"Why, there are some memory fragments of Hong Xi in my sea of ​​consciousness? It just appears when I am about to completely control myself and be promoted to Xuanjun..."

"Yes, when using the Eight Scenery of Xuantian to run Zhenxuan Tower and absorb their life essence, some of their memory fragments were also absorbed under the influence of resentment. This should also explain why at some point I had the idea of ​​killing that I could not control... they were all influenced by the resentful thoughts that I had absorbed the essence of life."

Xu Yang experienced Hong Xi's memory fragments, and he found that there was no obvious harm in experiencing this memory fragment.

In the next memory clip, Hong Xi grew taller. He wore Xuantu's costume from Huoyun Taoist Temple, refining his energy every day to prepare for the future cultivation of Xuan. His father was in Huoyun Taoist Temple, and he was a lowly living target. He wore wooden armor and held a willow branch shield, and was beaten and attacked by Xuantu from Taoist Temple every day.

"Hong Xi, go to the martial arts venue quickly, your father is almost out of reach!"

A voice came, and then Hong Xi quickly ran to the martial arts field, and fell twice on the way, in a mess.

Outside the martial arts field, a roll of spread reed mats lay a dying man on it. He was covered in scars, and a set of wooden armor made of willow branches was stripped off the side, stained with thrilling blood.

"Father!" From Hong Xi, who was possessed by Xu Yang, he called out this familiar and unfamiliar title.

There was still a trace of blood in Hong's mouth, and he was choking and coughing. His eyes were originally unsightly, but the moment he saw Hong Xi, a miraculous light suddenly burst out.

"Xi'er...hehe, my father is useless..." Hong's father's blood-stained hand held Hong Xi's little hand.

"Father, you're fine. You'll definitely not be fine!" Hong Xi shouted, looking around in a hurry, "Where are you here, come quickly! Go and invite the pharmacist..."

"Little brat, what are you shouting about?" Two or three young Xuanzuns on the side walked over casually. One of them said, "This living target should be the one who can handle the most among this group of people, right? Unfortunately, in front of Senior Brother Fan, there are still native chickens and tile dogs, which are vulnerable! Hahahaha!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Fan is already at the peak of Xuantu. He may condense the Xuanwheel at any time and enter the Xuanshi level. No matter how hard this living target can be withstood, he can't afford it!"

Hong Xi looked over with hatred eyes. The senior brother Fan, who was surrounded by two people, was very tall and had bright eyes.

"Stop it," Senior Brother Fan said dissatisfiedly, "I took action with a proper measure. I only used 50% of my strength and would not kill anyone. It was just that this living target had a secret disease. But he insisted on playing for training. I didn't know. So I killed him in a casual manner."

Senior Brother Fan squatted down and looked at Hong Xi's father: "What are your last wishes? Tell me out. I will try my best to help you complete them."

Hong's father's eyes gradually began to dissipate. His blood-stained hand held Hong Xi's little hand hard and raised it in front of Senior Brother Fan.

"I understand." Senior Brother Fan said, "My family is worthy of money, and it is not a big deal to bear a student in Huoyun Taoist Temple. I will take good care of your son."

Only then did Father Hong closed his eyes with peace of mind.

"Senior Brother Fan, why do you have such a kind heart? These living targets have signed a life-and-death certificate with our temple. If they are beaten to death, then they will blame them for their bad luck and they don't have to bear any responsibility."

Senior Brother Fan sighed: "Although he has a secret disease, it was my fault that caused his death." Standing up, Senior Brother Fan extended his hand to Hong Xi: "You can follow me in the future, and I will bury your father well."

Hong Xi lowered his head and handed his hand slowly.

The memories that followed flashed like a stream of light, and Xu Yang watched all this with a blink of an eye.

Hong Xi did not show any hatred for Senior Brother Fan. Judging from his daily performance, he treated Senior Brother Fan as a relative. Senior Brother Fan felt guilty about Hong Xi. He also satisfied Hong Xi's cultivation needs as much as possible, and even dragged down his progress.

The next memory fragment, Xu Yang changed from a bystander to a personal experience. He has summarized the rules. Xu Yang experienced all the memory fragments that Hong Xi had unforgettable. Those memories of ordinary life were swept away from the perspective of the bystander.

Hong Xi has grown up and he has been promoted to the level of Xuanshi. This is his first time leading the team to practice roads.

Senior Brother Fan was worried and walked with Hong Xi. Two Xuanshi led a group of young men through the Giant Python Mountains.

Hong Xi carefully designed a trap to kill the unsuspecting Senior Brother Fan on the spot.

Standing next to Senior Brother Fan's body, Hong Xi burst into tears, not knowing whether it was for the revenge of his father or for anything else.

After revenge, Hong Xi was not happy at all, even more gloomy and thoughtful. He began to have nightmares, which led to insomnia. In the next twenty years, Hong Xi's cultivation level has been extremely slow.

Finally, Xu Yang experienced the scene before Hong Xi died.

The young man who was just Xuantu, who was fighting for his life with his ruthlessness, completely shocked Hong Xi. In the end, Hong Xi was killed by the young man across the ranks and buried his bones in the Giant Python Mountains.

"This is Hong Xi's life... It's such a sad life." Xu Yang thought silently.

"I... it's Xu Yang, not Hong Xi." Xu Yang was thinking like this, and suddenly, figures walked into Xu Yang's soul crystal one after another.

Countless memory fragments turned into endless pictures and came one after another. Xu Yang's mind was incarnated. He was still experiencing the memory fragment of the deceased the moment before, but was dragged into the memory fragment of the deceased the moment after.

Moreover, every memory segment that forced Xu Yang to experience is the extremely unforgettable memory of the deceased, with a very powerful shocking power.

"Not good!" Before the chaotic and complicated memory clips, Xu Yang's mind finally lost. His mind began to be confused, unable to tell whether he was Xu Yang or the memory of the dead who had been absorbed by Xu Yang in his life.

Xu Yang's soul crystal had disappeared, and was replaced by layers of blood-red light. A series of faint figures rushed towards the soul crystal one after another. They were unforgettable memory fragments, forcing Xu Yang to experience and experience it.

A low voice roared in Xu Yang's heart, with a strong sense of bewitching power: "Fallen, sink... Enjoy the feeling of killing. Only by constantly killing people can you get pleasure..."

Xu Yang suddenly opened his eyes, and two thick red blood lights shot out. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!