Seeing this, Xue Zhen's mood was extremely heavy, at the beginning of learning about the fifteenth thing, Xue Zhen had secretly felt that he was powerless, and now it seems that this matter is indeed not something that he can control alone. He wanted to make a move, but he knew that his shot would not solve this chaotic world at all, but he thought of one person.

"Come out, little old man!"

Because he was looking for such a white-eyed young man, Xue Zhen had isolated the spirit beast ring from the outside world in advance, but when a somewhat blurry and clear figure appeared in front of his body, Xue Zhen felt that the truncated move seemed to be redundant.

Because, at this time, what he saw was a completely static world, and the divine thoughts sent out were frozen no matter how far or near they were, including the blood light that was struck, the volley treasures that counterattacked, the mortals who were knocked out of the air, and even the blood waves generated by the explosion, and the shattered flesh, all of which were stationary. Naturally, he and the black demon Wansu in the spirit beast ring, the silver-haired boy Yinglang, also lost all mental connection.

However, this kind of thing Xue Zhen just flashed his thoughts, and he quickly swept his gaze to the white-eyed young man who was still looking old in front of him, and he noticed that in the white-eyed young man's body, the wick white strip had completely recovered to seven inches, not long or short, exactly seven inches.

This white-eyed boy did not turn his back on him this time, but looked at Xue Zhen tightly, because the figure of the white-eyed boy would be blurry, Xue Zhen did not exchange his eyes with the white-eyed boy too much, but asked directly:

"Little old man, can you solve this matter?"

"What's the matter?" the white-eyed boy asked in a light tone, a little knowingly.

"Can you stop the killing of this city?" Xue Zhen was anxious at the moment, but he still took the trouble to say what he meant.

"Yes!" replied the white-eyed boy without a moment's thought.

"Then hurry up!" Xue Zhen said.

"How do you want to stop?" asked the white-eyed boy.

Speaking of this, it really made Xue Zhen stunned, and he found that his thoughts seemed to be a bit wishful thinking, separating all these people, just delaying the time for them to fight, and it seemed to be useless. However, he quickly thought of another question.

"Little old man, can Xue ask a question?"

"Say it!"

"Is this the same killing problem in other cities?"

"Not bad!"

The white-pupiled boy's answer was so crisp and so reasonable, but at this moment's time, Xue Zhen found that the white-pupiled boy's body had already begun to burn, and it was obvious that the white-pupiled boy was already stimulating his own mysterious power.

"You! Why are you burning again!"

"Your question!"

Hearing this answer from the white-eyed boy, Xue Zhen smiled bitterly, obviously wanting to know an answer from him, an answer that he shouldn't have known, the white-eyed boy would have to pay the price, and the price was to burn the weird wick white strip on his body.

"So now you can do whatever Xue asks for!"

"Yes! except to turn back time!" the white-eyed boy was still in that old-fashioned and serious manner, to put it lightly.

However, at this time, Xue Zhen was in a dilemma, it was not difficult to separate these people, but it was not easy to calm down the incident. Those monks, especially those unscrupulous evil monks, persecuted some mortals to have little chance of survival, and their grievances can be said to be long-standing and impossible to eradicate.

But this matter must not be allowed to ferment, Xue Zhen thought hard. The white-eyed young man at this time stood with his hands in his hands, he looked at Xue Zhen quietly, without any emotion, and he didn't urge Xue Zhen, but the white strip of wick in his body continued to burn.

"Can you erase their memories?" Xue Zhen finally asked again.

"Yes!"

"That means that all the memories of the Sanskrit Blood Refining Dao, including the written records, can be completely destroyed!"

"Can't!"

"Why?"

"Some people don't belong here, so they can't!"

The white-eyed boy's answer made him a little stunned, he didn't expect the white-eyed boy to have such an answer, but he had already vaguely guessed something in his mind.

"Xue doesn't belong here?"

"Not bad!"

"It doesn't matter if you delete the things about the Sanskrit Blood Refining Dao in my memory, but the memories of all the other people involved in the Sanskrit Blood Refining Dao must be deleted!" Xue Zhen said again.

"Can't!"

"Why?" Xue Zhen asked with a little excitement.

"Some people don't belong here, so they can't!"

The white-eyed boy still had that attitude, and that sentence seemed to be perfunctory to Xue Zhen, but Xue Zhen had already vaguely guessed the approximate reason behind it.

"These things were initiated by the people who created the Zào Sanskrit Blood Refining Dao?"

"Yes! No!" the white-eyed boy gave an ambiguous answer.

Hearing this, Xue Zhen's eyebrows were deep and wrinkled, and he gasped for breath several times, as if he had hurt Zhenyuan, and he found that the conversation between him and the white-eyed boy was too difficult. But it was the white-eyed boy, that is, he was able to solve the matter.

"Let them stop, delete all the memories of the Brahma Blood Refining Dao that can be deleted in the entire Immortal Domain, and let the rest of the people be separated, this should always be possible!" Xue Zhen asked.

"Yes!"

"Let's start!" Xue Zhen let out a long sigh of relief, what he could do now was to try to return to his original state, even if it would be at the expense of mortals, he could only do so.

At this moment, I saw that on the body of such a white-pupiled young man, the burning wick white strip was still continuing, and in the hands of the white-pupiled young man, a trick that was so strange that Xue Zhen couldn't see it at all. After a little stimulation, Xue Zhen felt a fresh breeze blowing through his body, and it disappeared in an instant.

And at this time, a circle of Xuan power that Xue Zhen couldn't see, touch, or observe at all, flashed out of the body of the white-pupiled boy, and pushed it outward at an extreme speed, and in less than a thousandth of a flash, it had already pushed through the entire Qucheng, and then, it was the entire Qionglian Immortal Domain, and it also extended to other immortal domains, that is, in less than a flash, this circle of mystical power had quickly returned and completely retracted into the body of the white-pupiled boy.

And Xue Zhen's eyes swept by at this moment, and the white wick white strip in the white pupil boy's body burned violently, and all of a sudden, the length of three inches had disappeared, and finally, the flame that ignited somehow suddenly went out, and the white wick white strip in the white pupil boy's body was only four inches left, and the white pupil boy's expression was still the same, and he didn't say a word, and then he plunged into Xue Zhen's body and completely lost his trace.