Vol 8 Chapter 891: Memory of memory

At this moment, the shouting sounded, and Ji Wufan's eyes flashed with inspiration: "It must be the one who saved me."
"Fast! Fang Hao, help me out."
Fang Hao nodded and walked forward, helping Ji Wuwu upset.
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 a broken arm. The little boy looked at the man in black with a grimace, and did not seem to be afraid of the scene in front of him: "My father is Xuancheng from Ziyun Palace Xianzun, he won't let you go. "
"Xuancheng Xianzun has so many sons, I guess you have long forgotten you."
"He is Ji Wubo?"
"Broken our hands before, it should be this little ghost."
"Take him away."
"The rest are killed."
A series of screams sounded, the villagers of the whole village were executed, and the whole village was turned to ashes under a fire.
The people in black finished all this, their bodies flickered, and they flickered out like lightning.
They came to a hidden mountain belly and carried Ji Wuwu to a stone platform.
"First help him stop the blood in the wound."
"Take care, this is the blood of top heaven and earth."
"As long as we change our lives, we can have such a good qualification."
A moment later, the screams rang from the stone platform, and the tentacles penetrated directly into the boy's body, and his blood was drawn out with a big mouth.
"Hold him in a sigh of relief, just don't let him die."
After a day and a night, purple sword lights lit up in the distant sky.
"No, it's a monk at Ziyun Palace!"
"How come so fast?"
"Run away! We are not opponents!"
When several monks at Ziyun Palace came to Shitai, they saw only a flurry of flesh and blood.
...
Zhou Bai frowned, too late to think about the various information in this memory, and a large cloud of fog and light flashed over.
...
"Is there such a story?"
"Master Ji Wufan, you're really hard."
"That group of people is really hateful. It's to draw your blood from heaven and humans and kill innocent people like this."
"Fortunately, my brother rescued you."
"Is that Fang Hao dead? He is a faithful Saviour, but a pity."
Looking at the brothers and sisters in front of him, Ji Wu nodded, "Yeah, it's a pity, so I go back to worship him every year, because he gave me this life."
A brother patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother Ji, don't be too sad, this thing doesn't blame you."
Ji Wuwu nodded and nodded: "Today is the day when I go back to worship, then I leave first."
The young man slowly left in the caring eyes of everyone, walked out of the mountain gate, left the Ziyun Palace, and finally returned to the wall before the ruins.
He walked into a basement all the way, looking at the man in the basement ice coffin, and said lightly, "Master, how are you doing?"
"Master, I'm about to enter the road."
"I can finally see heaven."
While talking to himself, Ji Wuwu took off his clothes and walked towards the ice coffin.
After half an hour, he stumbled out, and there was a flush of red on his body, exuding a burst of heat like a cooked shrimp.
He knelt down on the ground and spit out a large spit of blood towards the ground.
Looking at his condition, he thought to himself: ‘Blood pulses are getting worse and worse, they are reaching their limit, and they can last up to a year. ’
Ji Wufan fell to the ground with some pain, convulsed, and stood up pale for more than an hour, and quietly cleaned the ground: 'One year is enough. The past two years have been the happiest of my life. day. ’
Then he saw Yuan Shenli spread out from him, sweeping away the blood on the ground.
Looking at this scene where Yuan Shenli was acting, Ji Wufan showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"As long as I can enlighten before death, I will die without regrets."
"It's a pity that the heavens are mysterious, but I don't have time to understand them one by one."
After clearing the basement, Ji Wufan went out slowly, leaving only the broken body in the ice coffin, so he lay there silently and silently.
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With the disappearance of the picture in front of him, Zhou Bai exhaled gently. Although there were still many omissions and inaccuracies in this memory, Zhou Bai even guessed and guessed the whole process.
"Did Fang Hao replace Ji Wufan? Because everyone who had seen Ji Wufan was killed, Fang Hao was tortured with flesh and blood and was immature. So Ziyun Palace could not tell the difference? Still there were some I didn't see the secret? "
"I don't know if he took the initiative to impersonate Ji Wuwu, or Ji Wufan asked Fang Hao to impersonate him."
Zhou Bai suddenly thought: "Under such circumstances, he can learn to change his blood and change his life , and after that, he successfully performed. This Fang Hao's qualification is actually very good."
Unfortunately, he didn't see all the memories, but only some of them, so he still had a lot of puzzles.
At this moment, the darkness in front of him gradually began to fade, and with the disappearance of darkness, a cliff gradually appeared in front of Zhou Bai.
He looked at the scene in surprise: "Wait, the darkness I saw at first ... Couldn't ..."
Zhou Bai suddenly understood that this darkness was a kind of memory in itself, and someone closed their eyes.
Those pictures just belong to the other party's memories.
What he sees are memories in memory.
"And this feeling seems to be the perception of Yuanshen, not pure visual hearing."
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In the picture, a middle-aged man kneels to the ground: "Master, are you out of customs?"
Yuan Shenli swept in all directions, and the picture in front of him became clearer and clearer.
An old voice rang out of the picture: "Well, I remember something."
The next moment, a ray of light flew into the picture.
The old voice continued: "In the past 20 years, I have destroyed sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste, and finally even closed the elementary consciousness for the time being, only to fully understand the heaven and the void, one day I can Integrate the heritage of the Three Avenues and unravel the mysteries of the sixty-four hexagrams. "
"Tell a few lords, get ready to start filling up."
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With the picture completely disappearing, Zhou Bai opened his eyes and returned to Tian Mo's laboratory.
Em, aside, shouted excitedly: "There are a lot of valid data this time, and now we have to analyze it!"
Along with Em's shouting, every thread penetrated into her body, and the various pictures and sounds they saw were continuously input into the database of Tianmo.
Zhou Bai asked, "Could you analyze anything with the things you saw this time?"
"Brother, don't worry." Em shook his head. "It does have some results, but it's not 100% certain. Let's find some more valid data and let me refine the model."
"But one thing is certain for now."
"The place we see in memory is definitely not on Earth."
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In Donghua City, Zhou Bai silently reexamined what he saw today, and speculated in his mind that the era in memory should be after Qingyunzi, and a large number of demon bloodlines gradually evolved into humans and lived with them.
"But ... not on Earth?"
Zhou Bai looked at the picture analyzed by Em, and various calculations about gravity, sunlight, and astrology proved that the place in the picture is not on the earth.
"Is it the so-called alien space?"
Zhou Bai remembers that the spiritual people once withdrew from the earth because of the drastic fading of the brain. Now he strongly suspects that the memory they saw was that of someone at that time.