Chapter 271: Ten Thousand Years Are Empty

With the disappearance of Zheng Feng, Mo Tianya did not find that the Tower of Babel, which had successfully crossed the catastrophe, also disappeared at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the cold void, there is eternal darkness all around, no life, only eternal silence.

The flames scorched Zheng Feng's body, and every piece of flesh and blood turned into charcoal and disappeared with the wind.

The frost froze the soul, and it was impossible to even think about it, and the mind had stopped, unable to perceive anything.

In the next second, under the erosion of the power of ice and fire, Zheng Feng's primordial infant was also like a bubble, popping and bursting, disappearing into the void.

Solitude and silence are the eternal themes of the void, where there is no light, no water, no sound, and no life in sight, because no life can survive in the void.

In the place where Zheng Feng disappeared, only an octagonal broken tower was left, the black surface was the same color as the void, and it was impossible to distinguish it at all.

Occasionally, a faint layer of ripples proved its existence, following the void turbulence, not knowing where it was going.

Hot!

It's hot! It's like there's a volcano that's pressed in its chest, trying to erupt, and the hot magma is rolling and flowing, ready to explode at any moment.

Cold!

Everything withered, the ice was biting, all the senses were gone, only numbness and stiffness remained.

The two extreme feelings, constantly alternating back and forth, are like the cycle of the four seasons, containing the laws of heaven and earth, and will never stop.

The space on the fourth floor of the Tower of Babel is very empty, compared with the first three floors, not only is the area more wide, but also has a trace of aura.

In the center of the position, there was a light blue phantom floating quietly, which seemed to be about to drift away at any time, this was Zheng Feng's spirit.

Hula!

The sound of chains trembling began to appear, and black chains flew out from all directions, enveloping Zheng Feng's divine soul in it.

A black smoke spread along the chain, like a drop of ink, slowly dyeing Zheng Feng's pale blue soul black.

Zheng Feng's soul was frozen, and his mind became groggy and confused, unable to make any sense of the outside world.

Dead?

I'm not dead!

Zheng Feng felt that some kind of power had entered his soul, and the originally dark world had reappeared with color.

The next moment, he opened his eyes and was greeted by a colorful world, a real world.

A quiet and peaceful mountain village, with blue sky, white clouds, mountains and rivers interdependent, chickens and dogs barking, like a paradise.

"It's ...... Where?"

Zheng Feng looked down at his body, and it was a child about nine years old, chasing and fighting with a group of little children.

Is this real? or is it a fantasy?

A trace of doubt rose in Zheng Feng's heart, but what happened next surprised him even more.

"Xiaoyun, come back for dinner!" shouted a middle-aged woman standing in front of a hut.

This child named Xiaoyun, that is, the body where Zheng Feng is now, ran towards the house happily.

Zheng Feng was horrified to find that he couldn't control this body at all, so he could only watch it quietly, like a passerby living in this body.

Rumble!

Xiaoyun fell to the ground, and Zheng Feng found that the earth began to shake, and a terrible scream came from a distance, mixed with the roar of a wild beast.

"Run, the demon clan is coming!" a man stumbled from the entrance of the village, and a figure of the demon clan appeared behind him.

A strange man more than three meters tall, with gray hair all over his body, a hideous goat's head on his head, and a half-human corpse hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The owner of this body seemed to have been frightened, and sat on the ground and stared blankly at the terrifying scene in front of him, at a loss.

The middle-aged woman immediately rushed over, picked up Xiaoyun, who was still lying on the ground, and hurriedly ran home.

"Xiaoyun, wait a minute, no matter what happens, don't come out, do you hear it!" the middle-aged woman admonished, covering the child with hay around her.

A feeling of fear spread in my mind, but other than that, it was blank, just stunned in place, and even the mother's screams came from outside, and I didn't know what to do.

The tears couldn't stop flowing, he was afraid, so he didn't dare to move.

It wasn't until late at night, in the dead of night, and there was not the slightest noise around, that he crawled out of the haystack.

Parents, relatives, neighbors, playmates, all dead, flesh and blood blurred, some even mutilated corpses.

"In this life, I, Moyun, swear to kill the demon clan and take revenge!"

A childish child's voice exploded in the empty sky and echoed for a long time.

The heavens and the earth changed color, and the torrential rain came down, as if to wash away this bloody sin.

Zheng Feng suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, as if there was a huge pulling force pulling him out of this body.

In the next second, all the scenes changed, and three big golden characters appeared in front of him: Tongtian Sect.

"Mo Yun, I will take you as an apprentice today, are you willing?" a kind old man looked at a twelve or thirteen-year-old child gently.

"I do!" Mo Yun knelt down with a puff, his resolute face full of joy.

"Okay, then I'll pass on your Tongtian Sect's Soul Devouring Method, you can memorize it!" the old man pointed to Mo Yun's eyebrows.

The next picture, as if watching a flower, appeared and disappeared quickly, these are all scenes of Moyun's cultivation.

Among them, the only one who appears frequently is Mo Yun's little sister Li Yunmeng, and the picture of the two together often appears.

Zheng Feng faintly noticed that this seemed to be the memory of this person named Mo Yun, and he didn't know why he entered Mo Yun's memory.

"Soul Devouring Technique, Mo Lao?" Zheng Feng's mind was running rapidly, and he felt that there must be a connection between them.

In Zheng Feng's previous life, Babel actually had a machine spirit named Mo Lao, although he failed in the end, it is undeniable that Mo Lao helped him.

"This kid named Mo Yun is very likely to be Mo Lao!" Zheng Feng slowly concluded in his heart.

The memory screen is not continuous, there are a lot of mutilations in the middle, Zheng Feng jumps in different memory fragments, and feels dizzy.

Mo Yun's cultivation talent is amazing, and his cultivation is improving rapidly, and at the same time, he is more and more appreciated by the master, until he finally becomes the head of the Tongtian Sect.

With the continuous improvement of his strength, he spared no effort in the slaughter of the demon clan, especially the Tongtian Pagoda, the treasure of the town sect of the Tongtian Sect, and his strength was already overwhelming.

The fragmented memory pictures are all the experiences of Mo Yun killing the demon clan, most of them are broken, and there is only a brief picture, which is fleeting.

However, one of the pictures is very clear, it is a child with a cyan birthmark on his face, which is very clear.

Mo Yun named the child Mo Qing, and he found it in a demon stronghold, he killed all the demon clans, and finally found this child, so he saved him.