The light and shadow flickered, and Jimo was lost in it, and the images were so blurry that he could only see a hazy outline.

For example, the real dragon, he can only see the outline of the dragon, but the supreme momentum and intuition that belong to the dragon tell him that it is the real dragon.

In all the images, there are countless figures passing by, and countless creatures appear and disappear, but the protagonist of those images, he can see the most clearly, and the most inexplicably shocking.

Subconsciously, he was like a drowning man, struggling desperately, opening his hands and wanting to shout loudly, but he was dumbfounded and could not utter any words.

His throat was hoarse, as if in a dream, and pain, shock, and disbelief all came flooding into his mind, making him messy.

On the top of the mountain, the figure looked back, he was as rich as jade, the instrument was magnificent, the atmosphere was free and easy, the eyebrows were like swords, and the starry eyes were deeper than the ocean, such as encompassing the entire starry sky, vicissitudes and perseverance.

He has ten slender fingers, obliquely lifting the golden halberd, just like that, standing on the top of the mountain, his body is long, his combat boots are shiny, his armor is cold and shining with starlight, and he raises his eyes and looks longitudinally, as if he has seen through the ages, and he has seen through the past and understood the future.

He is the master, who holds the lifeblood of heaven and earth, supreme, and faces eternity alone.

Jimo, on the other hand, seemed to have been struck by lightning, stunned, and the sea was shaking, his gaze, and the eye contact with the figure in the image seemed to be electrocuted, and he had no chance to withdraw it, and he was directly annihilated in the void.

But when he reacted and realized the opportunity, he realized that in fact, all this was just an illusion, he just saw such an image, and that glance was just an illusion, that figure did not look at him at all, just looked at the distant void.

He was like being struck by lightning, and such a person completely overlapped with his appearance, including the curves of his face, and even the knots between his eyebrows, all of which were completely similar, without even the slightest difference.

If there is a difference, the only difference is that the figure, with the momentum of dominating all things and dictating the eternals, with a smile and a glance, is like the master of heaven and earth, the king of all things.

And he is just a monk who has entered the void, although he has the appearance of being proud of his peers, but he has no comparison with the figure in front of him.

The king of men, a taboo-like existence, in fact, the king of men is originally taboo.

'The king of man is the first immortal of the ancient world, and the first immortal of the desolate gods. 'Dictatorial for eternity, eternal immortal, such a person, actually has the same appearance as him, is it possible?

Jimo didn't want to believe it, just as he didn't want to believe it when he heard that he was Mo Mo, and even he had denied the speculation in his mind.

However, that kind of speculation is like a magic spell, once it rises, it will always haunt the heart, and no matter how you can get rid of it.

He raised his hand and bent his finger to grasp the phantom in front of him, but only caught a handful of afterimages, and his fingers passed through the golden light and shadow, leaving a series of ripples.

For some reason, he felt a little melancholy and loss in his heart, and waved his hand again, but instead of grabbing the image, he directly scattered the image and turned it into a cloud of phantom smoke between his fingers.

Zheng!

The image in the void changed, and the figure was still standing on the top of the mountain, looking back, but behind him, a black bead rose.

The black bead is like the center of the whole world, surrounded by circles of ancient roads on the surface, and the blue light is like a bright light in the void.

This black bead was originally ordinary, but after adding such countless ancient road essences, it became mysterious.

"Black Bead ......" Jimo murmured, waving his hand again to grab it, only to catch a handful of afterimages, and all the images dissipated, becoming a crystal light lingering between his fingers.

"Who am I?"

A little light shot from the sky, Jimo's eyes widened, watching the light point enlarge in his pupils, but he was powerless to resist, at this moment, he even forgot to breathe.

It was a golden arrow, coming from the sky, rushing towards him, aimed at the center of his brow.

Burst!

The light and shadow dissipated on the top of Jimo's head, and the golden arrow became the powder of light, dissipating in the sky, this is not reality, this is just an illusion.

However, when the tip of the arrow stabbed the center of Jimo's eyebrows, his pupils instantly lost focus, there was no color in his purple eyes, his body fell from the sky, his limbs were weak, and his long hair was like a dragon, plopping down on his face.

His eyes lost their lustre, as if his soul had died down, leaving only an unconscious shell.

"How can it be so...... Jimo only has this one thought left.

In reality, he did fall from a high altitude, fell from the golden light bathed, and at this moment, he and the ghost baby undoubtedly became the only protagonists within a radius of a hundred miles of the entire holy mountain.

He was falling, his eyes were blank, and the Holy Emperor was shouting, roaring, trying to get closer to the pillar of light, and the holy mountain collapsed, and it had reached the foot of the mountain, revealing almost the full form of the pillar of light, which was a halberd that towered between heaven and earth.

In the distance, the Golden Armor True God suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand lightly, and a golden bow opened, and in an instant, the string was drawn, and an arrow of golden light turned into substance, from the arrow to the tail of the arrow, at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned into a golden arrow.

Not long ago, such an arrow shot from the center of the ghost baby's eyebrows, and now, a similar arrow, pointing at each other from afar, is aimed at the falling Jimo.

