Alchemy

"Roar!"

Regardless of other things, Chang Fengyu heard this sentence, and immediately rushed forward with a roar, fiercely sucked in the nine dark illusory bodies, and swallowed them.

goo go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go go...

Sure enough, almost instantly, the nine black shadows began to disintegrate, and quickly transformed into streams of pure mana and the original power of the soul in his stomach, carrying huge information and all kinds of happiness. Anger, sorrow and joy poured into Chang Fengyu's mind in an instant.

Countless faces, countless joys, sorrows, sorrows and resentments, like torrents, occupying Chang Fengyu's brain and mind.

"Quack quack quack, you can't kill us, come on, I have the memories of 30 living beings here, all of which are the memories of you humans, quack quack, quickly fuse with me, as long as you fuse with me, you can have You have a huge memory that even the demon clan can't compare to you, and you have the unique ability to confuse gods..."

"Woooooooooo, please forgive me, I don't want to die!"

"Young master, is the slave's house really nice? Ah, you hurt the slave's house..."

"Hahahahahaha, kill, the whole world is mine now... Kill me quickly, this king is the most heroic emperor in the world, with the most outstanding achievements..."[

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Countless silhouettes passed by my heart continuously, and all kinds of descriptions and expressions came rushing towards my face with vitality. Just a few dozen memories like this have already caused Chang Fengyu's already damaged Yuanshen to burst into tearing pain. .

"Chang Fengyu, hold on fast, stay focused on not understanding, restrain your consciousness, let these huge memories merge into your soul, but don't try to comprehend them, just treat them as if they don't exist..."

Seeing Chang Fengyu's brows gradually furrowed, Yan was shocked immediately, and quickly reminded him, calling constantly to wake up Chang Fengyu's mind and spiritual consciousness, so as to prevent him from getting lost.

This kind of magic spirit fusion was already very dangerous, but now it was performed on the nine heavenly demons, and the huge amount of memory almost burst his head.

At this moment, Chang Fengyu seemed to have come to a crowd of people in an instant. Countless people were talking to him, but he could still hear clearly and remember what these people said. if.

This sentence is not a question of acceptance, but a question of how to let it go.

Chang Fengyu felt that even though his primordial spirit was growing rapidly, becoming stronger and repairing, it was still far from being able to withstand the invasion of this huge information.

"Crack--"

All of a sudden, there was a fine crack in Yuanshen, and Chang Fengyu's whole mind was shaken. Yuanshen was injured again, that kind of crisp, itchy, hot and cold pain, like a piercing pain. obvious.

torrent...

The torrent of memory was like a surging river, causing his mind to slowly break down!

Standing among the crowd, all the people wanted to listen to him, and if they disagreed, they would fight directly to kill themselves and eat meat. This is Chang Fengyu's only feeling and consciousness now. For a moment, he didn't know who he was or why he existed. He only knew that this chaotic scene was squeezing him out and vying for him!

But—he couldn't run, his body seemed to be frozen in place, and his feet couldn't move a bit.

"I am the number one scholar in the new department, I am the number one scholar in the new department, hahaha, after so many years of hard study, I finally succeeded. Huh? No, I am the grand master of the dynasty, the damned little emperor, how could I treat this old man like this, and ransacked my house Clan extermination, the first emperor, open your eyes and look at the old minister, your son is going to kill the old minister... blah blah blah, I, Lu Wanwan, want all the money in the world to return to my palm. So what, so what if you have a bad reputation for thousands of years, with money, the old man buys several empires and merges them to become the emperor..."[

Suddenly, Chang Fengyu's misty memory and wisdom began to quarrel. At first, there were two people, and the voice was very quiet at the beginning. Later, there were more and more people, and the voices and identities became more and more mixed. bigger.

"Ah - who am I, who am I..."

Chang Fengyu's mind began to be densely covered with cracks, but he could no longer feel the pain, and the memories of counting impacted his mind and occupied his spirituality.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, a black droplet soaked into the primordial spirit, the wounds of the number began to heal quickly, the memory and voice of the number disappeared suddenly, Chang Fengyu slowly opened his eyes, deep in his mind, a drop of thick black The original power of the primordial spirit is rippling, hot and fiery, and the memory of the number is still flowing, but it is not so unacceptable or difficult to resist.

"Chang Fengyu, hurry up, hold on to your mind, and let all this get out of your mind. These memories are related to you. You can seal them first and store them at the end of the primordial spirit!"

