At this moment, the shouts of killing sounded, and a hint of excitement flashed in Ji Wufan's eyes: "It must be the one who saved me."

"Hurry! Fang Hao, help me out."

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

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

Several big men walked up with a little boy with broken arms. The little boy looked at the man in black with a rebellious look on his face, as if he didn't feel afraid of the scene in front of him: "My father is Xuancheng Immortal Lord of Ziyun Palace, and he will not let you go."

"Immortal Xuancheng has so many sons, I guess I have forgotten you a long time ago."

"He's Ji Wufan?"

"We broke both hands before, so it should be this little devil."

"Take him away."

"Kill all the rest."

A series of screams sounded, all the villagers in the village were executed, and the entire village turned into ashes under a fire.

After all this, the people in black flashed their bodies, as if they were lightning-fires and rushed towards the outside.

They came to a secret mountain belly and carried Ji Wufan to a stone platform with all kinds of flowers tied up.

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

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

"As long as we use the blood-transformation and life-transformation technique, we can have such good qualifications."

After a moment, screams rang out from the stone platform, and tentacles pierced directly into the boy's body, pulling out his blood in big mouthfuls.

"Just hold him in one breath, just don't let him die."

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

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

"Why did it come so quickly?"

"Escape! We are no opponents!"

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

...

Zhou Bai frowned, and before he could think about the various information in this memory, another large cloud of clouds flashed with light and shadow, surging over.

...

"So there is such a story?"

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

"Those people are really hateful. They actually kill innocent people in order to extract your bloodlines of heaven and man."

"Fortunately, Senior Brother rescued you."

"Is Fang Hao dead too? He is loyal to the Savior, a pity."

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

A senior brother patted his shoulder and said, "Young Brother Ji, don't be too sad, you don't blame you for this."

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

The young man slowly left with everyone's caring eyes, walked out of the mountain gate, left Ziyun Palace, and finally returned to the ground before a slap of broken walls.

He walked into a basement, looked at the man in the ice coffin in the basement, and said lightly: "Young Master, how are you doing recently?"

"Young Master, I'm about to enter the Tao."

"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 was covered in red, emitting bursts of heat like cooked shrimps.

He fell to his knees and spit out a mouthful of blood at the ground.

After looking at his condition, he thought to himself: ‘The blood conflict is getting worse and worse, it is almost at the limit, and it can last for a year at most.’

Ji Wufan fell to the ground in pain, his whole body twitched, and after more than an hour, he stood up with a pale face and silently cleaned up the ground: "A year is enough, and the past two years have been the happiest day of my life."

Then I saw the soul power spreading out from his body, sweeping away the blood stains on the ground little by little.

Looking at the scene of the effect of the soul power, Ji Wufan showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"As long as I can enter the Tao before I die, I will have no regrets even if I die."

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

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

...

As the scene in front of him disappeared, Zhou Bai let out a sigh of relief. Although there were many shortcomings and inaccuracies in this memory, Zhou Bai could guess a rough guess during the whole process.

"Did Fang Hao replace Ji Wufan? Because everyone who has seen the child Ji Wufan was killed, Fang Hao was tortured to the point of being bloody and unseen. So the Ziyun Palace did not tell the difference? Or is there still some hidden feelings in it that I didn't see?"

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

Zhou Bai suddenly thought again: "If you can learn the blood-transformation method under such circumstances, and then successfully use it, Fang Hao's qualifications are actually very good."

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

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

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

Zhou Bai suddenly realized that this darkness itself was a kind of memory, and someone closed his eyes.

And the pictures just now belong to the other party’s memories.

What he saw was the memory in memory.

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

...

In the picture, a middle-aged man fell to the ground: "Master, have you come out of seclusion?"

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

An old voice sounded out of the picture: "Well, I remembered something."

The next moment, rays of light flew into the picture.

The old voice continued: "For twenty years, I have destroyed vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste, one by one, and finally temporarily closed the soul consciousness, just to fully comprehend the way of heaven and void, and one day I can integrate the inheritance of the three great way veins and unravel the mysteries of the sixty-four hexagrams."

"Tell me a few sect leaders and prepare to start replenishing the deficiency."

...

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

Em on the side shouted excitedly: "There are a lot of effective data this time, and now there is an analysis!"

Accompanied by Em's shouts, silk threads drilled into her body, and all the pictures they saw and heard were constantly input into the Demon's database.

Zhou Bai asked: "Plus with what I saw this time, can I analyze what I saw?"

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

"But there is something that can be confirmed at the moment."

"The place in the memory we see is definitely not on the earth."

...

In Donghua City, Zhou Bai silently reviewed what he saw today in his mind, and guessed in his heart that the era in memory should have been after Qingyunzi, a large number of demonic bloodlines gradually evolved into humans and lived with humans.

"But...isn't it on Earth?"

Zhou Bai looked at the scene that Em analyzed, and various calculations about gravity, sunlight, and astrological signs proved that the place in the picture was not on the earth.

"Is it the so-called alien space?"
Chapter completed!