The improved female villains regained their memories.

He took in many disciples, the youngest of whom was only a teenager.

But among those corpses were the youngest.

They were not strong enough, but when they heard that their master was in danger, they all came without hesitation.

The evening breeze carried the lingering smoke from the deadly attack, and his intense inner world was like the moon obscured by dark clouds.

He clearly told his disciples that the main purpose of teaching them these things was to help them protect themselves.

But now...

He is really not a qualified mentor.

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Lin Feng knew that continuing to hide like this would always be a problem.

To prevent Zhiyuan from continuing his killing spree, he took the initiative to show himself and engage in battle with the Heroes Alliance.

Countless magical techniques, treasures, killing moves, formations, ingenious applications, and secret arts suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Lin Feng didn't know whether the battle was as intense as the one between Yang Pingsheng and Ye Buxin.

He fought desperately, but in the end, Zhiyuan came up and struck him in the chest with a palm strike.

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This time, it seems he's really going to die.

He was someone who should have died long ago, a shadow of Lin Feng, someone who shouldn't have survived that heavy snow.

As he lay dying, he seemed to hear that voice again.

It was Yang Pingsheng's voice, or perhaps the voice of the one who saved him back then.

That hand grabbed him and dragged him toward the light.

Immediately afterwards, countless hands supported him; those were the hands of his disciples.

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Yes, his journey is not yet over, and he has not yet realized his ambitions.

How could he die before Yang Pingsheng?

How could he die like this?

The world may belong to Yang Pingsheng, but it absolutely cannot belong to these ambitious people.

Zhiyuan was his disciple, and he saved him, so it was only right that Zhiyuan should take his life.

boom!

Zhiyuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, staring in horror at the figure unleashing spiritual energy.

"You are a body cultivator!" Zhiyuan clutched his sunken chest, incredulous.

He never imagined that his master's true expertise lay in physical combat.

Lin Feng glanced at him coldly, then flashed past and unleashed a barrage of punches in an instant.

The physical skills he possessed as a shadow back then, now unleashed to their fullest potential with the support of spiritual energy.

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Zhiyuan was beaten into a pulp.

Looking at his former top disciple, Lin Feng showed no mercy.

After killing Zhiyuan, he also dealt with the remaining members of the Hero Alliance, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, covered in blood, he found the place where his disciples were trapped—a cellar in an abandoned village.

"Master!"

"Master, are you alright?"

"Master, what's wrong?!"

He felt his disciples surrounding him.

His stiff hand could still move, and he touched the talisman in his pocket, only to find that he still couldn't send a message.

The space here remains sealed off, and the magical artifact has not been deactivated.

He said to his disciples, trembling, "I can't go on. This talisman contains all the information. Take it with you, leave this place, and go find Yang Pingsheng."

"Master, how can we abandon you?"

"Yes, Master, let's go together."

"We will find a way to save you."

He was too exhausted to speak.

He understood that concern could cloud judgment, and was about to force himself to speak, telling them not to act impulsively, when suddenly, a surge of green energy swept through the cellar.

The next moment, he was not lying among his disciples, but among a pile of minced meat.

Green enveloped everything, and the demon stood quietly in the corner watching him.

His pupils constricted as he stared at the person who should have been his disciple.

“Bu Xin, you…”

The little girl smiled slightly, then her body melted, and a green figure emerged step by step from the shadows.

"Lin Feng, seeing all this, do you feel despair?"

Ye Buxin stood beside him, looking down at him.

She had clearly prepared a lot of words, but when the threads of fate stirred in her eyes, she paused for a moment, then burst into a ferocious laugh.

If you're prepared, things will change.

"Hahahaha, interesting, really interesting! You're someone who should have died long ago!"

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A flash of inspiration appeared on the network, and Yang Pingsheng and Qi Feng watched in surprise.

"what happened?"

Yang Pingsheng sensed something, and the true traces of the Great Dao rapidly spread upwards.

He paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"Qi Feng, in the past, Ye Buxin was the one who won between me and Ye Buxin."

"Huh???"

The sun sets, and night falls.

Yang Pingsheng calmly said, "It's no longer possible for me to win by relying on Luo Yi."

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In the past, Ye Buxin stepped on Lin Feng and laughed heartily:

"So, you were the key to Yang Pingsheng regaining his memories in the future."

Chapter 693 Let's embark on this path!

hum-

The network seemed unable to withstand some kind of energy, and began to buzz.

Yang Pingsheng and Qi Feng watched it jump around a few times before finally falling to the ground, losing all its brilliance.

The true traces of the Great Dao receded, revealing to Yang Pingsheng the entire essence.

Failed.

Fate was indeed not on their side. Yang Luo self-destructed to cover their escape, and the only remaining core used up all its functions. Someone affected by this would also die at the hands of the Heroes Alliance in the future.

Qi Feng had no trace of the Great Dao, so he didn't understand what had happened and could only look at Yang Pingsheng in bewilderment.

Yang Pingsheng pressed down on Luo Yi, waiting for its last bit of heat to dissipate, and then read all the remaining changes.

The past, present, and future have all evolved into what we are now.

Luo Yi had already given him the answer: Ye Buxin, through the help of fate, had the upper hand.

Does this mean he will never be able to regain his memories?

Yang Pingsheng didn't understand. If he could see all this now because he possessed the true traces of the Great Dao, why couldn't he have done the same in the past?

Or did he actually see it too, so he left other methods behind?

Those who live in secluded places are like this: as long as they have a breath left, they always have a chance to turn the tables.

Ye Buxin probably thought the same thing, which is why she showed no mercy.

"If there are still hidden places, what are they? There's no one left..."

Yang Pingsheng could find no other way out.

He took Luo Yi, told Qi Feng that he needed to think about it, and then walked out alone to face the cold wind.

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Someone who should have died long ago?

Perhaps Ye Buxin is right; he should have died long ago.

In that snowstorm, he, an unknown man, should have died.

He was surrounded by the flesh and blood of his own disciples, while the green demon stood there, laughing savagely and speaking in a language he couldn't understand.

That foot was on him, and he couldn't move.

Is he finally going to die?

Under the green light and shadow, Ye Buxin's face was blurred.

An unnamed wind blew through the cellar. He forcefully raised his hand and grabbed her ankle.