Outside the window, the snow was falling, and Yang Quan looked at the falling snowflakes with empty eyes, from day to night, and from night to day.

Occasionally, he came back to his senses once, he took out a yellowed rune paper from the storage bag, this is not a rune paper with runes written on it, but a rune paper with names written on it, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar names, Yang Quan sometimes thinks about it.

Originally, a few months ago, his consciousness was about to completely dissipate and become a walking corpse, and the reason why he was able to survive until now was because of this rune paper.

A hundred years ago, he was in a small immortal cultivation city in Luzhou, the Apocalypse Continent, at that time, he had not yet built a foundation, to be precise, he only had the level of the third layer of qi training, and because of his poor qualifications, he didn't even know if he could enter the middle stage of qi training.

At that time, he had not yet found a template talisman method, and he worked hard to write rune paper every day, but he could only earn an extremely meager profit from spirit stones, in addition to maintaining his mana from declining, only a very, very small part of it could be used to improve his mana, and if he wanted to reach the fourth level of qi training, it was a distant and unattainable goal.

At that time, he only felt extremely sad, and woke up after a drunken sleep, and wrote these names in order to say goodbye to his previous life, because he knew that he could not go back, and the memories of his previous life would become a burden to him and let him sink down, so he wrote these names and hid them in the deepest part of his storage equipment.

But at this moment, he regretted it, because he found that except for a few people who were closer to him in this world, there was no memory more precious to him than these people.

"What is human consciousness?"

Yang Quan thought about this question for a long time, before cultivating immortals, he thought it was the soul, but after cultivating the immortals, he found that something was wrong, his soul or divine soul at this time was mixed with a lot of souls that did not belong to him, whether it was the Heavenly Sacrifice Spiritual Technique, or the Demon Refining Divine Technique, if he cultivated for a long time, it would cause those dead demon beast remnant souls, and the remnant souls that were washed into blank into his own soul.

"It's just a memory... No, it's a memory..."

This is the conclusion that Yang Quan came to when his memories could not arouse any psychological fluctuations in him, that is, when he died, even if he still had memories at that time, there would still be movements, but it was definitely not him.

His cultivation is regressing, this is inevitable, his consciousness is difficult to even concentrate, how can he restrain the powerful Jin Dan? The Jin Dan in his belly is smaller and smaller day by day, and it is also in the process of escaping, and the powerful strength needs a strong divine consciousness to support, but even the consciousness is dissipating, how can he maintain the strength of the divine consciousness?

From the middle stage of Jindan's cultivation, it has shrunk to the point where it is not as strong as when it was just knotted, and its mana is even weaker than when it was just knotted.

...

In the western wilderness of the Tianfeng Continent, in the center of the gathering place of the desolate people, a pitch-black crack appeared, and a grinning old man in green clothes appeared, striding in the air towards the gathering place of the desolate people.

The location where he appeared was very close to the desolate tribe, and someone immediately found his traces, and it was easy to judge from the size that he was from Zhongzhou, so the desolate people made a commotion, and the nearest desolate patriarch held a bone stick to pursue and send a signal.

However, this old man in Tsing Yi seemed to be strolling, but in fact he was incredibly fast, and he only left the sight of the desolate man in three or two steps, and there was also the detection range of his divine sense, which shocked the leader of the desolate tribe.

Tsing Yi did not hide his whereabouts, and many desolate people discovered him, especially when he was close to the Ancestral Spirit Palace, a majestic aura was awakening, alarming the more than a dozen large clan guards guarding the Ancestral Spiritual Palace.

"What's going on?, the ancestors are waking up?!"

"Is something big going to happen? I feel the breath of my ancestors!"

"Prepare for war! Inform the major tribes that perhaps the Xiyuan people are going to launch the most terrible offensive against us!"

The Xianling Hall was slaughtered all of a sudden, the stream was shocked, at this time he was getting shorter and shorter, he didn't look like a desolate person at all, his height was less than a zhang, and next to him, there was a woman with a cold face and cold eyes, like a day for decades.

