken picture with a terrible nothingness that seemed to be suppressed in the void.

There were more and more fragments, coming from the power of the transcendent beings, and his mind began to be blessed, and he felt that this time, he might find more information.

......

In the gray world of the endless gray blizzard, hundreds of phantom screens surrounded the killer Qin Yang, his hands turned into a phantom, and the information on the hundreds of screens slid down like a waterfall.

Suddenly, the killer Qin Yang's movements paused slightly, and he raised his head expressionlessly and looked at the mountain in the center of the world.

Only half of the tower is located in the gray world, and the upper part is beyond the gray world.

This mountain peak represents the existence of Emperor Ying.

And the existence of Emperor Ying is difficult for him.

That subtle sense of peeping, constantly flashing away, is getting more and more frequent.

Peeps from outside the world.

Killer Qin Yang's thinking speed began to be accelerated to the extreme, and he stepped out in one step and appeared halfway up that mountain, and here, it was already the top of the gray world.

The fleeting sense of peeping is especially evident here.

In an instant, it was as if the time of a full cup of tea had been stretched, and he could feel the most subtle details, constantly magnifying and stretching to sense.

The killer Qin Yang pushed his glasses with a cold expression.

A small notebook flew to the side, recording automatically.

"The practice of the Great Dream Sutra has a strong strengthening effect on the induction of the super five senses. ”

If it had been before, he would not have been able to perceive this kind of psychic peeping beyond vision.

Stand on top of the world and continue to peruse.

Killer Qin Yang took out a small notebook and listed the people who might appear.

All those who are outside the sea of thoughts can be ignored.

Whether anyone will be strong enough to peek at him through the sea of thoughts, it is impossible to be sure.

But he can be sure that his strength is simply not enough to sense the prying eyes of people outside Nian Hai.

And in the sea of thoughts, the people who can peek at him so accurately.

Most likely, there are only two, the Blood Lama and Emperor Ying.

Killer Qin Yang felt that fleeting feeling, the frequency is getting higher and higher, the probability that the other party may peep will be very large, instead of sitting and waiting, it is better to take the initiative and confirm who it is first.

As soon as the killer Qin Yang's thoughts moved, a gap appeared between the top of the gray world and the mountain peak that had penetrated the gray world.

这一丝缝隙出现的瞬间，那种一闪而逝的感应，瞬间清晰了很多。

At that moment, time became extremely slow in the eyes of the killer Qin Yang, and all the details, not a single part that could not be checked, were not ignored.

In my mind, I quickly constructed a sketch of a line drawing.

In a dark world, there are countless fragments, and there is one person who sinks in the darkness, he can't catch one fragment after another, and there are more fragments approaching him.

He couldn't see his face, but it was enough for him to judge who the other party was through small details.

It's the Blood Lama, and the Blood Lama is spying on him.

The crack closed again, and the killer Qin Yang closed his eyes and pondered.

At that glance, he could also perceive that in terms of pure consciousness power, the Blood Lama was at least one level stronger than him, and it was only a matter of time before the other party peeked at something.

Reassemble the captured details and refine the line sketch.

Killer Qin Yang opened his eyes and silently lowered the danger level a bit.

It is impossible for the other party to cross the line and peek into his heart out of thin air.

那结果便是，他自己已经在不知不觉之中变得更强了，已经能在特定的条件下，捕捉到一些人来窥视有关他的东西了。

Therefore, it is more likely that the Blood Lama is retrieving his own lost memories.

The killer Qin Yang pushed his glasses, his eyes indifferent.

He is different from the dog Qin Yang, he will never be passive and extravagant, and the Blood Lama will not remember everything related to him.

From the time when he hadn't even walked out of Qinglin City and was just a little qi cultivator, the Blood Lama was already in his hands, and it had been too long, and he was too weak at that time.

In the original piece of blood jade, the dry bone Buddha wearing a high hat and only his back appeared, and the moment he turned around for the first time and saw him.

It should be completely strangled in the cradle at all costs.

Now that it has been confirmed, this peep is not so dangerous.

But after the killer Qin Yang continued to deduce, he was unwilling to leave it at that, this was an opportunity, and he had a bold idea.

As soon as the thought moved, a plastic black sword appeared in the killer Qin Yang's hand.

With a wave of his hand, he inserted the plastic black sword into the opposite end of the gray world, where it met with the giant peak of the Ying Emperor.

The black light began to escape from here, turning into a heavenly dome, enveloping the sky of the entire gray world, and from top to bottom, enveloping the entire world inside.

Opening a crack and looking up at the nothingness outside, the killer Qin Yang stretched out his finger, pointed it at his temple, and gently pulled it outward, and a ball of light flew out.

There are some fragments of Emperor Ying inside, reflecting the figure of Emperor Ying.

The killer Qin Yang didn't look at it, and threw the ball of light into the void, which was the direction where the blood lama was peeping in.