Yan's voice was very urgent, but at this moment, it was clearly transmitted into Chang Fengyu's mind core, which made him wake up suddenly, and his eyes lit up.

"Ah, I almost lost my mind. Damn Faling, I just started to fuse one of them with such a powerful power. If I really lost it completely, it must be difficult for me to recall myself for thousands of years... What should I do? What to do, how to gather your mind and stick to one end?"

Chang Fengyu couldn't help flashing his thoughts in his mind, and gradually, the voices in his ears began to resound gradually again, and the voices of different words began to penetrate into his ears again without any hindrance among.

"No way!" Chang Fengyu couldn't help panicking. After going on like this, it won't take long for him to get lost. Yan's spiritual body origin is limited, and it was already the limit to be able to send him a drop before. This time, he lost again If not, then he will only have a dead end.

"What should I do, I can feel that there is a vitality in the sky eye for me, but what is the use of doing this? Damn, is the feeling of the sky eye wrong? What should I do?"

The voices became more and more louder, and Chang Fengyu was once again exposed to several voices.

"Ah, damn it, why did you kill me, why did you devour my memory, why did you extract my soul, I want you to die!"

Suddenly, an extremely ugly face rushed towards his mind fiercely, trying to kill Chang Fengyu and Xin Xiuji.

The monstrous vitality filled his face, as ugly as he wanted, and countless faces began to slowly emerge one after another.

"Li Lang, why did you abandon me, why did you lie to me..."

"Wang Mazi, you have usurped my ancestral property, and I will kill you...you will die!"

"Hahahahahaha, I found it, all the gold, silver and jewelry here are mine, hahahaha, I became a monk at the age of 13, and after 30 years, I finally found the hidden place of Xuanku Temple, hahahaha, Master, master, in vain you are called the Master of Xuanku, but you will only cling to this "Xuanku Sutra" for a lifetime of enlightenment, can you become a Buddha? Hahahaha, as long as I spend several billion taels of here I will hand in the gold from my body to create a golden body for my Buddha, which is a side merit, and then I will become a Buddha with just one thought..."

"Amitabha, villain, do you know what suffering is..."

A series of memories were squeezed into Chang Fengyu's mind, and he was constantly digesting them passively. While guarding his mind, his thoughts quickly flowed, thinking about how to get out of trouble, if he continued like this If not, it won't be long before he is really dead!

"Amitabha, villain, do you know what greed is..."

At this moment, this memory began to occupy Chang Fengyu's entire mind, and those thoughts and memories seemed to become weak in an instant, and could no longer be heard by Chang Fengyu, except for this Buddha's name. clear!

When he was puzzled, Chang Fengyu slowly turned his mind to the source of the voice. It was a face that was extremely bitter, densely packed with wrinkles, intricate facial features, and the whole face was filled with the artistic conception of suffering.

"Evil disciples, do you know what is called "The Sutra of Mysterious Suffering"?"

At this moment, a roar came out again from that dry and bitter face, and then the bitter face turned around suddenly, and it became bigger. Knowing this moment, Chang Fengyu realized that it was a A face formed by clouds and mists.

Turning around, the hard training immediately began to squirm, and after a while, a cloud of gray air was divided, but a more greedy face was condensed.

That expression, that look, and the eyes were full of greed, making Chang Fengyu's heart twitch.

"Huh? No!"

Suddenly, Chang Fengyu was startled, and in his mind, he began to think of a strange portrait, which was a tall and strange figure.

Behind the figure, there are countless facial expressions, countless palms and eyes, and there are a lot of branches and forks.

"Vientiane Demon"

I don't know why, at this moment, Chang Fengyu thought of the name of this picture in his mind. The dark and tall body is similar to the Buddhist golden body he saw a few days ago, but it is full of demonic energy. Counting faces, palms, magic eyes, emotions...

"Buddhas and demons are only in one thought. I heard that this kind of Dharma appearance is the main body of the ancestor of Ashura in ancient times. Later, the ancestor of Ashura escaped into Buddhism..."

Thinking about it in my heart, Chang Fengyu couldn't help but visualize the huge golden body that I saw a few days ago in the core of the primordial spirit. It became clearer at the beginning, especially those densely packed faces and all the emotions were clearly reflected in Chang Fengyu's mind.

"Crash-"

The faces slowly condensed, the resentment around them took shape, and the memory of the number was shattered abruptly, scattered into various emotions, and even began to twist into illusory talismans autonomously, clattering Flying and circling among Chang Fengyu's primordial spirit, and then slowly gathering together, they condensed into a real magical phase.