The three thoughts were released almost simultaneously. This was the idea of He Yiming and the others, and after feeling a certain power from the night, they all made the fastest response.

In the next moment, these three thoughts were already in contact with the power that permeated the night.

There are no brilliant sparks, no wonderful collisions, everything is so bland, not even a trace of waves splashed.

A strange, huge force had already encompassed their three thoughts in an instant.

At this moment, He Yiming actually felt a warm and lazy feeling from the bottom of his heart.

His mind seemed to be fogged by the force, and his brow furrowed slightly, as if he was considering what was going on.

There is no malice in this force, it is a peaceful, but vast force as the sea. When he comes into contact with this power and resonates with it, his mind will be involuntarily assimilated by this power.

Countless broken pictures flooded my mind, and the past experiences began to replay at this moment.

However, these memories are incomplete, and the pictures that appear in his mind are some warm, relaxing and beautiful memories.

When these memories flood one's mind, it can bring a sense of boundless happiness.

The frowning brow slowly stretched, and He Yiming's mind and mind were finally affected by these memories. And gradually relaxed.

In this beautiful environment, he actually had a feeling of laziness that he wanted to indulge in it forever and no longer have to practice martial arts.

In the dark night, between He Yiming and the two divine beasts, there was a sudden increase in a little green light.

It seemed to be a phosphor fire that floated gently between the three of them, illuminating their heads and faces with the faint light.

The light was so strange that there was no light left except for their heads and faces.

It is as if these lights are intelligent, shining in a particular place.

Not only did He Yiming's face show that happy, careless expression, but even the faces of the treasure pig and the white horse thunderbolt also had the same expression.

They are like unborn babies, lying in their mother's amniotic fluid.

This phosphorescent light is the soul power condensed by the souls of the divine beasts that have died naturally in the past generations.

For generations, only the souls of divine beasts that died peacefully and peacefully could be qualified to enter the Beast God Temple.

Once the souls of these divine beasts without resentment are condensed and formed, they will give up their memories and instead preserve their soul power in some special way.

In this soul force, there is no danger, no conflict, and all that is possessed is complete peace.

For humans and spirit beasts who practice martial arts and constantly become stronger in battles, this kind of calm is an extremely rare, almost impossible feeling.

No matter how powerful a cultivator was, no matter how tenacious their inner cultivation was, no matter how much they suppressed and weakened it, they couldn't completely eliminate this feeling of calm.

So. When they suddenly enter this tranquil environment, their own resistance will be weakened to the extreme, and their inner desire will be aroused, and they will completely indulge in it.

Of course, in order for a Shinto powerhouse to be tempted by this feeling, it is necessary to possess a strong spiritual power that far exceeds that of himself.

And this phosphorus fire, which condensed the souls of more than twenty divine beasts, undoubtedly had overwhelming power.

In front of this force, He Yiming, Bao Zhu and White Horse Thunderbolt were easily attracted, and they quickly fell into that comfortable feeling of not wanting to leave.

In a trance, He Yiming faintly sensed that in his calm and tranquil world, there seemed to be two other voices, which were two quite familiar sounds, and the familiar ones were almost indistinguishable from his own voice.

It's just that now He Yiming's memory is no longer complete, he only faintly feels the existence of these two voices, but he has never been able to remember their origins.

He Yiming's eyebrows slowly began to beat, and the calm and serene world had been broken by these two voices. He desperately remembered, trying to find the source of these two voices from those broken and tender memories.

Countless fragmented pictures boiled, tumbled, and combined in his mind.

The beating of his brow grew stronger.

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The pig's body began to tremble slightly. In this vast beast god temple that could allow any divine beast to enter, the body of the treasure pig was as small as an ant.

Its memory goes back to its childhood, when it lived under the protection of its mother, whether it was the totem clan or the main peak of Tianchi, it was a place for it to play happily.

In its memory at this moment, its mother has not left, but will always be by its side.

It is completely indulged in this beautiful memory, and enjoys the love from its mother with all its heart. At that time, it was the happiest......

Yet, in the midst of this joy, it seemed to hear two different voices.

These two voices did not seem to sound from the ears, but slowly released from its heart.

What is this?

Faintly, the little treasure pig felt that these two voices were quite important to it, and it tilted its little head sideways, recalling seriously. But in its memories, there doesn't seem to be either of these voices. Gradually, the little one began to get confused......

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Raiden's body stood straight like a javelin.

Its body is elegant and full of beauty, after countless tempering, although the size of the white horse is far inferior to other huge beasts, but in its small **, the power it has is not inferior.

At this time, the muscles on its body trembled slightly, and in its mind, two illusory figures surrounded it, and even it was not sure whether this was real or not.

From the day it had memories. It's just lonely living on a lonely island.

On that island, there was plenty of food, but there weren't many large beasts. So it grows peacefully.

It has no real memories of its parents, only a little impression that has been passed down in its blood. It had no idea why it had been abandoned, or the whereabouts of its parents.

All the power in it was discovered by itself.

For its part, it has never really enjoyed the pampering of its parents, and from the moment it was young, barely able to stand up, it was fighting for its own survival.

And at this moment, it seemed to see its parents dimly, the pair of white horses with the same appearance and talent as it.

Just as it slowly closed its eyes, to completely indulge in this warmth.

Two loud voices suddenly sounded from its heart.

Its eyelids trembled slightly, and its heart struggled. It didn't want to leave a world that was almost a dream for it, even though it knew that it was really just a fiction from its memories.

It's just that the two voices in my heart became stronger and stronger, and even became anxious.

It let out a long exhale, a white breath that seemed to be substantial.

The illusory beauty of the image shattered and vanished.

At this moment, it abandons the illusion of beauty and warmth, and chooses the cold reality.

Its large, beautiful eyes finally opened. In the darkness, with only extremely faint phosphorescence, it looked left and right for a moment.

Its two companions, both sitting calmly, had an expression called happiness rippling from their faces.

As if hesitating, Hakuba's eyes reasserted.

Greeted by the small phosphorescent light that illuminated its head and face, it opened its mouth and let out a long hissing sound that rang out from its soul......

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A voice rang out in his ears and slowly deepened.

Gradually, in He Yiming's whole world, there was left. That's the voice.

In this calm, He Yiming remembered......

It was the voice of thunder and lightning, its haughty, confident, unyielding voice.

All the fragments of memory were gone at this moment, and they were completely shattered by this force. Whether it was those tender memories, or those things he was trying to recall, they all disappeared in this moment.

In his mind, it was pitch black, because everything had returned to chaos.

Within his dantian, the power of light and darkness rushed against him, pouring into his mind along the meridians.

His consciousness spread out, echoing the chaotic power in the dantian.

The two different powers of light and darkness are constantly fused and sublimated, and He Yiming's spiritual power is growing endlessly in an indescribable way.

"Smack......

In his mind, something seemed to be broken, and the power that imprisoned him completely disappeared.

The power of his mind seemed to have absorbed all the energy of the combination of light and darkness, and it became magnificent and massive, like the sea, endless.

He Yiming opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes was a dim glow.

He saw a faint phosphorescent light floating in front of him, and this light seemed to shine directly into his heart, giving him a sense of relief from enlightenment.

He turned his head and immediately saw the big beautiful eyes of the white horse thunderbolt. In these eyes, there is worry, joy, and unwavering strong confidence.

He Yiming cracked his mouth, and a hearty laugh came out of his mouth.

"Wake up, little one. ”