Lu Si, Bai Mei.

Feng Budu couldn't tell who was standing on the sarcophagus at the moment, but in any case, he had almost become a king, a unique king. He has infinite memories and a lifespan of 10,000 years, breaking through the blockade of the Heavenly Dao, transcending the limits of his life, dedicating everything to his destiny, and forever guarding the Immortal Mountain until the arrival of the next inheritor.

After accepting the inheritance, he grew taller, although not as good as the old white charm, but the color of his skin was as warm as the old white charm, and he accepted the worship of many mountain ghosts.

A mountain ghost came to him with a heart in his hand, held it high above his head.

He stared for a moment, stretched out his white hand, his sharp nails lightly scratched, and a drop of blood hung steadily on his fingertips, pointing at the center of his eyebrows, the blood disappeared in an instant, and the blood stains disappeared in a moment.

The faint light in his eyes flickered, and it was actually everything that happened in this square when he accepted the inheritance just now.

It is the memory of the deceased.

He waved his hand, and the mountain ghost immediately gave way to a road, and at the other end of the road was the wind not crossing.

Feng Budu was a little frightened, would Bai Mei still look at himself like Lu Si at this moment?

Human beings and white charms, two completely different lives.

Bai Mei seemed to see through his thoughts, and the coercion on his body was somewhat subtracted, and appeared in front of him.

"Hello, old friend!" Bai Mei didn't open his mouth, but the voice appeared in his head.

Feng Budu was a little delighted, a little puzzled, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Bai Mei seems to be an old friend who has known each other for a long time.

The old people who have experienced the wind and rain meet each other, and the voice is full of calm and sympathy.

"Who am I?" Feng Budu lowered his head and fell into memory.

From the vague memories of childhood to today, he has lived for twenty-four years.

A boy who is trying to survive, a genius who everyone holds in the palm of his hand, a bloodthirsty and ruthless devil, a lonely and weird pervert?......

Those who are incompatible with each other are themselves, but they don't feel like themselves.

Later, he became obsessed with the transfiguration technique, and combined the use of internal breathing techniques, and often could perfectly incarnate the other, walking in the streets and alleys, among the mountains, and on the rivers, and worked as a gambling house owner, a second-in-command of the oblique sect, a rice and flour seller, a fisherman, and even a wandering beggar...... He fell into every identity, gave up his original self, and lived as another person from his appearance to his heart, crying, laughing, wandering, and gritting his teeth like that person.

It can be said that there are few people in the world who can have such a rich experience at his age.

But he had no purpose, it was just to live as another person, and at the end of the day - he didn't know who he was.

He has gradually forgotten what Mu Feng (Feng Budu's real name) looked like, what beliefs he had, and what he did.

Because he has no heart.

"I don't know. He replied, but his eyes were blank.

Bai Mei seemed to show a faint smile and said: "Whether you understand it or not, but please believe that you are doing the right thing, because only in this way can you take on the mission when it comes, after all, God will not hand over an important mission to people who always think about themselves, only when you completely give up on yourself, fate will point out a unique path for you." A path that belongs to you!"

Feng Budu suddenly laughed, thinking that this king's speech was really different, and Lu Si would never be able to say such a thing. "It's a pity that the fire monkey doesn't have such good luck!" he sighed.

"No, his fate is not over!" Bai Mei interrupted him.

"What do you mean?" the wind did not cross.

Bai Mei smiled and said, "Have you forgotten the exercises he cultivated?"

"But he ......" Feng Budu looked at the big pit in the square, Fu Qiao's body had no temperature at the moment.

"Give me the immortal order!" Bai Mei tilted his head, looking at the huge barrier in the sky.

"Immortal order?"

"It's the token you just grabbed. ”

Feng Budu then understood, and with a wave of his hand, a white token appeared, and Bai Mei took it, rubbing his palm: "He should be coming for this token." ”

"Who?"

"Calm Army. ”

Feng Budu frowned and asked, "Why?"

Bai Mei said: "Because this token is the inheritance token of Bai Mei of the past dynasties, and it is also a symbol of the king, as long as you have it, you will also control the Immortal Mountain, because it can control all the prohibitions of the Immortal Mountain, no matter which era those prohibitions were laid down and who laid them." ”

Feng Budu trembled slightly, and a tingling sensation spread throughout his body: "This is of great strategic significance to the Dragon Guard. ”

"Unfortunately they will never succeed, because it has returned to my hands. Bai Mei was as kingly as always, and then he clenched the immortal order, and his little eyes closed.

Strange changes appeared at this moment, everything in heaven and earth seemed to enter some kind of terrible order, and the faint voice was like a mother's lullaby, which shocked everyone. The smoke began to dissipate, the rubble began to regroup, and the large and small potholes in the square began to recover, and soon everything was back to normal.

Feng Budu looked at this incredible everything, and was completely convinced by Bai Mei, looking at it as if this was the original everything, as if the scene he had just seen when he came here, as if the fierce battle of the past few hours had not happened.

"But ......"

Bai Mei opened her eyes again, but Feng Budu was a little puzzled.

Everything was restored, Fu Qiao was still lying quietly in the square, Huang He did not wake up, and the dead were still dead.

Bai Mei does not have the ability to bring the dead back to life.

"Don't worry, the battlefield of Yanlong will have results soon. Bai Mei said lightly, "The real battle is about to begin!"

"What do you mean?" asked Feng Budu.

Bai Mei raised her arm and pointed into the distance.

The Blood Corpse King still stepped on the sea of blood, but this time there was an extra flesh ball twisted by a blood corpse in front of him, and that meat ball was already much smaller, and it continued to shrink as the blood corpse fell.

"What's inside?" asked the wind, puzzled.

"His heart. Bai Mei said.

"His-heart?" Feng Budu raised an eyebrow.

Bai Mei seemed to sigh and explained: "Ten thousand years ago, he and another person came to the Immortal Mountain, and together they killed the Yan Dragon, and then they entered the sarcophagus, as if looking for something, but there was an accident on the way, the two people fought, and the other person sealed his heart in the sarcophagus, and the two parts of the divine heart made him trapped here for 10,000 years. ”

Yanlong died 10,000 years ago, but his soul remained.

Feng Budu is almost certain of the identity of the Blood Corpse King.

"Who's the other one?" he asked again.

"That woman's ancestor, a peerless powerhouse. Bai Meiyou pointed in another direction.

Yun Yao stood in the void in a daze, looking at the sky with a confused look, as if she was also waiting for the outcome of the battlefield above.

"No wonder ......" Feng Budu seemed to understand a little, "that neon dress should have been left by her ancestor during that battle, and it has a special meaning for her family, which is why their family is so persistent." ”

"Yes," Bai Mei nodded slightly, "It's the case with mortals, pinning their faith on seemingly extraordinary things!"