I don't know if it was thunder, or some kind of force, which suddenly made his body motionless like a pillar next to him. 【】

Just looking for the source of the sound just now, I suddenly felt that there was darkness in front of me, especially in my mind, turning into a black hole and a slurry space.

"Where am I, who am I?"

The consciousness of the black hole was churning, impacting Yang Zhen's body and mind.

In such a state, he suddenly didn't know who he was, and his confused consciousness made him unable to remember a little memory.

He didn't even know who he looked like.

Gripping his head with both hands, the more he thought about it, the more painful it became.

"Zizi!"

But!

The strange voice before came to mind even more violently this time.

He was shocked to find that in the chaotic and mushy mind, there was a trace of flames, a trace of flames, right there, as if it was about to be swallowed up by the paste at any time.

It's just that I'm worried that it will disappear soon, and the flame is actually burning more and more in the sea of slurry consciousness, and around the flame, Windless Island and Yunmo Mountain Villa gradually appeared.

"Yunmo Villa... By the way, I, Yang Zhen, are married here, my mother is here, my stepfather is here, and Yu'er is also here!"

Appearing in those pictures of the flames, he immediately revealed a surprise from his shock.

"By the way, my wife is in labor, I don't know how she is, I don't know if the child was born smoothly?"

I'll have to go over and take a look!

A potential force seemed to tug at his heart, making him rush over in a hurry to see the situation of Shangguan Yu.

But!

The flame of the pasty consciousness, the surrounding picture of Yunmo Villa, suddenly became blurred.

Around the flames, some more images appeared.

Gradually, there is a mountain, and there is a small town at the bottom of the mountain.

There are many families in the town, and some teenagers and girls can be seen exercising in the morning.

The picture suddenly came to the Xiuzhen Dojo with many disciples, as if someone was calling him 'Senior Brother' and 'Senior Brother'.

"Who am I?"

These strange images flickered one after another, and they were very real, as if he felt that he had grown up in that town and practiced in that ashram.

"Yu'er is... Our children... Yu'er, Wanzhen..."

Looking at those pictures, he suddenly didn't know who he really was.

But some more pictures appeared, and he saw Yunmo Villa again, and saw Yun Motian, Yang Jing, Shangguan Yu, the old housekeeper and those maids!

There are also many scenes of flirting with Shangguan Yu and playing in the mountains and rivers.

Unfortunately, the images were blurry again, changing back and forth between the memories of different images, and he was not sure who he was at all.

The flames were shining a little brighter.

In the surrounding picture, Wang Yang suddenly appeared, Haotian Continent appeared, and some caravans and some monks appeared.

"It's familiar, it's familiar... It's as if I've been through this, it's as if I've had a lifetime, I've been a monk, I've traveled across the oceans, I've been on adventures in many places!"

Staring at these pictures, Yang Zhen's memories seemed to have been sealed for countless years, and the door of memory was suddenly opened.

Gradually!

He still didn't know who he was, but as the flames began to burn, more images appeared, including a large white turtle and a small mink.

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There is a fat man in the picture, who often follows him, talking and laughing around him, and dancing with a stick, and from time to time beating monsters to run for their lives.

There are also some familiar people, always around him, smiling at him affectionately, and as he keeps going to many deep seas, continents, and islands.

Just when these pictures appeared, suddenly there was the appearance of Yunmo Villa and Nameless Island.

"Yu'er, mother-in-law, father-in-law... And my kids!"

"Yes, that's my child, Yu'er is my wife, I'm a husband, I have to go and see what happened to Yu'er!"

Struggling, he was crazy, thinking that Shangguan Yu was in labor, and he didn't know the situation.

He staggered step by step, came to the other end of the corridor, and vaguely saw the compound, there were many people running back and forth, and more people were waiting outside the gate with the old housekeeper and stepfather Yun Motian.

"Father-in-law!!

Yang really wanted to exert himself, shouted to the clouds, and wanted to take a step.

But at this moment, there were only countless pasty-like oceans of consciousness in my mind, and around that flame, the picture of Yunmo Villa disappeared again.

So it was the previous pictures again, and the pictures really let him see that he had killed countless strong people, devoured the corpses of countless strong people, and even devoured the monks alive.

For some reason, seeing these strange pictures, he had a hearty and happy feeling, as if these pictures made him feel that he was still alive.

Instead....

There is no memory of Yunmo Villa.

"Who am I? Who am I? I am Yu'er's husband, my mother's child, my father's son, and the young master of Yunmo Villa!"

"The person who killed, the person who had countless people around him, wasn't me, who was he? He wasn't me, why did I feel like myself?"

In his mushy consciousness, Yang Zhen was still tangled and painfully looking for answers.

The flame!

It's like when you feel like your brain is about to burst, the flames are more vigorous, and at this time, the flames burn into a humanoid state.

But Yang Zhen vaguely looked at the courtyard in front of him, watching so many people running back and forth, he was even more worried about Shangguan Yu.

And an inexplicable force from somewhere, as if he was standing still.

"Flames..."

Gradually, Yang Zhen suddenly felt the depression in his body, and gradually disappeared as the flames continued to burn.

My body has also recovered and felt better.

"The figures in the flames, a lot of ancient texts are burning, and the ancient texts are burning?"

He looked at the slush, the flames that were no more than the size of a palm.

Huo Miao is a person, a person sitting cross-legged, although he can't see his face clearly, but he seems to be wearing an ancient Taoist robe.

However, it was this ancient Taoist robe that burned some Taoist flames and made a sizzling sound.

Yang Zhen seemed to calm down and looked at the flames: "It turns out that the movement I heard before was the sound of this ancient text burning... What is this? Why do you think this flame, these ancient texts, this figure is so real?"

"Ahh

Another woman was heard, screaming and moaning.

"Yu'er, it's Yu'er, my wife!!"

He hurriedly shook his head and looked ahead.

For some reason, the corridor I saw was a little ethereal, and the compound I saw was also a little unreal.

Even the people I saw were going back and forth, like afterimages flickering.

He also looked at his father-in-law Yun Motian, and he was like an afterimage, floating there, and the old butler, and the six maidservants who served him in the bath, all became a kind of afterimage.

"Zizizi!"

The sea of consciousness, the center of the churning of the paste.

The flames burned more and more around the figures.

Yang Zhen's eyes went dark, and everything disappeared.

He could only see the sea of slurry consciousness, and he could see that the flames were much bigger than before.

How many ancient texts poured out and floated around the flames, all of them were burning and circling.

The figure of the flame also became more and more real, and when the flame became more and more intense, Yang Zhen saw incredibly that the ancient text incinerated the surrounding paste and burned it.

The paste is disappearing!

Soon, he was shocked again, because in the paste layer, he vaguely saw some seals, and the seals should be the primordial seal.

"Why is there a primordial god seal in my mind?"

Yang Zhen doesn't understand, and he can't figure it out, is there a seal in his mind that doesn't belong to him?

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