The painful pictures and heart-wrenching memories constantly hit him, making him unable to tell who he really was, but just going to be dazed and wantonly swaying his strength, as if doing so would make him feel a lot better.

As for the exhaustion of power, it does not exist, he feels that there is an infinite amount of power in his body, and if he does not vent it wantonly, he will not be able to think normally and clearly.

The picture was still shaking back and forth in front of his eyes, and it was not reduced by his volatile power at all, and he also learned his name from the picture, his name was Xiao Fan, and there were words like the Demon Emperor.

But there is also this other voice mixed in with it, constantly reminding him that his name is Xu Mo, he is just a clone, and he can't figure out which is the real himself, whether it is Xiao Fan Demon Emperor or Xu Mo's clone.

The wounds on his body are also healing themselves, but the pain in his mind is not healing, and it is still tormenting him in pain, like an endless wave, surging wave after wave.

Because of his great strength, with each punch, he could break a large array of stones, and when he saw the ground, he kicked his legs into the sky, and then slammed downward, and he smashed a huge circular hole in the ground.

After a while, he sat in the center of the pit, his eyes blankly scanning his masterpiece, the images that kept appearing in front of him had stopped, but he didn't know what to do, he could only look around in a silent daze.

I really can't figure it out, no matter how he thinks about it, how he desperately recalls, there is only a blank in his mind, and he only knows that he is Xiao Fan and Xu Mo.

The sun sets in the west, the sun rises in the east, and the days pass like this.

After all, I can't figure out who I am and where I should go, except for being in a daze, or sitting there in a daze, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes fiddling with my palms, extremely boring, but also boring.

After his observation these days, he found that many people flew over his head, all of them hurriedly flying towards an unknown place, and with curiosity, he casually followed a young man in a purple robe.

Came to the purple-clothed man's side and followed him unhurriedly, probably because the purple-clothed man in front of him was aware of it, and deliberately flew back and forth, until next to an endless mountain range, the purple-clothed man stopped his figure.

Suddenly turned to look at Xiao Fan, his hands went behind his back, frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "I don't know you, what is the purpose of following you for a long time?"

Xiao Fan, who was stunned by his sudden turn, looked around in a daze, and only after hearing him ask, Xiao Fan looked at him, and then stretched out his index finger and pointed at himself.

With a look in his eyes, the purple-clothed man stared at Xiao Fan's eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "That's right, it's you, I don't know what happened to my Lei Zhuoyun, and let Daoyou chase after you so the next road?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fan was silent with his chin in his hand, while Lei Zhuoyun directly stretched out his hands from behind his back to pinch the magic trick, and pressed Xiao Fan directly on the head in the air, and an illusory lion phantom rushed out from the seal in his hand.

Seeing the arrival of the phantom, Xiao Fan didn't expect Lei Zhuoyun to attack him, and it was such a swift and fast attack, he just subconsciously raised his hand to block.

The reality was beyond the expectations of the two, the lion phantom came to the front of Xiao Fan's palm, and was directly dispersed by a stream of air, and the lion phantom Lei Zhuoyun was directly irrepressibly retreated dozens of steps in the air.

Xiao Fan, who had been standing in the air, raised his palm and looked at it suspiciously, he couldn't figure out whether he was too strong or the other party was too weak, but if the other party was very weak, then why did he attack himself?

Lei Zhuoyun, who stopped in the air, hunched over and panted heavily, his cheeks were already full of fear and awe, and when he looked down at Xiao Fan's gaze, it was extremely obvious that his pants were already soaked, and water droplets were constantly falling.

Looking at his already soaked pants, Xiao Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly said to Lei Zhuoyun: "This Lei Daoyou, I chased you all the way when I saw that your pants were wet, and I wanted to tell you about it, otherwise why would I run so far?"

Hearing this, Lei Zhuoyun's face was gloomy for a while, if he wasn't afraid of the other party's strength, he really wanted to slap it and let the other party know why the flowers were so red, or go over and kick it directly, so that he could know how beautiful the world was.

In reality, he could only clench his fists helplessly, his body trembled with anger, and his eyes were red glaring at Xiao Fan, quite a kind of bullied and aggrieved, but he didn't dare to fight back.

Seeing Lei Zhuoyun glaring at him, Xiao Fan seemed to think of something happy, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, looked up at Lei Zhuoyun's head, and saw that there had begun to appear repeated green smoke, as if his hair was smoldering and about to burn.

Lei Zhuoyun, who jumped straight to his feet on the spot, suddenly found that the other party's eyes were looking at his head, and he was also extremely curious, what was on his head, so he reached out and scratched it with doubts.

This grasp didn't matter, it directly seduced the fire, and even his palm was burned red, mortals encountered this situation, that is, to find water, and the monk directly cast spells, and Lei Zhuoyun did just that.

I saw that he raised his hand to grab the air, and a cloud of water vapor was grabbed by him from the void in front of him, and then he threw it at his head, and looked at Xiao Fan triumphantly and clapped his hands, but found that the other party's gaze was still on his head.

At this time, I happened to pass by a monk, and after seeing this scene, he exclaimed: "This water must be fake, or he threw a spell to help the fire on his head, and it was obviously a small flame just now, and it was directly turned into a big fireball by this Taoist friend." ”

Now Lei Zhuoyun has fallen into a collapse, that voice is very familiar to him, it is a friend of his, but what he is most worried about now is his hair, after all, if the fire is not extinguished, he is afraid that he will have to finish playing, he has not lived enough, how can he end up with the reputation of a monk who was burned to death in this life.

This is something he will never allow to happen, and it is also something he simply cannot tolerate to happen, even if this fire is not extinguished, his reputation in this life will be completely ruined, and he will end up with a legend of self-immolation.

……

The milky white space, the sky is white, and the ground is white and bright as a mirror.

A figure was constantly punching and struggling, and after a few fights, he kept running forward, but no matter how he ran, it was as if he was standing still.

Above the sky, there is also a white dot that shimmers with a shimmering light, providing a white and flawless glow for this space, and people can't help but want to take it off to look at it, or take it in their hands and play with it.

The one who was running in place on the ground was Xu Mo's first ancient god clone, and he ran tirelessly, as if something was chasing him behind him, forcing him to keep running forward.

Finally, after a few quarters of an hour, he stopped running, looked up at the white dots in the sky, and asked with unblinking doubt, "Yinyi, when will you let me go?"