Chapter 333: The Fisherman Never Returns Empty-Handed, the Peach Picker Wins the Frost

Realization.

Memories are surging like crazy.

The memory-eating catfish actually possesses such an incredible ability.

He relies on this ability to reproduce the scenes in his memory, and constantly tamper with and distort them, forming a thousand layers of false deception.

The earth shook.

The scorching light of billions of watts lit up the entire Black Prison.

The shock wave of the nuclear bomb destroyed the earth full of blood and mud, and the endless blood river also boiled up and was evaporated in the terrifying energy field under the mushroom cloud.

The sky collapsed and the earth sank.

The earth cracked into broken scars and gullies.

Countless wronged souls and evil ghosts wailed in the burning of tar bombs, were blown into powder by the bombardment of artillery shells, or were annihilated in nuclear explosions.

The war of the world.

The war of the domain.

This is a war between powers.

The peak battle between the old order and the new order is not only based on the powerful [King] to compete with the original power, but also use their respective domains to erode the other's world.

The Infernal Black Prison, Molten Hell... The two newly established worlds are completely incomparable to the Sea of ​​Life. After all, that is the source of life on Blue Star.

Collapse.

The Infernal Black Prison created by Yang Feng has cracks in space, and it seems that it will be broken by endless memories at any time.

"Zero!!"

"Fill the cracks quickly!!"

Yang Feng used all his strength to control the power of darkness. He even threw out a dark rust hook, personally held the chain, and pulled the memory-devouring catfish.

Gurgle gurgle gurgle.

The super volcano erupted, and the hot magma covered the broken space cracks, as if filling them in this way.

However... there are too many space cracks.

The memory gravel dropped by the memory-devouring catfish weighed thousands of pounds, and the mud poured down, even crushing the entire land.

The earth collapsed! !

The Hell of Hell could not bear such heavy memories at all. It collapsed and shattered on a large scale, forming a deep pit.

It was broken!!

The power of the domain was almost penetrated by the Memory Devouring Catfish!!

Roar, roar, roar.

Ling roared angrily again.

The silver dragon winding in the air actually tore its flesh and blood apart on its own initiative. A large amount of mud and flesh fell from the sky and landed on the collapsed space.

With my flesh and blood, I will seal the cracks.

The wriggling flesh and blood grew wildly, covering the broken space and filling the abyss of the Hell of Hell.

Try everything.

In order to fight the Memory Devouring Catfish, Ling has contributed all his strength.

"Fisherman."

"Den-dwelling Immortal."

"We have a common enemy, help me with all your strength!!"

Yang Feng raised his head and roared at the huge, ethereal figure above the ocean, and the increasingly blurred Den-dwelling Immortal also realized that this was the most critical moment.

He swung the hook, piercing it into the body of the memory-eating catfish, and then pulled with all his strength, trying to drag the creature out of the ocean.

As long as he got out of the Sea of ​​Life, all problems would be solved! !

Moved!

The body of the memory-eating catfish moved again.

It was getting closer and closer to the edge of the Sea of ​​Life, and the dirty blood it sprayed out even mixed with mud poured out.

[Forgetfulness]

The memory-eating catfish struggled desperately.

It once again used the power of its authority to tamper with the power of forgetfulness of memory, and it was directly reflected in the real world.

The real ocean.

The memories of the fish monsters were cleared again.

The bright blood-red color on the sea surface was purified into a pure blue wave under the power of memory forgetfulness, and the sea and sky were crystal clear.

Not only that.

The waves and ripples spread out in circles, acting on the entire ocean, making countless creatures forget the image of the nest-making immortal.

On the altar of faith, the great creatures regarded as gods, what do they fear the most? ?

Severe injury? ?

Destruction? ?

Death? ?

No... What they fear the most is being forgotten. No one will remember them anymore, and their faith will collapse, and the gods on the altar will also disappear with the wind.

Finally.

The body of the Dawo Immortal completely disappeared.

The blurred face like mosaics exploded and collapsed like broken glass, and the whole body melted like ice cream in the sun.

"Protect... the ocean..."

"Please... help me..."

The collapsed body of the Dawo Immortal finally let out a mournful cry, as if asking Yang Feng to let him replace him to protect the ocean that was about to collapse.

Unable to suppress.

The faith of the Dawo Immortal collapsed as he was forgotten by the fish monsters.

But he did not give up, but gathered his remaining strength and condensed it on a special item.

Fish bucket.

The last thing left by the Wo Xianren was the red fish bucket that had never contained a single fish and was always empty!!

Solid.

The red fish bucket became more and more real.

It gathered all the remaining power of the Wo Xianren, and finally became a powerful twisted object.

[Twisted Object] - Fisherman's Fish Bucket.

Message: I hope fishermen will never come back empty-handed.

The fish bucket of the Wo Xianren passed through the barrier of space and landed in Yang Feng's hands.

What is this? ?

Yang Feng held the fish bucket, and with a thought, he threw it in the direction of the falling mud in the sky!!

Countless gravel.

Countless mud.

Countless sea tears splashing with dirty blood.

They poured into the dark prison, but then the twisted things took effect, and the fish bucket actually carried the gravel.

Countless people's memories.

Countless people's thoughts.

They were all put into the fish bucket, and the entire red bucket was filled in an instant, but it seemed that it would never overflow.

"Fisherman."

"Is this his twisted obsession?"

Yang Feng looked at the fish bucket that carried everything, and the fisherman hoped that his fish bucket could be filled.

At this time.

White mist rose.

Near the magma under Yang Feng's feet, smooth rocks like mirrors burned out, and a familiar face appeared in it.

Ying Shuang.

Brain Hole Doctor Ying Shuang, unexpectedly came to Yang Feng again through the power of dreams.

During this time, Ying Shuang has been helping Yang Feng.

Ten thousand layers of false memories, Ying Shuang always appears beside Yang Feng, hinting at him something, trying to make him remember his true self.

Now.

Ying Shuang reappeared when the Memory Devouring Catfish was being attacked. Although she looked haggard, she was extremely excited.

"Memory!"

"Those are the memories of countless people!"

"They are the best foundation for the dream world!!"

Ying Shuang appeared here not only to help Yang Feng, but also for the mud and gravel that fell into the sea of ​​life.

They are the weight that the Hell of Hell cannot bear.

They are also the best foundation for the dream world. The memories of countless people are the best material for weaving dreams.

"Ying Shuang."

"Do you want to become a king?"

Yang Feng frowned. Ying Shuang's goal was already very clear. She had been projecting her consciousness into the dream world for a long time, and she had already planned to become a king.