Such a humble memory, such a small memory.

At this moment, what Hong Yi felt was a supreme hatred that permeated everything, hating his weakness, hating his helplessness, hating himself for being a poor worm who had to be protected by his parents to survive, and this hatred hated those strong people even more, not that they themselves would not have been ruined at all, but also hated the world, hated why the world made them suffer so much, and this hatred was the original intention and source of power that promoted the teenager to grow up step by step.

Feel this hatred, because this is the first driving force for the birth of the strong, accept this hatred to your heart's content, accept this feeling, you can truly have everything about the strong! ’

The whisper of the god of the sword echoed in Hong Yi's ears, and then the illusion couldn't help but be deliberately transformed, and in the step by step of these martial arts powerhouses becoming stronger, in addition to the glorious years, there were also many painful experiences.

In the world, there are always some regrets that are irreparable, especially the experience of these martial arts powerhouses being suppressed, and the resentment and grief that cannot be washed away by the water of all corners of the world, and these, with the whisper of the god of the sword, are repeated through the illusion, and are injected into Hong Yi's thoughts little by little.

In the reality of the outside world, the Dark Emperor Dao people and other martial arts powerhouses are still playing and fighting, but unconsciously, their eyes will more or less sweep over Hong Yi, who is faint and unconscious, and everyone can clearly see that Hong Yi's body is recovering rapidly, and his bones, flesh and skin are quickly restored to the appearance of the world.

But this is not the end, Hong Yi's originally maverick aura began to become turbid, and the breath of Fu Gu, dwarfs and others appeared on Hong Yi one by one, this is not a change in strength, but also a change in temperament.

Everyone is unique, and temperament is naturally unique, like Hong Yi's current situation, generally speaking, it will only appear in crazy people.

For these martial arts powerhouses, it is a happy thing for Hong Yi to stab them with a sword and become a madman, and for the Dark Emperor Daoist, Hong Yi's transformation naturally can't hide from him, but he doesn't dare to confirm whether this is Lin Xin's calculation again, so he can only remain silent for the time being.

"I'm bloodless!"

"No, I'm Hong Yi!"

"My head hurts, who am I, am I bloodless or Hong Yi, am I called Fugu."

Hate hate hate! The chaos in Hong Yi's mind was quickly overshadowed by hatred, on the one hand, because of the influence given by the memories of many strong people, and on the other hand, it also came from the resentment that Hong Yi had in his heart.

Da Qianguo pays attention to three obedience and four virtues, his mother Taishang Dao saint Meng Bingyun married Hong Xuanji, and even the sect's non-transmission of exercises was given to Hong Xuanji, what is wrong? Hong Xuanji, as a husband, killed a concubine, what's wrong? Since it's all right, then the pain of the mother's death in the end, so forget it?

Family grievances, don't ask about right and wrong and right and wrong, even if Hong Yi killed Hong Xuanji with a sword, what's the point? It will only make Hongfu not tolerated, Daqian intolerable, and the world intolerable, and he Hongyi, does he want to stand on the opposite side of the world for his own selfishness?

If you really want to do such a thing, I am afraid that under Jiuquan, my mother, who loves my father, will also die without turning a blind eye, so many things constitute a tangle that Hong Yi can't choose at all.

Don't take revenge, be ashamed of your mother's kindness, take revenge, and be ashamed of your mother's lifelong love! is so entangled, Hong Yi has already secretly had demons in his heart, and countless midnight dreams have made him feel heavy and difficult to breathe, and this is the source of his hatred.

'Hate, immerse yourself in hatred, merge with the memories of those who are strong!' Only the strong will not hesitate because of a little entanglement, happiness and enmity are the true colors of the strong, merge, either the strong make you, or those strong are reborn in you. '

The whispers of the god in the sword lingered all the time, he seemed to have insight into Hong Yi's inner entanglement at this moment, and gave timely guidance, he was also very curious about whether Hong Yi mastered the power of many strong people in the end, or was he taken away by the memories of many strong people?

Of course, although he has a hidden purpose, his guidance is not untargeted, because most of those martial arts powerhouses are such happy characters.

Others are slightly disrespectful to themselves, they directly bombard things, others punch themselves, and when they turn around, they will cut other people's whole families, what they want, they have to snatch it back, they have to kill and kill as decisively as they are, immersed in the memory retrospection of the martial arts powerhouses, Hong Yi integrates the style of these strong people.

Gradually, Hong Yi felt that his previous self was so ridiculous, why worry so much, his father Hong Xuanji killed his mother, wouldn't it be okay to kill him back, just ask for the idea to be clear, why take care of the overall situation, I also went to his grave to worship a few times, which is considered to have fulfilled my responsibility as a son.

Hong Yi was immersed in the whispering inducement of the god of the sword, and at the same time, he was also immersed in the life and past of many martial arts powerhouses from the first perspective, and every time he experienced it, his memory was chaotic, but at this moment, Hong Yi suddenly felt a suction force coming, directly pulling his consciousness to an inexplicable place.

"Hey, my devotee, it's been a long time, have you been having fun in these illusions lately?"

This is a starry sky with no end in sight, the stars are bright, countless meteors are twinkling, and dazzling supernovas are bursting with extreme light in the depths of the starry sky, and in this starry sky, Lin Xin, who has three thousand green silks hanging down from his waist, sits solemnly and greets Hong Yi leisurely.