"The rain stopped. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Mo Xiaoye stretched out his hands, palms facing the sky, and muttered.

Aunt Zhen, who was standing opposite him, looked up at the sky that had turned red after the rain, and also sighed and said, "Yes, dream, it's time to wake up......

"But I will always remember that I once had a nephew who could smile from the bottom of his heart. ”

Hearing that Aunt Zhen was talking about something with a smile that she didn't even know, Mo Xiaoye looked at her with a slightly sullen face, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Seeing Mo Xiaoxie's expression of wanting to attack and trying his best to stop it, Aunt Zhen showed a knowing smile.

You may not know that when a hero is relieved of the burden on his shoulders and leaves behind all his worries, then he will be the purest and most beautiful flower of the snow in the world, and his heart is enough to purify the world.

And you have exactly that soul qualification. Aunt Zhen's eyes looked at Mo Xiaoxie's handsome face with a loving gaze.

Turning his head away, Mo Xiaoxie thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Since I escaped from the false memory, what about Brother Pang Yuan, is there any way to make him sober up?"

"How...... Naturally, there is. Aunt Zhen's tone paused, and then her face immediately became embarrassed, and said, "It's just that this matter is not easy. ”

"First of all, you have to learn to control your soul power and be able to use it as a means of attack, which is very common among ghost cultivators. ”

Hearing Aunt Zhen's statement, Mo Xiaoxiao picked up his palm and let the 'Gangsha' attach to it in an invisible state, thinking secretly.

However, if the attack method of the ghost cultivator is the soul power of his own cultivation, then his 'Gangsha' is the great power that bursts out from the combination of the Dao heart and the soul, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the power of the Dao soul.

Seeing Mo Xiaoxie's appearance of enlightenment, Aunt Zhen continued: "Then, you have to carefully control that power and slowly probe into the sea of his soul, the means we have imposed on you, to put it bluntly, is to cover your memory with a layer of memory created by us, so that you can take the lead in reading the memory we created when recalling, and what you have to do is to destroy the memory that does not belong to him, and after doing it, he will basically be able to recover his original state." ”

"It's just that you have to be very cautious when eliminating that layer of false memories, and you can't be sloppy at all, otherwise the slightest deviation will either cause him to lose some memory fragments, and in a more serious way, it will make him become a baby with no memory, and everything will start from scratch. ”

"Shhhh

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiaoye gasped.

What is the concept of not having a memory? That's a little worse than an idiot, and if he really became like that, how would he treat him?

"Isn't there another safer way?"

Mo Xiaoxie was very unsure of his control over his soul power, which was evident from the fact that he was unable to disassemble and use the golden-red aura of the 'Gangsha' during his previous battles with others.

One gang and one evil, one gold and one red, respectively represent the indestructible sharpness, and the attack method that points directly at the soul and integrates into one's own Dao heart.

If it is a cultivator of the same level, and the attack method of the soul is compared with the ghost cultivator, Mo Xiaoye is confident that he can defeat the other party.

Because no matter what, the ghost cultivator's attack only uses the power of his own soul, and on that basis, he has more power of the Dao heart, which makes its energy system have a qualitative sublimation, and the result is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

The other cultivators didn't think about it this way, but in the end, they all failed, because although the Dao Heart is small, it is one of the three thousand Great Dao after all, and if you want to fuse the soul power into it, one of the consequences is that your soul is swallowed by the Great Dao and becomes dead, and the second is that the soul can't bear the Dao intent of the Great Dao, and is blown up by the endless Dao essence and turns into nothingness.

Either way, the only thing that awaits the cultivator is death, and in the end, no one will try to kill themselves in such a way that even a saint cannot use.

As for why he formed the prototype of this power at the very beginning and perfected it after the awakening of the Dao Heart, Mo Xiaoye didn't know anything, and now he could only attribute the credit to his Dao Heart to explain this unbelievable phenomenon.

Seeing Mo Xiaoxie's hesitant and uneasy look, Aunt Zhen asked, "You don't have confidence in yourself?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Mo Xiaoxie still nodded.

