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Chapter 166: The wind is blowing and the sky is cold. Who am I... (first update)
The mist was thinning, and the memory scenes flowed by like a long river. As they turned, scenes of Su Ming's familiar memories flickered in front of him.
The memory at this time will be the most precious, because the picture of this memory is blooming between life and death, and it is shining between taking home and being taken away.
Su Ming's consciousness was in a trance, but he still looked ahead. He wanted to know what the part of his lost memory contained...
Handong is also looking at Su Ming's memory. While devouring Su Ming's consciousness, he will refine Su Ming's body into a clone of his own.
In that memory scene, Su Ming saw a repeated scene, from the moment he stepped here until he reflected the years and returned to four years ago. On that rainy night, when the sky and earth thundered, a huge crack appeared. Cracks change the color of the sky and the earth, stop the thunder, and stop the rain.
"It's right here!" Su Ming's consciousness trembled, and the ability of Zefeng could only keep him seeing this place, but he couldn't bear the terrifying suction force from the stone in Su Ming's body, so he had to give up.
But now it was Hankong, whose soul was countless times more powerful than Hefeng. Su Ming expected to see a difference!
"Hey! What's in your spirit body!! What is this!!" Suddenly, Han Kong's voice came out, and his voice was full of surprise and uncertainty, and even contained a trace of panic and disbelief.
"this is impossible……"
The moment Hankong's voice appeared, under the dissipating fog in front of Su Ming, the scene in his memory suddenly changed. This time, it was passing through the cracks in the sky and the earth on that rainy night, towards the front of the years.
The scene changed, and what appeared in front of Su Ming's eyes was endless darkness. But strangely, even though he was looking at darkness, Su Ming could still feel that there was a body floating in this darkness.
This body was floating there, motionless, with eyes closed, and it was on this person's body. Su Ming felt familiar, and he knew that this person was him.
"I finally... saw this place... but I was still unconscious at this time, so I have no memory... This doesn't count as losing my memory!" Su Ming murmured.
The picture seemed to be still and had not changed for a long time. The emergence of this situation gave Su Ming a bad premonition. He became very nervous and seemed to understand a little.
"The memory stays here for so long... In the end, how many years have passed..."
"Damn it, what is this thing? You asked me to seize it, how can I seize it!" Han Kong's shocked voice echoed in Su Ming's consciousness. It was shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was a black hole in his body that was rapidly absorbing everything that belonged to him.
Su Ming didn't care about these anymore. He looked blankly at the scene under the mist, looking at the almost motionless darkness, and couldn't imagine how many years were contained in it.
I don’t know how much time passed, but when Handong’s angry roar became weaker and weaker, suddenly, the darkness that Su Ming saw changed for the first time in a long time!
The change this time originated from a hoarse, calm voice!
"Why." The moment he heard this voice, Su Ming's consciousness almost collapsed and trembled violently. The confusion in his eyes was immediately replaced by shock. He was familiar with this voice. This voice belonged to him!
"When did I say this..." Su Ming murmured, and he saw a scene that would be unforgettable in his entire life!
In that picture, he saw himself!
He saw himself standing in this darkness. On his arms, legs, and head, there was a huge chain running through his body, hanging in nothingness. As for the five chains, they spread endlessly. Where does it lead.
He saw that he had his eyes closed, even though he was hanging, and even though his body was covered with blood, he didn't show the slightest expression that he couldn't bear the pain.
"Is he...Is he me..." Su Ming's consciousness was shaken like never before. He noticed that there was no scar left on Wushan on his face when he was locked in the air...
He saw that he was suspended in nothingness, and in front of him, there was a huge head, which was as big as hundreds of him, with red hair, majestic and ferocious expression.
The ears of this head are ringed with snake bones, and there is a mark of lightning on the forehead. Even on the face of this head, a large number of lines can be seen, which seems to be formed naturally, exuding a wild atmosphere.
The head's eyes were open, and although the eyes were dim and dead, the moment Su Ming saw the head, he had the illusion that the world was shattering. It was an indescribable pressure that despised all living beings.
Anyone, in front of this head, must bow their heads and worship tremblingly.
But he was dead after all. A scarlet red sword pierced through the sky, directly piercing through the entire skull, revealing more than half of the sword from below.
At the same time, Su Ming saw more than nine red nails on the head, nailed tightly into it.
Su Ming stared blankly at the head, and at himself suspended by chains in front of the head. Following his gaze, he saw a figure sitting cross-legged and meditating on the hilt of the head.