"Don't want to hurt my son. Mo Wentian spread his sleeves, fanned the golden arrow, and the body sitting cross-legged did not move at all, like a rock rooted.

Two bolts of purple lightning shot out of his eyes, penetrating hundreds of miles, and looked at the golden-armored true god, "Junior, don't make a mistake. ”

The golden armor is silent, raising his hand, leading the string, bending the bow, forming the golden arrow, and shooting again, the action is done in one go, without stopping. In the face of a most holy threat, he did not take it to heart.

Phew!

The golden arrow shot out from a hundred miles away, the arrow rotated, and in the blink of an eye, it came close, Mo Wentian rolled up his sleeves and knocked down such a golden arrow, however, the next golden arrow came again.

Arrow after arrow, simple and direct, without any stops, even the same time between each arrow, it is like a simple mechanical action, repeated over and over again.

But the power of the next arrow was even greater than the previous one, and the power of each arrow was superimposed, and finally when the sixty-third arrow came, Mo Wentian's sleeve was pierced.

The power of that arrow did not decrease, and it shot straight at Jimo, who was caught by the golden light, and the tip of the arrow pointed at the center of the eyebrows, as if it identified a target, and it did not die, giving people a feeling that no matter how much it dodged, it was impossible for this arrow to dodge.

Phew!

The golden arrow dissolved in the light, there were still dozens of zhang away from Jimo, it was directly evaporated, refined into nothingness, the golden armor true god was expressionless, and finally slowly lowered his hands, and the bow disappeared.

"This madman. Shao Fuhei cursed in a low voice, but he didn't dare to make a move, he attacked the Golden Armor True God, but he just brought about his own destruction, and he couldn't even touch the body of the Golden Armor True God.

Not far away, the rabbit was dumbfounded, looking at Mo Wentian, his eyelids trembled, he moved carefully, and hid behind Xiao Tufei and the others, as if he had done something bad and was caught and appeared, but in fact, Mo Wentian didn't notice him at all.

Jimo's falling body stopped, suspended in golden light, his limbs were relaxed, his face was expressionless, his eyes were closed, and he was silent, as if he couldn't even breathe.

"Who am I?" In the other picture, this is not a picture of Jimo's real experience, but an illusion that only he can see.

Here, Jimo had already opened his eyes and looked at the phantom in front of him, he didn't want to believe it, but all the facts told him that his guess was not half false.

He is the phantom in front of him, the phantom in front of him is him, he is the king of men!

It is not the human king of millions of years ago, nor the human king of the immortals, but the human king after death, or rather, the reincarnated human king.

No wonder, six thousand years ago, when he was born, he was born as a half-emperor, with unparalleled qualifications, and he was proud of the past and the present, just because he was the reincarnation of the human king, however, all this was just his speculation.

Whether it is in his previous life as a human king, or in this life as Momo, he has no impressions and memories now, including the phantom in front of him, which are very strange and cannot awaken any memories of his past.

If it weren't for all the coincidences, pointing straight to reality, he would never have this kind of conjecture, including now, he also reserved his doubts, however, the appearance of the black bead completely dispelled all his reservations.

The black bead belongs to the king of people, this is the true origin of the black bead, no wonder it will appear in his dantian, whether it is in the past life or this life, this black bead has always been with him, with an insoluble mystery.

Jimo opened his eyes and looked at the interrogation halberd hovering in the sky, "Who am I?"

Momo, Jimo, or neither, it's just a hallucination of him, all of it is just a dream, all of this happens in a dream, and then, one day, the dream will wake up?

Jimo has never doubted himself so much, but at this moment, there is a voice like thunder telling him that you just had a dream and lost yourself in the dream, and at this moment, the dream should wake up!

"Ahh

Jimo gritted his teeth, his heart ached, making him feel that his nerves were almost broken, and a huge energy rushed into his body, manipulating his limbs, manipulating his body, and even his consciousness.

At a certain moment, Jimo was in a trance, and he felt that the Buddha had become another person, that is, the phantom, and even in his subconscious, he was that person, and the consciousness and memory that belonged to Jimo were about to dissipate like a candle in the wind.

"No!"

Not far away, the ghost baby roared and rushed towards Jimo like crazy, but countless golden swords of light exploded inside him and burst out from his body, like ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

He roared in pain, "No, it can't be, all this belongs to me, to my Holy Emperor, not to you Mo Mo, no!"

Jimo's body surface, the golden light is wanton, his body lying flat in the air, slowly rotating and standing firm, but he has never opened his eyes.

Countless rays of light converged and outlined the outlines, which gradually turned into entities, turning into a multicolored battle armor, with the shape of a real dragon, hovering on the battle armor, and the image of a phoenix, flying high on the battle armor.

High in the air, the heart halberd is like being crossed by Jindu, the golden light is shining, emitting a high-pitched roar, falling from the sky, suspended in front of Jimo.

At a certain moment, Jimo opened his eyes, two divine rays shot out, this eye, full of vicissitudes of life and domineering, perseverance and melancholy, as if looking at it again after a million years, he slowly spread his hand, and the halberd of the heart cheered and flew into his hand.

Immediately, he closed his fingers, grasped the golden halberd, and a circle of light powder spread out in all directions.

"Ben Wang...... It's back!"

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