"Then don't you do it, wouldn't you?" Aunt Zhen's tone suddenly turned cold, and she said quite calmly.

Mo Xiaoxie's eyes widened, and he looked at her in surprise with a very different attitude before and after, not knowing why she said this.

"Since you feel that you are going to fail if you do it, it is better not to do it, maybe it is also a good choice to let him live in this village all the time, it is better than letting you regret it for the rest of your life. Aunt Zhen looked at him and continued to admonish.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Xiaoxie looked at her suspiciously, and suddenly asked, "Are you encouraging me?"

Shaking her head slowly, Aunt Zhen said with a relieved smile, "I'm just telling you a practical plan." ”

"So, can I choose to refuse?" Mo Xiaoxie smiled and said.

Knowing that he had made a decision, Aunt Zhen smiled and said, "Of course, after all, your fate is still in your own hands." ”

"Thank you. Mo Xiaoye glanced at Aunt Zhen deeply and said sincerely.

"I didn't do anything, and I couldn't do anything, after all, I'm just a female ghost who can't do anything. Aunt Zhen laughed to herself and said.

Mo Xiaoxie slowly walked towards the house, and after hearing Aunt Zhen's words, his figure suddenly froze, turned his head and said with a smile: "Aunt Zhen, what you said is very wrong, although you are a female ghost, it is by no means impossible, at least the dishes you made are the most delicious and warm meals I have eaten over the years." ”

"This day wasn't the happiest day I've ever had since I died. Looking at Mo Xiaoxie's vigorous back when he didn't enter the room, Aunt Zhen showed a faint smile on her face and muttered.

After a long time, Aunt Zhen, who was standing outside the house, felt a majestic pressure sweeping over the center of the house, making her whole soul tremble.

"It's really unexpectedly powerful, it seems that he should have succeeded. ”

Aunt Zhen said lightly, but then showed a wry smile, "But his movement is a little big, I'm afraid everyone will notice it." ”

At this time, in the village, as Aunt Zhen expected, there was a hissing sound in every house, and the ghosts of the Tao were flying on the village paths.

The door was opened from the inside, and Mo Xiaoye walked out first, followed by Pang Yuan, who had just recovered his memory and was still a little dazed.

Looking at the completely different scene outside from after he entered, Mo Xiaoye frowned and asked, "What's going on?

"Do you still have the heart to laugh?" Aunt Zhen glanced at him and said with a little worry: "These yin qi are all emitted by the villagers in the village, you just made such a big scene and alarmed them, I am afraid that you will be in big trouble this time." ”

Who knew that Mo Xiaoxie's expression was not frightened, but instead raised his sword eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Is this considered a wicked person suing first? I, the victim, didn't trouble them, they came first, and I was really afraid that they wouldn't succeed." ”

noticed his confident posture, although I don't know what he relied on, but I think it should have something to do with him entering the room and breaking the false memories for Pang Yuan.

If this is the case, then the villagers are in danger.

Aunt Zhen's lips opened and closed, and she muttered a few times, but after all, she didn't say anything, just sighed deeply.

And Pang Yuan, who had regained consciousness, was secretly looking at Aunt Zhen's soft appearance, and asked with a stutter: "...... Are you really a ghost?"

Coming back to her senses slightly, Aunt Zhen looked at Pang Yuan, who was a little afraid of herself, and joked, and said, "Don't I look like me?

"Do you still know how to change?" Pang Yuan asked with a strange look at her, in his impression, ghosts should not be good at these.

Aunt Zhen waved her hand and said, "It's not a change technique, it's just a skin used for disguise?

After hearing her explanation, Pang Yuan showed an expression of curiosity and fear, frowning as if thinking about the pros and cons, and looked slightly hesitant.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoxie, who had not intervened, suddenly stepped forward and said with a light smile: "Don't make trouble, Aunt Zhen's real appearance is very scary, I advise you not to go and see it, lest you sleep at night and have nightmares." ”

Hearing him say this, Pang Yuan believed his words without any reason, and let go of the desire to continue exploring, while Aunt Zhen glared at him angrily, but she was secretly surprised in her heart.

