"The force field of the memory world has come to the brink of collapse......" The arboreal owl, who was the architect, reminded Feng Qinglang in a low voice.

In fact, this undoubtedly means that Feng Yaling's breath of life will disappear at any time.

But I don't know that she has spanned thousands of years, and she is undoubtedly still happy at this moment, after all, everything she believes in is still eternal.

She said softly, "Aaron, I feel sleepy again, I think... Maybe I'll have to sleep a little longer. ”

Seeing that Yiren was about to turn around leisurely and wave goodbye, everything was like a dream, Aaron couldn't help but say, "Wait...... Yaling, let me take a good look at you again!"

"Fool...... Feng Yaling's voice gradually murmured, her hand slowly slid out of Aaron's hand, and the last trace of strength and life also passed from her body......

Aaron didn't cry, but his shoulders trembled slightly, and his spirit was infected, and the whole world fell goose feather snow, and the earth was frozen for thousands of miles in an instant!

The world is gradually fading......

The voice of the angry waves became the final note, and he said softly: "Thousands of years of waiting, just for a moment to get together! In the smoke and water, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing ......."

As everything around them faded, they returned to the ocean, surrounded by endless ordinary wooden doors......

The once peerless Yi people have parted, and Di Allen's spiritual imprint has gradually faded, this is the last afterglow that belongs to him......

This is the first time he manifested in front of everyone's eyes, his eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and when he stayed on the angry waves, in the face of the unconcealable sadness of the angry waves, Aaron's eyes flashed with comfort and calmness, like a traveler who finally walked out of the desert, and like expressing to the angry waves, he had been worried for thousands of years, and finally ended easily, and the angry waves didn't know, the other party got what he wanted, or still regretted it......

His gaze moved to Feng Qinglang again, which was full of encouragement and gratification, and then moved to Li Yinuo, Hao Xiaxue, Wanglou, Oslen and others, who were also the heirs of the Di Dynasty after a thousand years......

When his eyes touched the East Emperor Tian, the two of them smiled gently at the same time, I don't know if it was a smile and hatred when they met......

He bowed his head to every strong man and every illusion, and finally, his body had faded to the extreme, and he waved goodbye to everyone freely, and then, like a wisp of fresh wind, slowly dissipated between heaven and earth!

The last of the spiritual power, all used as a signifier, stayed on a wooden door that stood across the void in the distance.

Everyone turned their heads to look, only to see that the door was slowly opening, if it weren't for Di Allen's reminder, I am afraid that the existence inside would have slipped out unconsciously.

Feng Qinglang hurriedly withdrew from his sad mood, took the lead in flashing in the direction of the door, and shouted in a low voice: "It may be Trisia, all ready!"

"No, that's another Eastern Emperor! Dongdi Tian said in a calm voice.

Everyone's hearts were terrified, the Eastern Emperor Heaven who was fighting side by side with them in front of them was already quite powerful, what would be the strength of the Eastern Emperor Heaven who returned from another world?

"The strength is very strong!He has inherited part of the power of Trisia!" After all, it is the same origin, and the Eastern Emperor Tian is extremely sensitive to point out the strangeness of the other self.

Feng Qinglang stared at the wooden door that was gradually opening, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Attention all illusionists, prepare to activate the blink of a thousand years!"

Unge couldn't help but get nervous again, once started, all the links would start by him......

The wooden door suddenly burst open, a cloud of black smoke surging out, as if the wooden door was a fire inside, Dongdi Tian was stunned, he felt a familiar sense of closeness, as if he saw a long-lost reunion, and like the deepest string in his heart, was gently plucked, couldn't help but resonate, couldn't help but go to the black smoke.

There happened to be another psychiatry master near him, and at the same time that His Majesty Brufield was almost the Eastern Emperor Heaven's reaction, his hand moved forward, and a crystal water curtain blocked in front of the Eastern Emperor Tian, and the Eastern Emperor Heaven collided with the water curtain, and the whole person suddenly woke up, only to see the black smoke rushing towards him, and they almost collided together in an instant!

The spiritual force field of the black smoke made many people present stunned, and Unge was also among them, Feng Qinglang had no time to blame him, and took the lead in leading everyone to break into the depths of the spiritual sea of black smoke, and shouted in his mouth: "Unge, don't be distracted!"

In the vast memory drawer, he didn't have time to pick the most suitable memory node, and pulled out one of the memories fiercely, even if there were so many people behind him as a spiritual pillar, but after pulling out this memory, Unge still collapsed for a while, he really doubted himself in reality, whether it was at this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and he even thought a little scared, if it weren't for so many people supporting him, I am afraid that all his strength would be emptied in the previous moment and become a dry corpse......

"Unge, report the time!" or Feng Qing's voice, which brought Ange back to his senses.

Ang Ge hurriedly said: "Twenty-eight years before the establishment of the Di Dynasty, two years after the death of the Eastern Emperor Tian......" As he spoke, his voice became inaudible.

How is it possible, is it the memories of the afterlife?

After a person dies, how can he remember?

He had even begun to imagine how all the illusionists around him would attack him.

To his surprise, there was a dead silence all around!

In the space of this memory fragment, everyone accompanied the black smoke, slowly falling into the endless void, like falling into the depths of a black tornado, and the surrounding space turbulence that seemed to be calm and dead, but full of tearing sense, was wandering everywhere.

A magnetic, hoarse voice came out of the black smoke, and it was full of confusion and said, "Where am I?"

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

“......”

Mentor Nishiki couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this the legendary underworld?"

"Could this be the legendary Eternal Fall?" the arboreal owl asked with a little confusion.

"Is it true that after death, there really is a memory? When the deceased returns, we will see the memories of the deceased?"

“......”

A group of illusionists went from confusion to excitement, and they began to talk about it, and for a moment they did not pursue the terrible mistake that Unge had made.

The field of illusion can come to their point, most people are fanatical about academic research, they have been studying pre-graduate memories all their lives, and they have never seen postmortem memories, and they are all inexplicably excited.

It was Feng Qinglang who woke them up: "Be quiet, listen carefully to what he says!"

“...... Why are there strange noises around, what are the memories of the dead?" the hoarse voice seemed to think.

Mo Mo lost his voice and said, "Aren't we ghosts, how can he hear our discussions?"

"Please be silent, Your Excellency Mo Mo!" Feng Qinglang's voice couldn't help but bring anger to him, as he found that the situation was a little out of control.