Am I not me?

"What nonsense?" Yang Xinmeng couldn't understand, its shadow stood upright and pounced on Zhou Fan, devouring Zhou Fan's body in one bite or two.

A cloud of white light rose from Zhou Fan's remnant body, turning into Zhou Fan's appearance and quietly watching this scene.

The strange man couldn't see the presence of white light.

Zhou Fan didn't think it was strange, because whether it was the Hidden Forest or the ghosts, they were all illusory, and all of this came from the memory of the Seventh Qi Ghost.

Of course, if he didn't wake up suddenly, his human soul would collapse due to the memory of the seventh qi ghost.

That is, if he thinks he is dead, then he may really be dead.

This is the purpose of the Seventh Qi Ghost, this is the memory of the Seventh Qi Ghost before he died.

As long as Zhou Fan wants to, he can leave at any time, but he didn't leave just like that, he wanted to see the end.

After eating Zhou Fan, it snorted and walked towards the scorched wood in the clearing.

That strange scorched tree is the heart of the Hidden Forest.

The strange man slowly advanced in a strange and twisted manner, and walked in front of the scorched wood, and it knelt down, and its shadow began to tremble, from one to nine, and the nine black shadows gradually turned blue-black.

Blue-black shadows rose upright from the ground, and they stood stiff and sluggish.

The dense blood-colored branches of the charred trees swayed, and what was clearly visible in the branches was uncountable blue-black shadows hanging on them, some with only one shadow, and some with dozens of them.

The moment the blue-black shadow appeared, a terrible cry came from the branches.

Nine blue and black shadows slowly rose from the ground, and like their predecessors, they were hung from the branches.

Zhou Fan was silent, he understood that the nine blue and black shadows should be the nine dead children, and so on, every blue and black shadow on the tree was condensed by a human life.

The strange man who called Scorched Wood his mother is gone, but the memories of the angry ghost are not over.

The sun rises and sets, the stars change, and Zhou Fan can't tell how many years have passed in this memory.

One day, a man dressed in black with a disheveled cape walked into the Hidden Forest, and he stepped into the clearing where the scorched wood was.

The scorched wood trembled, and the blue-black shadows that had been hidden reappeared, and countless indescribable strange things rushed out of the pine forest.

Everything seemed to shake the mountains, in this strange tide like a tsunami, even if Zhou Fan knew that it was fake, his face couldn't help but show fear.

The man stood on his feet with a calm face, and the finger of his right hand lightly clicked out, and huge ribs faintly emerged between heaven and earth, forming a huge rib giant.

The ribbed giant's belly contained all the monsters of the Hidden Forest, and the monsters' bodies suddenly collapsed, and countless plasma formed a colorful clearing of grass.

The trunk of the scorched wood cracked, and a black vine no more than three feet tall flew out, and the black vine whipped on the ribs, and the ribs broke inch by inch.

The man's face was indifferent, his ribs were constantly reorganized, and the rib giant raised the bone knife in his hand and started a fierce battle with the black vine.

This battle made Zhou mortal's soul shake, and the fight between the black vine and the man in black was far beyond his realm, and he couldn't understand the means of the two at all.

Half of the forest was destroyed, and the red leaves on the black vines began to wither, and finally it flew away into the scorched wood.

The ribbed giant vanished, and the man in black stood in front of Scorched Wood, he whispered a few indistinct words, and he had a small bell in his hand.

The blue-black shadows hanging from the scorched wood all fell and flew into the small bell.

The man in black did not destroy the scorched wood, he put away the small clock, and looked at the position where Zhou Fan was suspended.

This glance seemed to see through Zhou Fan, which made Zhou Fan shudder.

However, this is obviously the memory of an angry ghost, no matter how powerful this man in black is, he is only a person in memory, and it is impossible to discover his existence.

The man in black withdrew his gaze and walked towards the outside of the Hidden Forest.

The memory of the qi ghost ended here, Zhou Fan closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already woken up, he just lightly pinched the magic seal with both hands, and the red black rune fell on the somewhat sluggish qi ghost in the seventh qi field.

The seventh qi ghost was completely subdued, and Zhou Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect that this time the seventh qi ghost's backlash was actually to instill its death memory into himself, thus trying to let himself die in its memory.

But this kind of dream at a glance Zhou Fan has already experienced it three times from his dream puppet, and he has long been used to this kind of nightmare, and the seventh qi ghost wants to harm him in this way, but he wants to go wrong.

Zhou Fan recovered, and Xiao Xuan and his brother, who had been in a tense state, relaxed.

Zhou Fan smiled and calmed them a few words, and he groaned again.

He was still thinking about the memories of the angry ghost before he died, if he was not mistaken, the blue-black shadow was probably taken away by the black-clothed man with his hair and made into the Red Extreme Ghost Pill.

The man in black must be a master of the ghost path, and it is possible that he has a great relationship with the "Red Pole Nine Ghost Sutra".

The realm of the man in black was far beyond Zhou Fan's imagination, he was silent for a moment and then shook his head, not continuing to think about it.

I don't know what age this memory is, maybe the man in black has already fallen or sat down.

A few more days passed in the blink of an eye, except for Zhou Fan who was busy with work, the rest of the time was put into cultivation, and after breaking through the bottleneck and condensing the seventh gas field, the eighth gas field and the ninth gas field did not encounter most of the blockages, and they were successfully condensed.

The "Red Pole Nine Ghost Sutra" has been cultivated by him to the realm of Jiutian Nine Cylinders, and his physical strength has also reached the limit.

If the Mushroom Ancestor wanted to kill Zhou Fan again, Zhou Fan would be able to rely on the Jiutian Nine Cylinders True Qi and the Nine Qi Ghosts to deal with it, and even break away from the Mushroom Ancestor's domain.

However, it is still not enough insurance, and only when he steps into the marrow washing stage can he have the confidence to ensure his safety.

After all, that mushroom ancestor is a strange peak of the blood power level, not an ordinary blood power level.

It's just a distance from the marrow washing segment...... Zhou Fan still lacks a lot of gray worms.

Zhou Fan sighed for this, the marrow washing section is different from other realms, there is no marrow washing spiritual object, only the share of helplessness.

This rank is too dependent on external objects.

Otherwise, if he changed to another rank, with his rare talent, even if he didn't have a gray worm or a fishing rod, he would be able to quickly cross the past.

This is the only way to wash the marrow...... The role of endowment is really not much.

Zhou Fan shook his head, he didn't expect that such an outstanding talent would be useless one day.

The only way to find a way to kill some monsters and collect gray worms is enough, and if it drags on like this, I don't know when we will be able to complete the marrow washing.

It's just that after the mushroom demon incident in Tianliang City that night, the monsters in the city fled if they could, and most of them were killed if they couldn't.

Now that there are all kinds of industries in the city, the weirdos rarely come out to make trouble, and Zhou Fan hasn't killed a weird one for several days, which makes his hands a little itchy.

It's not going to go on like this.