She doesn't think that Mo Xiaoxie is untargeted, but how did he get a glimpse of his ghost body?

While they were talking, the ghosts had gathered in front of the courtyard gate, and they were all howling with hideous faces, and their voices were screaming and desolate, making people's scalps tingle.

Looking at the more and more ghosts gathering in front of him, Mo Xiaoxie's face was calm.

He could vaguely distinguish the figures of Li He and Brother Kun, and now the leader was undoubtedly the village chief of this village.

In comparison, Pang Yuan and Aunt Zhen's expressions were a little difficult to look at.

"Aunt Zhen, you actually dare to collude with outsiders and restore their memories, are you ready to betray us?" the ghost of the old village chief glared at Aunt Zhen angrily and asked sharply.

Faced with the questioning of the village chief who had accumulated prestige for a long time, Aunt Zhen's face turned pale and began to tremble.

"Village Chief, how can we be called outsiders? I remember that we were still from the same village this morning, why are we talking now?" Mo Xiaoxie said lightly with the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

The old village chief's words came to an end, glanced at Mo Xiaoxie, snorted coldly, did not answer, but instead fell his gaze on Aunt Zhen's body again.

Obviously, she wants to be questioned and severely punished.

Mo Xiaoye saw that he actually avoided answering and didn't answer, how could he let him go easily, so he took a big step sideways, blocked in front of Aunt Zhen, and said: "Don't you want to trouble Aunt Zhen, the false memory you set up was broken by me, and it has nothing to do with her, what kind of ability is it to bully a weak woman?"

"You don't want to scold me. The village chief looked at him and smiled sadly: "You are just a human being, and you are not good at ghost spells, if it weren't for her to help you, how could you break free." ”

"There are no absolutes, what if I, a human being, know how to use ghost spells?" Mo Xiaoxie laughed softly and said in a faint tone.

"Are you lying to me for being ignorant?" the village chief chuckled and shook his head.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiaoye gasped.

What is the concept of not having a memory? That's a little worse than an idiot, and if he really became like that, what kind of expression would he face him?

"Isn't there another safer way?"

Mo Xiaoxie was very unsure of his control over his soul power, which was evident from the fact that he was unable to disassemble and use the golden-red aura of the 'Gangsha' during his previous battles with others.

One gang and one evil, one gold and one red, respectively represent the indestructible sharpness, and the attack method that points directly at the soul and integrates into one's own Dao heart.

If it is a cultivator of the same level, and the attack method of the soul is compared with the ghost cultivator, Mo Xiaoye is confident that he can defeat the other party.

Because no matter what, the ghost cultivator's attack only uses the power of his own soul, and on that basis, he has more power of the Dao heart, which makes its energy system have a qualitative sublimation, and the result is definitely not as simple as one plus one equals two.

The other cultivators didn't think about it this way, but in the end, they all failed, because although the Dao Heart is small, it is one of the three thousand Great Dao after all, and if you want to fuse the soul power into it, one of the consequences is that your soul is swallowed by the Great Dao and becomes dead, and the second is that the soul can't bear the Dao intent of the Great Dao, and is blown up by the endless Dao essence and turns into nothingness.

Either way, the only thing that awaits the cultivator is death, and in the end, no one will try to kill themselves in such a way that even a saint cannot use.

As for why he formed the prototype of this power at the very beginning and perfected it after the awakening of the Dao Heart, Mo Xiaoye didn't know anything, and now he could only attribute the credit to his Dao Heart to explain this unbelievable phenomenon.

Seeing Mo Xiaoxie's hesitant and uneasy look, Aunt Zhen asked, "You don't have confidence in yourself?"

Although he didn't want to admit it, Mo Xiaoxie still nodded.

"Then don't you do it, wouldn't you?" Aunt Zhen's tone suddenly turned cold, and she said quite calmly.

Mo Xiaoxie's eyes widened, and he looked at her in surprise with a very different attitude before and after, not knowing why she said this.

"Since you feel that you are going to fail if you do it, it is better not to do it, maybe it is also a good choice to let him live in this village all the time, it is better than letting you regret it for the rest of your life. (To be continued.) )