Chapter 164 Who am I--

The fog is thin, and the picture of memory is like a long river. During the rotation, Su Ming's familiar memory flashes in front of him.

The memory at this time will be the most precious, because the picture of this memory blooms between life and death, and is brilliant between being taken away and taken away.

Su Ming's consciousness was in a trance, but he still looked ahead. He wanted to know what part of his lost memory contained...

Handankong is also looking at Su Ming's memory. While devouring Su Ming's consciousness, he will refine Su Ming's body into a split that belongs to him.

In the picture of that memory, Su Ming saw a repeated scene, which was from where he stepped in here until the years were reflected. Back to four years ago, when the thunder of heaven and earth roared on that rainy night, a huge crack appeared. This crack changed the color of heaven and earth, made the thunder stop, and let the rain stand still.

"Here it is!" Su Ming's consciousness trembled, and He Feng's ability could only be maintained to let him see this, so he could not bear the terrible power of absorption from the stones in Su Ming's body, so he had to give up.

But now it has been changed to Handankong, which is countless times more powerful than the breeze. Su Ming expects to see the difference!

"Wow! What's in your spiritual body!! What is this!!" Suddenly, Hankong's voice suddenly came out, and his voice was full of surprise and uncertainty, and even contained a trace of panic and disbelief.

"This is...impossible..."

At the moment when the sound of Handankong appeared, under the dissipating fog in front of Su Ming, the picture of memory suddenly changed. This time, it passed from the cracks of the rainy night to the front of the years.

As soon as the picture changed, what appeared in front of Su Ming was an endless darkness. Strangely, despite the darkness, Su Ming could still feel that there was a body floating in this darkness.

The body floated there, motionless, closed his eyes, on this person's body, Su Ming felt familiar, he knew that this person was himself.

"I finally... saw this... but at this time I was always in a coma, so I had no memory... This is not a loss of memory!" Su Ming muttered.

The picture is still, and it has not changed for a long time. The occurrence of this situation gave Su Ming a bad feeling. He became very nervous and seemed to understand.

"The memory has stayed here for so long... After all, how many years have passed..."

"Damn it, what the hell is this thing? You let me take it away. How can I take it away!" With a shocked voice, Handankong returned to Su in Su Ming's consciousness. At this moment, the huge yuan god of Handankong is shrinking rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there is a black hole in his body, which is quickly absorbing everything that belongs to him.

These Su Ming didn't care. He looked blankly at the picture under the fog and looked at the almost static darkness. He couldn't figure out how many years were contained in it.

I don't know how long it has passed. When the angry roar of Handankong became weaker and weaker, suddenly, the darkness that Su Ming saw had changed for the first time in a long time!

This change originated from a hoarse, calm word!

"Why?" At the moment of hearing this sound, Su Ming's consciousness almost trembled violently, and the confusion in his eyes was immediately replaced by shock. He was familiar with this sound, which belonged to him!

"When did I say this sentence..." Su Ming muttered, and he saw a scene in his life that he could not forget!

In that picture, he saw himself!

He saw himself standing in the darkness, with his arms, legs, and head. A huge chain ran through his body and was hung in nothingness. As for the five chains, they spread endlessly and he didn't know where they led.

He saw himself with his eyes closed. Although he was hanging, although his body was covered with blood, he did not show a look that he could not bear the pain at all.

? ...It's me..." Su Ming's consciousness shook unprecedentedly. He noticed that he, who was locked in the air, did not have the scar left in Wushan,...

He saw that he was hanging in nothingness. In front of him, there was a huge head, which was hundreds of the size of his own, with red hair, majestic and ferocious.

There is a snake bone as a ring in the ears of this skull, and there is a mark of lightning on the forehead. Even on the face of this skull, you can see a large number of lines, which seem to be natural, emitting a wild atmosphere.

This head opened his eyes, although his eyes were gloomy, and although he was dead, Su Ming had the illusion that he saw the collapse of heaven and earth at the moment he saw this head, which was an indescribable pressure, contempt for all sentient beings.

Anyone, in front of this head, should bow their heads and worship tremblingly.

But he, after all, is dead. A red sword penetrated from this head, directly through his whole skull, revealing most of the body of the sword from below.

At the same time, Su Ming also saw more than nine red nails on this head, which were nailed to him.

