Chapter 432 He Wants to Know His Forgotten Memory
Zhu Chuideng was dumbfounded, watching his uncle and two guests walk out the door to have a fight, which was simply outrageous.
Zhu Chuideng was powerless to stop it.
Because what my uncle did was very much like a jealous husband who found out that his wife was involved with an old lover from her hometown. He pushed and hit his wife, and had an argument with her two lovers, which eventually escalated into a passionate fight.
Zhu Chuideng looked at Ye Xiaoman, who remained silent, and he began to wonder if the interaction between Ye Xiaoman and the two guests was a little too intimate...
Ye Xiaoman didn't bother to care at all. Jing Zhui was in such a weak state that he couldn't kill anyone.
Just don't hit her.
Jing Zhui took the lead, followed closely by Jiaying and Yue Mushan, and the three of them came to the small woods behind the mountain of Chepan Village.
After the mountain was confirmed to be the habitat of monsters, the people in the mountains no longer went into the mountains, which naturally created an excellent fighting place for the three people.
As soon as Yue Mushan landed, he began to survey the terrain as a formation master. Holding a handful of formation stones in his hand, he arranged a temporary attack formation based on the five elements.
Jiaying and Jing Zhui took action first.
Jing Zhui said: "Let me see your memory."
After he finished speaking, he flashed and pointed a finger at Jiaying's forehead. His moves were strange. He actually imitated the specialties of the ghost clan and destroyed the enemy with mental damage.
This is the terrifying thing about the top five spiritual roots. The gold spiritual roots are good at swords, the fire spiritual roots are good at weapons, and the wood spiritual roots are good at alchemy. As the heavens move forward, cultivators have their own strengths according to their innate talents, and the five spiritual roots are good at everything and can play all roles.
Since Jing Zhui is in the ghost world, he can imitate the expertise of the ghost clan.
Jing Zhui's fingers were close at hand, but were firmly blocked by Jiaying's protective golden light and stopped moving forward.
Jiaying had a cold expression, his snow-white monk's robe fluttering in the wind. He held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and had long wanted to teach Jing Zhui how to dress properly.
Jing Zhui's ghostly words came from behind the mask, and his gorgeous voice told Jiaying word by word, "I saw it."
Jiaying was slightly startled, and Jing Zhui copied his natural talent of saying what he meant.
Jiaying had no time to counter Jing Zhui's spell. In an instant, snow fell before his eyes. Snowflakes fell at a terrifying speed of trillions in the blink of an eye, quickly filling Jiaying's retina.
In just a moment, Jiaying's sight was usurped, and Jing Zhui's thoughts crawled into his brain along his optic nerves.
"interesting."
Jing Zhui examined Jiaying's memories with great interest.
He stood in a dark corridor, with countless large houses with carved railings on both sides. Light shone through the houses, and Jiaying's memories filled each room.
He did not immediately set a fire to burn the place, but instead pushed open the door of the most beautiful room and walked in. There was a blood-red seal with "No Trespassing" on the door, which he tore off.
The feeling of brazenly invading someone else's sea of consciousness is truly wonderful, and it suits the demons' bad taste.
He wanted to see what dirty secrets the man who had sealed his heart for more than twenty years, the Son of God who was known as the most glorious saint in the six realms, had.
——Indeed, Jiaying’s worst side has been reflected in his appearance. He has degenerated into a snake.
After Jing Zhui saw the scene in the room clearly, he narrowed his eyes even more happily.
"How strange."
Scenes of memories are suspended in the air, without sound or color, they are blank.
Each memory is surrounded by a golden spell, like a ring around a planet, prohibiting the memory from being read.
Jing Zhui stretched out his palm and struck from a distance with all his strength.
The spell seals were cracked by his shock, but they still stubbornly bound the memories, not revealing a single bit of the content.
Jing Zhui looked at his hand and muttered to himself, "Huh, it's actually the forbidden technique of Yongning Temple."
There are very few spells in the world that can stop him, so he had to admit that he was temporarily defeated.
A white shadow flashed beside him.
Jiaying appeared and drove Jing Zhui out of his sea of consciousness with a palm.
Jing Zhui's body gradually became transparent. "Holy Son, what shameful secret do you have?"
Jiaying looked around, confused.
This is a hidden area. If Jing Zhui had not broken in, even he himself would not have known that this area was hidden in his sea of consciousness.
The furnishings in the house are brilliant, the light is warm, and the air is filled with the sweet smell of honey. People only need to stand there, without doing anything, to feel wrapped in happiness, their scars are healed, their misfortunes are forgotten, the future is promising, and they will be happy for the rest of their lives.
This was clearly the best memory of his life, so why did he only feel a blank?
Jiaying was confused and instinctively in pain. He seemed to have forgotten an extremely beautiful memory in his life.
He stretched out his hand and touched the memory spell on the memory. Suddenly, he concentrated all the power of his soul and struck the seal above over and over again.
He wanted to know what he had forgotten.
Jiaying sat on the fallen leaves, closed his eyes and meditated, his expression painful, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
Yue Mushan and Jing Zhui were fighting.
Jing Zhui raised his foot and kicked Yue Mushan hard in the abdomen. Yue Mushan groaned and flew backwards, piercing through the crowns of several large trees.
Jing Zhui attacked without mercy. His kick caused the ground to crack. The entire top of a nearby mountain was cut off by his force. The mountain cracked and mud and rocks rolled down to the bottom of the mountain with a loud roar.
The power was so terrifying, but it was completely poured into Yue Mushan just now.
If it were someone else, his body and soul would have been reduced to ashes by him long ago.
Yue Mushan's skin, which was kicked, only turned slightly red. He climbed up from the bushes as if nothing had happened, patted the grass leaves on his fluffy tail, and ran towards Jing Zhui again.
The little kitten has two faces, which are completely different from the weak and painful look he always shows in front of Ye Xiaoman.
Jing Zhui affirmed Yue Mushan's talent: "Bones of steel and iron, indestructible, is this the top-level demon bone?"
Yue Mushan roared, fully feeling Jing Zhui's murderous aura.
Fighting against the strong is precious to him, just like scrap iron needs to be tempered hundreds of times before it can become steel. Repeated blows are tempering his muscles and bones.
The unique process of growth for the demon race is not pleasant. Yue Mushan used to be happy to be a rich and idle person and had been avoiding this kind of training, but for Ye Xiaoman, his mentality has changed completely.
Amu, work hard to become stronger!
Within the young man's soft body, he was only one step away from unlocking the bloodline boundaries of the demon god.
Jing Zhui admired every warrior. He grabbed Yue Mushan's fist and threw him out again. "Great demon, which demon god does your bloodline come from?"
Yue Mushan crashed into a big tree and his ears were ringing, so he mistakenly heard "What is the source of your power?"
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Love, because of love."
Jing Zhui: “…”
It's so corny, I'd rather beat him to death.
…
The three men fought until it was dark and chaotic.
Only the diligent Ye Xiaoman still remembered to complete the task.
She counted on her fingers and realized that Zhu Chuideng’s memory was almost coming to an end.
"That thing" that will cause the death of the entire Chepan Village is about to happen.
She doesn't have much time left.
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