Three hundred years ago—

At that time, he had not yet become the Ming King of Junzhali, but was just a famous general in the heavenly court.

That day, he carried a bag and climbed to Guanghan Palace. He placed the bag next to the moon gate, with his back to the beautiful fairy Chang'e, and sat there quietly, without daring to look at her: "This is his fire-tip gun. Although it is broken, it still brings it to you... I know you hate us, but we have no choice."

"He was crazy. At that time, he was really crazy. There were blood everywhere. We were injured by him, many people, many!" He said, "But later, I found that no one died. He was killed by him and was covered with blood everywhere, but in the end they all lived well. What's going on? And what about Samadhi True Fire? Where did his Samadhi True Fire go?"

He said: "We can't get into his cave, so there is a samadhi true fire blocking it! Of course, if you have to get in, it is not impossible. The first layer of samadhi true fire wants to block us? You underestimate us too much, right? But... no one wants to get in."

Silence for a while: "This time... I can't figure out the matter at all, but this is the case in Heaven. We, the people below, can't figure out many things. We only know that this time's matter has a lot to do with the devil... In fact, it's better not to figure out, but why do you know so much? Look at him..."

"It's very unhappy... it's really unhappy! Since you're rushing towards us like crazy, then fight quickly. Aren't you a demon? You've become a demon, so what do you care about? How many people do you want to kill, then kill as many people. Anyway, we generals are killing people and being killed. He kills us, we kill him... what's the end of this? I really want to catch him... and beat him up..."

"His soul is gone, his body and spirit are destroyed... He has been destroyed! Actually, we don't understand, why don't you surrender? What can you do if you enter the demon? Among the evil spirits and evil spirits in the heavens, there were monsters and monsters in the past. If there were too many, he was not missing, so why did you have to die? I don't understand! There should be some reason to die... Anyway, we don't understand..."

"Forget it, I won't say it anymore!" He stood up, "By the way, someone asked me to tell you that his affairs... don't worry about it anymore. No one will care about it anymore. Although I don't understand, I still... forget it. If you go crazy like him... we will be very difficult..."

He walked out with big strides. After that... he never entered Guanghan Palace again...

***

King Junzhali Ming sat there quietly, allowing the explosion of the Tongtian rank to explode out of crazy twisted flames behind him.

Long'er, do you know? I told you not to care about that matter anymore, but I was unable to persuade myself.

It was just because I was unwilling to accept that I could not bear the death of my friend and didn't want to see your loneliness, so I secretly investigated the matter in secret.

After spending a lot of time, I finally found out why he had to die.

Because that is a secret that should not be known.

It turns out that the person who knows that secret really has to die.

I, who was supposed to die, did not have the courage to die, so I became what I am now.

After all...I'm just a coward!

Under his feet, blood bubbles began to pop out, and all kinds of weird laughter were circling around him: "Jinzha, she has gone!" "We promised you to let her go, what did you promise us?" "Jinzha. We let you live because you are more useful to us in this way, but this time you really disappointed us!"...

"I promised you...you can take it!" King Junzhali Ming sat there, continuing to recall the past.

The blood bubbles grew more and more, like the sea, submerged him. The last will and self were constantly torn and swallowed in the strong wind and rain of infinite resentment, and even the last little memory turned into nothingness.

From then on, there was no "Li Jinzha" in the world...

***

In the Immortal Realm, in the Wheel-Turning Hall.

The boy sat cross-legged on the couch, outside the couch, a girl with disabled legs sitting in a wheelchair.

Luo Ling waved her ten fingers in a row, and hundreds of "little hers" like thin needles flew into the boy's body, constantly dissolving his flesh and blood, turning his body into vitality.

The boy felt the connection between the depths of his soul and the "child" totem in chaos. With the help of both, with the help of the real dragon and the last trace of mysterious power, he entered the Chaos totem.

Fortunately for him, he found his missing sword soul in this Chaos Totem.

In this chaotic totem, there are still some mysterious and peaceful airflows that can suppress the negative effects of the power of the true dragon. This airflow seems to flow into this chaotic totem from everything he does not know, faintly and slowly, and is stored here.

With his own will, he stored most of the power of the true dragon in this Chaos Totem. Then, he combined his vitality with the sword soul that fused with the Zhuangpo Sword and separated from the Chaos Totem.

——"In a certain way, 'human' itself is a mold, which is like culturing and cloning your cells. No matter which cell it is, you will be like this after cloning into a human, because, from the moment you are born in the mother's fetus... or from the moment the embryo begins to appear, this 'mold' has become a shape."

——"What you are now is equivalent to breaking a piece of cake and putting it into a biscuit mold, and it becomes a biscuit. But as long as you re-energize it, every cell of yours will remember what you were like as "Sun Yan". As long as you rely on your own feelings and with the help of the power of "mediating fortune", you should be able to turn back to your original you."

Recalling these words Luo Ling said, he was looking for the feeling of his own existence as much as possible. In everyone's body, even if it was just a small cell, there was a complete memory related to him, calling it "gene" or "model", in short, it was there.

With the little power of the real dragon brought out and the power of "mediating fortune" contained in it, he began to reorganize his own cells that have been transformed into energy. Everything is just like Luo Ling, "Sun Yan's mold", which has long been engraved in every cell of his cell. With this self-affirmation, he slowly changed back to his original appearance.

It's like cloning a person's cells, and the clone looks like when he grows up, it's no different from him.

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