After it was done, the killer Qin Yang did not rush to close the rift, and continued to attract the attention of the Blood Lama, guiding him and attracting him to him.

A moment later, sensing that the ball of light was shattering, the killer Qin Yang closed the crack with an expressionless face, and stood quietly under the sky dome of the gray world, looking up at the outside.

......

The Blood Lama found more and more homogeneous fragments, continuing to replenish his memories, these were the memories that fell into the abyss of his heart at the moment of his experience when he had not fully recovered.

Suddenly, he sensed a clear sensation that had just flashed away.

He continued to move forward in this direction, and found more and more, and even through those dusted fragments, he could piece together half a complete picture.

Suddenly, he caught something, and a fragment appeared, this was the clearest fragment, but the half of the face inside was obviously not Qin Yang.

The Blood Lama constantly sensed the homogeneous content, forcibly captured the fragments, and after trying his best, he finally pieced together a relatively complete picture.

Inside was a man with a lofty and majestic temperament, and his eyes were indifferent, as if he saw an ant that could be crushed to death at will, an ant that attracted his attention.

There was a thunder in the silence, and at this moment, the Blood Lama felt a thunderstorm in his mind, as if something was waking up, and a new sense appeared.

As he received the fragment, and within the fragment, a seed that had been pieced together by the Blood Lama's own hands also began to take root and sprout, and after continuous growth, then withered and dissipated, leaving only a fleeting thought.

The moment it appeared, it disappeared without a trace.

However, the Blood Lama keenly grasped this thought.

He had a sense of surprise peeking into the big secret in his heart, and he began to peek along this thought, but this time the target was changed to this somewhat strange man.

He followed the guidance he had sensed earlier, and walked all the way.

It was as if he had already made eye contact with the man.

......

In the extreme east, Emperor Ying, who was standing on the edge of the land of returning to the ruins, suddenly opened his eyes.

After he sensed it carefully, he closed his eyes and sank into the bottom of his heart, capturing the fleeting sense of peeping.

This kind of peeping, he could distinguish in an instant, was not the peep of the gaze, but another kind of peeping that was more clever, but the target was also more precise.

In the world of Nianhai, someone knows about his existence and is still looking for him and peeking at him.

Emperor Ying's body stood in place, but his thoughts had already stepped out of his own world, following the direction of induction, into nothingness.

......

I don't know how long, the Blood Lama was shocked and angry, and the other party actually responded to his peep, indicating that the other party was in the sea of thoughts.

He went all the way.

And Emperor Ying finally locked on who the peeping person was, and walked all the way in the void.

The two sides guided each other, using the bridge built by the killer Qin Yang as the road, and finally in that empty area, their consciousness collided together.

In the void, the body of the Blood Lama condensed and turned into a Buddha with kind eyes and a high hat.

And Emperor Ying also condensed his figure, his face was mighty and hard, and his eyes were indifferent, as if everything he saw was not worth taking a second look.

The gaze of the two swept over the void, where there was a world that melted into the void and was shrouded in black.

But their gaze did not pause in the slightest, and after sweeping it, it was as if they did not see or sense.

This is what the killer Qin Yang relied on.

The purest clash of consciousness is enough for him to complete this small action at home.

When the referee leads two people in, but they will directly ignore the existence of the referee and the field.

They can see it, they can feel it, but neither the process nor the result will appear in their consciousness.

It is equivalent to the presence of the venue, completely deprived.

When the referee and the court are lost, and the intermediate bridging process is omitted, the nature of the matter changes completely.

In the eyes of the Blood Lama, when he was digging up memories about Qin Youde, he unearthed a Ying Emperor who he didn't know at all and had no dealings with.

When he was looking for Qin Youde, he bumped into Emperor Ying.

That's a bit subtle.

And Emperor Ying's side, the simplest, he felt that someone was peeping, so he peeked in reverse and saw the blood lama.

The process became very simple all of a sudden.

The collision of consciousness appeared in the void.

The Blood Lama didn't remember Emperor Ying, but deep down, there was a terrible obsession that suddenly emerged, and infinite malice poured out like a tide.

The Blood Lama understood, and last time, he suffered a big loss at the hands of this man.

And Emperor Ying felt malice, his expression was cold, he didn't remember the blood lama, but he could feel from the malice buried in his heart that he might have killed this great monk last time.

In an instant, Emperor Ying lost interest.

If you are defeated, how can you be brave.

The confrontation of consciousness is not enough for him to wipe out the other party, so it is not interesting to keep it.

Emperor Ying glanced at the Blood Lama indifferently, didn't say a word, turned around and left.

Suddenly, that undisguised contempt completely exploded the malice and resentment that had grown in the blood lama's heart.

His face was hideous, his eyes were blood-red, and his body roared with thunder, and a sentence emerged from the bottom of his heart, choked in his throat, and after a breath, turned into a violent thunderbolt, gushing out.

"Emperor Ying, you coward!"