Chapter 893 Memory of Memory

At this moment, the cry of killing rang out, and Ji Wufan's eyes flashed with excitement: "The person who saved me must be here."

"Quick! Fang Hao, help me out."

Fang Hao nodded, walked forward and helped Ji Wufan up.

After more than ten minutes, the screams in the village gradually disappeared, and the remaining village names were gathered together.

Several big men came up holding a little boy with broken arms. The little boy looked at the man in black with an unruly expression, as if he was not afraid of the scene in front of him at all: "My father is Xuancheng from Ziyun Palace. Immortal Lord, he will not let you go."

"Xuancheng Immortal Lord has so many sons, he may have forgotten you a long time ago."

"Is he Ji Wufan?"

"The guy whose hands were blown off by us before is probably this kid."

"Take him away."

"Kill all the rest."

A series of screams rang out, all the villagers were executed, and the entire village was reduced to ashes under a fire.

After the people in black finished doing all this, their figures flashed and shot out like bolts of lightning.

They came to a hidden mountainside and carried Ji Wufan tied up to a stone platform.

"Help him stop the bleeding from his wound first."

"Be careful, this is the top celestial bloodline."

"As long as we use the method of exchanging blood and transforming lives, we can have such good qualifications."

A moment later, screams rang out from the stone platform, and tentacles pierced directly into the boy's body, drawing out his blood in large gulps.

"As expected of his bloodline, just give him a breath and don't let him die."

One day and one night later, streaks of purple sword light lit up in the distant sky.

"No, it's a monk from Ziyun Palace!"

"How did it come so fast?"

"Run away! We are no match!"

When several monks from Ziyun Palace came to the stone platform, they only saw a bloody figure.

…

Zhou Bai frowned, and before he had time to think about the various information in this memory, another large cloud of mist came over with flickering lights and shadows.

…

"So there is such a story?"

"Junior Brother Ji Wufan, you have worked really hard."

"Those people are really hateful. They killed innocent people indiscriminately just to extract your heavenly and human blood."

"Fortunately, Senior Brother rescued you."

"Did Fang Hao die too? He was a loyal savior. What a pity."

Looking at the senior brothers and sisters in front of him, Ji Wufan nodded: "Yeah, it's a pity, so I have to go back every year to pay homage to him, because he gave me my life."

A senior brother patted him on the shoulder and said, "Junior brother Ji, don't be too sad. I don't blame you for this matter."

Ji Wufan nodded: "Today is the day when I go back to worship, so I'll leave first."

The young man slowly left under the caring eyes of everyone, walked out of the mountain gate, left Ziyun Palace, and finally returned to the ruins.

He walked all the way into a basement, looked at the man in the ice coffin in the basement, and said calmly: "Master, how are you doing lately?"

"Master, I'm about to enter Taoism."

"I can finally see the way of heaven."

While talking to himself, Ji Wufan took off his clothes and walked towards the ice coffin.

Half an hour later, he stumbled out, his whole body a bright red, exuding bursts of heat like a cooked shrimp.

He knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at his condition, he thought to himself: 'The bloodline conflict is getting more and more serious, and it is almost reaching its limit. It can last for another year at most. ’

Ji Wufan fell to the ground in some pain, twitching all over. After more than an hour, he stood up with a pale face and silently cleaned up the ground: "One year is enough. The past two years have been the happiest years in my life." day. ’

Then he saw the spiritual power spreading out of his body, sweeping away the blood stains on the ground bit by bit.

Seeing this scene of Yuan Shen's power at work, Ji Wufan had a satisfied smile on his face.

"As long as I can enter Taoism before I die, I will die without regrets."

"It's a pity that the way of heaven is mysterious, but I don't have time to understand it one by one."

After cleaning up the basement, Ji Wufan slowly walked out, leaving only the broken body in the ice coffin, lying there silently and silently.

…

As the scene in front of him disappeared, Zhou Bai let out a breath. Although there were many gaps and inaccuracies in the memory, Zhou Bai could guess a rough idea of ​​the whole process.

"Did Fang Hao replace Ji Wufan? Because everyone who had seen the child Ji Wufan was killed, and Fang Hao was tortured until his flesh and blood were blurred and he was no longer human. So Ziyun Palace didn't recognize it? Or is there still something in it? Didn’t I see the secret?”

"I don't know whether he took the initiative to impersonate Ji Wufan, or whether Ji Wufan asked Fang Hao to impersonate him."

Zhou Bai suddenly thought: "Being able to learn the art of exchanging blood and life under such circumstances, and then successfully performing it, Fang Hao's qualifications are actually very good."

Unfortunately, what he saw was not all the memories, but only some fragments of them, so there were still a lot of mysteries.

At this moment, the darkness in front of him gradually began to fade. As the darkness disappeared, a cliff gradually appeared in front of Zhou Bai.

He looked at this scene with some surprise: "Wait, the darkness I saw at the beginning... Could it be..."

Zhou Bai suddenly understood that this darkness itself was some kind of memory, someone had closed his eyes.

And those scenes just now belong to the other person's memories.

What he saw was a memory within a memory.

"And this feeling seems to be the perception of the soul, not just visual and auditory."

…

In the picture, a middle-aged man knelt on the ground: "Master, are you out of seclusion?"

The spiritual power swept in all directions, and the picture in front of him became clearer and clearer.

An old voice sounded from outside the screen: "Well, I remembered something."

The next moment, streaks of light flew into the screen.

The old voice continued: "In the past twenty years, I have destroyed my sense of sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste one by one. Finally, I even temporarily closed my sense of consciousness, just to understand the way of heaven and the void wholeheartedly, and one day be able to Integrate the inheritance of the three great avenues and unlock the secrets of the sixty-four hexagrams."

"Tell the sect leaders to prepare to start replenishing the deficiency."

…

As the picture disappeared completely, Zhou Bai opened his eyes and returned to Tianmo's laboratory.

Em on the side shouted excitedly: "There is a lot of valid data this time, now it's time to analyze it!"

Along with Em's shouts, threads were drilled into her body, and various pictures and sounds they saw were continuously input into the demon's database.

Zhou Bai asked: "With what we saw this time, can we analyze anything?"

"Brother, don't worry." Em shook his head: "There are indeed some results, but we are not 100% sure yet. Let's find more valid data and let me improve the model."

"But one thing is certain now."

"The places we see in our memories are definitely not on Earth."

…

In Donghua City, Zhou Bai silently reviewed what he saw today in his mind, guessing that the era in his memory should be after Qingyunzi, when a large number of demon bloodlines gradually evolved into humans and lived together with humans.

"But...not on Earth?"

Zhou Bai looked at the picture analyzed by Em. Various calculations about gravity, sunlight, and stars all proved that the place in the picture was not on the earth.

"Is it the so-called different space?"

Zhou Bai did remember that the spirit man once withdrew from the earth due to the violent fading of his spiritual power. He now strongly suspected that the memory they saw was the memory of someone at that time.