This figure was wearing loose clothes and his face could not be seen clearly, but the moment Su Ming saw this person, his consciousness was filled with a coldness, turning into nervousness and fear.
"This is your destiny, you can't refuse it." The indifferent voice seemed to come from a distant place, echoing in this nothingness, as if the law descended and lingered for a long time, any creature who did not obey the will of the law would be punished .
"Emperor...Emperor Tian..." Hankong's trembling and weak voice was full of awe and fear, echoing in Su Ming's consciousness. He devoted most of his soul power to deal with the increasing pressure coming from Su Ming's body. The strong suction and withdrawal resisted, and the remaining small amount of soul power saw everything Su Ming saw.
When he saw the huge head, he already had fear. After seeing the figure on the sword hilt of the head, and hearing its voice, this fear became his nightmare like a nightmare, making him extremely fearful and awed. .
"I refuse." Su Ming saw the chained self and opened his eyes. There was deathly silence in his eyes, which was terrifyingly calm. The moment he opened his eyes, Su Ming saw the chained body. On his face, there was a line of blood under his eyes. This blood line seemed to appear out of thin air, and soon it was completely revealed. It turned out to be the line left on his face in Wushan... that line he didn't want to let him see. Dissolving scars.
"You make me...very disappointed...but you can't refuse my will." On the hilt of the sword that penetrated the huge head, the cross-legged figure raised his head. He still couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could be seen. In his eyes, there was that ruthless and indifferent gaze.
The moment Su Ming saw this gaze, there was a roar in his consciousness, and a sharp tearing pain suddenly appeared, causing everything he saw in front of him to suddenly collapse and turn into countless fragments.
"Ditian, you lied to me!! You lied to me...I..." At the same time, a shrill scream echoed. , almost vanished.
Everything disappeared. Su Ming's mind kept roaring, as if there were a hundred thousand thunders roaring continuously, causing everything he saw to dissipate. The fog in front of him quickly thickened, and everything seemed to have never happened. However, only that gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the fog of memory and land on Su Ming.
"You make me very disappointed……"
Su Ming was shocked and opened his eyes. His whole body was soaked with sweat. The moment he opened his eyes, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't hold it back and spit out a big mouthful.
Even his mask fell aside due to the spurt of blood, revealing the pale and confused face under the mask.
On his face, under his eyes, the scar left in Wushan turned red.
Rapid breathing came from Su Ming. He was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, his hands were on the ground, and his body was shaking.
"Is this a small part of the memory I lost..." After a long time, Su Ming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the dark cave around him, and murmured.
"Some of my memories have really been erased... Is it the Ditian that Han Kong was talking about that erased my memory!"
"Who is he, where is he from, he is mine... who..."
"In my lost memory, what I refused..."
"And the head under his body. This head is clearly that of a barbarian. Who is he..." Su Ming trembled. He thought of what Nan Tian said, that the second generation barbarian god lost his head.
"Just a head makes me feel like the sky... Could it be that this head belongs to the second generation Barbarian God!"
"Ditian... Ditian... Hankong screamed before he died, saying that Ditian had lied to him... who was this Ditian..." Su Ming murmured, the confusion in his expression like a tide, drowning him.
"Who am I...Fate, Su Ming." Su Ming raised his head abruptly, instead of roaring, he was still muttering a voice that only he could hear.
"Who am I..." Su Ming smiled miserably in confusion, he was lost.
Like a wounded beast, always wanting to exist alone, like a person who has lost his memory, always disbelieving what he sees, like a growing tree, forgetting his annual rings...
It's like the water in the palm of your hand, if it can't withstand a wave, it will be lost.
Su Ming, half-kneeling there, seemed to lose himself. He thought he would get the answer, but there was still a deeper confusion in the answer.
"Is this fate... like a ball of hair, unable to find its head or end..." Su Ming closed his eyes, he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to go out, he would rather sit alone in the darkness , silently looking for.
At this moment, he ignored the death of Han Kong in his body. Except for some of his broken soul being absorbed by the stones in the spirit body, the rest turned into a little crystal light, lingering around his body of the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly being absorbed.
He also ignored that the piece of barbaric soul-level atavistic bone in his body that was brought in by Handong was slowly melting into Su Ming's body due to Handong's death. As it melted, Su Ming The blood in the body is flowing and absorbing at an alarming speed...
As Han Kong said before, if you don't die, you are good luck!
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It’s not easy to write, and the speed is slow. Every burst is worth twice the time and fatigue. In early May, I need a monthly pass.
(End of this chapter)