Wu Chen closed his eyes, as if he was in a vast starry sky at this moment, and the planets around him were constantly rotating.

In Wu Chen's soul, the two divine souls flowed like two silver snakes, chasing each other.

Cangluo was also secretly surprised when he saw black and white impermanence sending out divine souls. The divine soul can communicate with heaven and earth, and in addition to allowing people who are not gifted to embark on the path of cultivation, it can also enhance the ability to perceive and other effects.

But the most exciting thing about it is that the spiritual cultivator is more likely to enter the state of enlightenment.

Spiritual determination is created by great wisdom, and immortal art needs to comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth before it can be created. It is rumored that comprehending the avenue of heaven and earth is not tolerated by heaven and earth, so it will lead to a real catastrophe!

And the divine soul is not so easy to achieve, Wu Chen's original soul was only integrated into the divine soul, and it was not fused.

When the entire soul is transformed into a divine soul, it can be called a divine soul.

The soul can evolve continuously, first consciousness, mindfulness, divine consciousness, and then the divine soul, the beginning of all beings, and the soul is composed of consciousness.

Wu Chen stretched out his finger and flicked it gently, the scene in front of him was shattered, and the picture turned, and the place where Wu Chen was was was really in the wolf pit of the past, looking at the dark clouds in the sky.

If Cang Luo saw it, he might be dumbfounded, because at this moment, Wu Chen was enlightening, and he seemed to have touched a trace of the skin of the rules of heaven and earth.

"I can shatter the dark clouds in the sky with a roar, why can't the enemy in front of me?"

Wu Chen vaguely seemed to grasp something, "Treat the enemy as a dark cloud in the sky, and what makes the dark cloud shatter?"

Wu Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Heng who rushed over.

"It's potential!"

Wu Chen's whole temperament turned out to be weird at this moment.

The sky was originally clear, but at this moment, dark clouds rolled up, and black pressure covered the sky.

Wu Chen's eyes gradually reddened, and the whole person lost his ruffianism.

Zhao Heng saw that Wu Chen in front of him had disappeared, and what appeared was a bloodthirsty wolf king.

Zhao Heng's eyes widened, his whole body trembled, and he didn't even have the courage to escape. The wolf king in front stared at Zhao Heng and roared, and under the roar of the wolf king, Zhao Heng's body was shattered, and pieces of flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground.

After Wu Chen roared, he only felt that the spiritual power of his whole body was exhausted, and between heaven and earth, a strong force pressed him.

"Huh?" Wu Chen secretly said that it was not good, bang, the meridians of the whole body were broken, the seven orifices were bleeding, and he slowly fell down.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and everyone was shocked when they saw Zhao Heng shattered under Wu Chen's roar.

"This..."

"Immortal arts?" Li Potian, Ba Pu and the others were shocked, and their hearts couldn't be calm for a long time. At that moment, they also seemed to feel a strong sense of oppression, as if a wolf king's eyes were staring at them in the dark, and if they moved, they would die.

The thunder in the sky turned, but the thunder was blood-red, which was extremely terrifying.

An old man in a white robe suddenly appeared beside Hu Ji'er, looking at the red thunder in the sky, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

And a sunspot man also appeared next to Li Potian, and when Li Potian saw it, he was stunned and hurriedly knelt down.

"Meet the Great Protector!"

The sunspot man stretched out his hand to stop Li Potian, who was about to speak, and after glancing at the old man beside Hu Ji'er, they all looked at the thunder in the sky and pondered.

"Heavenly Tribulation? impossible!"

"How can a small spiritual cultivator lead to a heavenly tribulation?"

At this time, an arm-thick red thunderbolt in the sky ruthlessly blasted towards Wu Chen, as if Wu Chen had touched something that should not belong to human beings, and should be erased.

The soldiers in the rear sighed when they looked at this scene:

"Just now this kid said that the fork would be struck by lightning, and now it has worked!"

If Wu Chen could still speak, he would definitely point at their noses and scold: "Where did I put it? Lao Tzu has always been very low-key, okay?"

At this time, Wu Chen was like the moment when he was killed by Li Yanling, his soul stayed at the center of his eyebrows, looking at the red thunder and lightning in the sky, as if he was familiar.

"Yo ho, it's over, this time there is no old man, it seems that this time Lao Tzu is going to be wiped out!"