Xishui came to the outside of the Xianling Palace, feeling a little uneasy, Luo Qianqian thought about it, and finally walked out of the Xianling Palace, but she just happened to see a familiar old man in Tsing Yi walking from the air, with a look of surprise on her face, she recognized Tsing Yi, the most culprit who exiled her master and apprentice here, and her fists couldn't help but clench.

"It's Tsing Yi, this old thing, what is he doing here?" Luo Qianqian was puzzled, she was imprisoned here, and her biggest worry was not whether she would die after being asked about the knowledge of cultivating immortals, but that Xishui said that when he reached the normal level of Zhongzhou people, he would marry her.

A person who has imprisoned herself for decades said that she was going to marry herself, Luo Qianqian was not moved, she only had disgust and anger in her heart, and endless humiliation, she never understood why Xishui imprisoned her, knowing that the other party said such a thing.

His Royal Highness Xianling, a fierce and domineering aura is accelerating the recovery, some people who are weak in cultivation have already felt uncomfortable, Luo Qianqian is in the late stage of building the foundation, at this time, she only feels that the flow of mana in her body is almost stagnant, and there is even a strong sense of oppression, with the recovery of this breath, she even has a feeling of being pressed to her knees.

Compared to her, the other desolate people around her were not so serious, but they were all trying their best to fight this aura.

"Everyone, get out of here!" the stream shouted.

"What?!"

Do you know what you're talking about?!"

"The land of our ancestors has been trampled on, and you want us to escape?"

Many people questioned it, and there were also desolate people who wanted to take off and stop the unscrupulous cyan figure, but they were all shocked to find that they couldn't even get off the ground!

"Buzz!"

A tall and incomparably tall desolate man directly threw out his weapon, and a huge black fork went towards Tsing Yi, the castration was extremely ferocious, and this blow would be split even if there was a mountain in front of him!

But the power only lasted for a moment, and soon it seemed like it was stuck in a quagmire, and it was fixed in the air.

"Don't be excited, I'm just here to take a look at this old guy below, bring him a message, and take someone away by the way. Tsing Yi said lightly, he had already found Luo Qianqian, who was struggling to support, and beckoned Luo Qianqian to his side.

"Oh, by the way, this old guy down there is a mess and may not recognize you descendants, so you'd better get away from the original point, in case we don't agree and pat each other twice, this place may be gone. ”

Several desolate people who were more than five feet tall looked at each other, and their eyes were quite unconvinced, but they also knew that they should not be rash when they had been in a high position for a long time, and ordered the rest of the desolate people to start fleeing out.

Xishui clenched his fists, glanced at Luo Qianqian next to Tsing Yi, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, but he could only leave. By Tsing Yi's side, the coercion was much smaller, almost completely unfelt, Luo Qianqian looked at Tsing Yi with complicated eyes, and asked, "Is it my master who asked you to save me?"

"Huh. Tsing Yi immediately laughed when he heard this, and said, "What ability does he have to invite me? Someone asked me to save him." ”

Luo Qianqian's heart jumped when she heard this, and she asked, "What!

Tsing Yi glanced at her and said, "Okay, don't ask now, I've made a move, even if he is really a real Dragon Island, he will definitely be safe in the Phoenix Void Realm, his danger is not from others, it is himself, I'll tell you when I'm done with it." ”

The desolate people evacuated quickly, the tall desolate people picked up the short desolate people and evacuated together, the breath under the ancestral hall was still steadily recovering, Tsing Yi looked at the progress of the desolate people's evacuation, and flicked his sleeves a little impatiently, and suddenly countless desolate people were swept away and landed in the distance, and many desolate people who were angry scolded loudly, but Tsing Yi was an expression of what you can't do.

"Boom!".

Tsing Yi stomped his feet, and the Ancestral Spirit Hall shook violently, almost being overturned directly, and the terrifying aura below suddenly intensified and recovered.

"It's too slow, isn't it about to die?" Tsing Yi said very unhappily, then turned to Luo Qianqian and said, "You'd better close your eyes, I've already isolated your breath, but the appearance of this guy below... It's not as simple as being ugly, it will affect your future evolution. ”