"Thief, you're playing with me, what did I do wrong?"

(I think it's overdone)

Boom, the red lightning blasted directly towards Wu Chen's eyebrows, and everyone covered their eyes.

"It seems that you can't install forks, and forks will really be struck by lightning. ”

"Mom, I'm not going to put on a fork anymore. ”

Some soldiers in the crowd were whispering.

Boom, Wu Chen only felt a tingling pain in his brain, and his memory was faintly confused, as if it had been slowly erased from his childhood.

Wu Chen's soul began to fall apart at this moment...

Wu Chen only saw a little girl pulling her sleeve and saying something with a smile... Wu Chen felt that this little girl was so familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was.

Smack, the picture shatters.

A big mountain, the moonlight is hazy and sultry, Wu Chen is sitting on a big rock, and there is still a little girl next to him leaning on his arm, so familiar. The little girl murmured:

"I think I will die first, in this way, in Yue'er's memory, my brother will always be alive and immortal. ”

"Yue'er, this name is so familiar, but why can't I remember it?" Wu Chen was dazed, boom, and the picture shattered again.

Wu Chen carried a little girl on his back and knelt in front of a pharmacy, and the door of the pharmacy was closed. Wu Chen looked at all this blankly, still so familiar, the picture was broken...

Wu Chen sat on the edge of the bed, while a little girl on the bed was lying on the bed, her face was pale and bloodless.

The little girl took Wu Chen's hand and said softly:

"Brother, stop begging people, Yue'er can't bear to see you being bullied by others. Brother, don't leave Yue'er, it's okay, accompany Yue'er, Yue'er wants to see her brother again when she dies!"

Wu Chen looked at some cuts, still so familiar, but he didn't remember anything, and two lines of tears fell from his eyes.

Touching the tears in the corners of his eyes, "Why do I cry?"

"Who are you, who are you?" Wu Chen hurriedly took the hand of the little girl on the bed and shouted.

Boom, the picture shatters...

As the scenes passed, Wu Chen entered the palace of King Li and was beaten to death by Li Yanling.

Encounter Cangluo on the mass grave, cross the ghost gate, step on Huangquan Road, cross the Nai He Bridge, Meng Po gives seven colors of flowers on the other side, Sansheng Shi shows herself, Wangxiangtai looks at the little girl from afar, meets the red female ghost, breaks the boundary and returns to the sun, the hundred wolves condense, and the thunder stabilizes the soul...

Scenes are constantly passing, bang, the picture is broken...

Wu Chen came to a small dilapidated room, looked at the blood-colored handkerchief on the bed, and felt a pain in his heart.

"Who am I, where am I, and why does my heart hurt so much?"

Boom, the picture continues to flow...

Wu Chen was pressed to the ground by several big men, and a woman in front of him turned pale and said:

"She, she's dead..."

Ah, Wu Chen only felt that his heart was like a knife, and he roared:

"Who died, you say, who died?"

Wu Chen shook his head and kept trying to remember.

"Who am I, who am I?"

...

Hu Ji'er looked at Wu Chen, who was motionless in a pool of blood on the ground, two lines of tears fell, and his face turned pale.

And everyone didn't notice that on Wu Chen's body, which was covered in blood, a blood-colored leaf began to absorb Wu Chen's blood, and then disappeared out of thin air.

Wu Chen walked in the darkness in a daze, and kept muttering, who am I, who am I, who is dead, and his eyes began to slowly hollow up.

At this moment, a blood-red snowflake-like leaf suddenly appeared in front of him, faintly glowing in the darkness.

Wu Chen looked at the leaves blankly, and a sigh suddenly came from the leaves.

"Heavenly Dao is ruthless," and then flashed and merged into Wu Chen's body.

Wu Chen's body glowed in the darkness, like a small sun, and his empty eyes slowly focused.

"My name is Wu Chen!"

...

Ahead, everyone shook their heads as they watched the thunder in the sky disperse, and their eyes looked at the enemy on the opposite side again, ready to move.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in mid-air and murmured:

"Hey, wasn't there a fluctuation of the Heavenly Tribulation here just now?"

The sunspot man beside Li Potian and the white-clothed old man beside Hu Ji'er looked at the figures in the sky, and they were all shocked.

"Meta... Yuan Infant Devotional!"