Su Ming looked at the head in a stalk and looked at himself hanging in the chain in front of his head. He followed his eyes and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the hilt of the head.

The figure was wearing a wide shirt and could not see his face clearly, but the moment Su Ming saw this person, his consciousness was filled with coldness, turning into tension and fear.

"This is your fate. You can't refuse it." The voice of indifference seems to come from a distant place, echoing in this nothingness, just like the law coming, for a long time, any creature who does not obey the will of this law will be punished.

"Emperor...Emperor?" Handan's trembling and weak voice, with awe and fear, echoed in Su Ming's consciousness. He divided most of the power of the primordial spirit to compete with the stronger and stronger absorption from Su Ming's body. The remaining small part of the primordial power saw what Su Ming saw.

When he saw the huge head, he was already afraid. He saw the figure on the hilt of the skull. After hearing its voice, the fear became his nightmare-like nightmare, which made him fear to the extreme.

"I refuse." Su Ming saw the locked self and opened his eyes at this moment. His eyes were silent and calm and terrible. At the moment he opened his eyes, Su Ming saw the locked self. Under his eyes, there was a blood line on his face. The blood line seemed to appear out of thin air, and soon it was completely revealed. (Baidu beg for magic, official YY : 3943) However, it was exactly the scar left on his face in Wushan... the scar that he didn't want to dissipate.

"You make me... very disappointed... but my will, you can't refuse." On the hilt of the sword running through the huge head, the cross-legged figure raised his head and still couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could see the ruthless and indifferent eyes in his eyes.

At the moment Su Ming saw this look, there was a roar in his consciousness, and a sharp tear appeared, making everything he saw in front of him suddenly collapse into countless pieces.

"Di Tian, you lied to me!! You lied to me... I..." At the same time, a sad scream swirled, which belonged to Handan. The sound was quickly weak in the scream, and in the end, it almost disappeared.

Everything disappeared, and Su Ming's mind kept roaring, as if there were 100,000 thunderbolts continuously, which dissipated everything he saw. The fog in front of him was quickly thick, and everything seemed to have never happened. Only that look, which seemed to be able to penetrate the fog of memory, fell on Su Ming.

"You make me...disappointed..."

Su Ming suddenly shook and opened his eyes. His whole body was soaked with sweat. At the moment he opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, and he couldn't help spitting out a big mouth directly.

Even his mask was sprayed out by this mouthful of blood and fell aside, revealing the pale and confused face under the mask.

On his face, under his eyes, the scar left in Wushan turned red.

The sound of rapid breathing came from Su Ming. He gasped, his eyes were full of blood, his hands supported the ground, and his body was trembling.

"This is a small part of my lost memory..." For a long time, Su Ming wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the dark cave around him, and muttered.

"I really erased some memories... Is it the emperor in the mouth of Handankong that erased my memory!"

"Who is he, where is he from, he is mine...what kind of person..."

"In my lost memory, what did I refuse..."

"And the head under his body. This head is clearly a barbarian. Who is he..." Su Ming's body trembled. He thought of what Nantian said that the second generation of barbarian gods lost his head.

"Just a head makes me feel like heaven... Could it be that this head belongs to the second generation of barbarians!"

"Di Tian, Di Tian" Handan once shouted sadly before his death, saying that Di Tian cheated?" Who the hell is this emperor..." Su Ming muttered, looking confused like a tide, drowning it.

"Who am I...... fate, Su Ming." Su Ming suddenly looked up, instead of roaring, but still muttered that only he could hear himself.

"Who am I..." Su Ming laughed confusedly, and he was lost.

Like an injured beast, always to exist alone, like a person who has lost his memory, always does not believe in everything he sees in front of him, like growing up, forgetting his own annual ring...

It's like the water in the palm of your hand. If you can't stand a swing, you will lose it.

Su Ming, half knelt there and seemed to have lost himself. He thought he would get the answer, but there was still a deeper confusion in this answer.

"Is this fate... Like a ball of hair, if you can't find your head, can't you find it?" Su Ming closed his eyes. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't want to go out. He would rather sit alone in the dark and look for it silently.

At this moment, he ignored the death in his body due to Hankong. In addition to being absorbed by some of the stones in the spirit's body, his broken motogami turned into a little crystal light, wrapped around (Baidu Seeking Demon Bar, Official YY: 3943) Outside his sea of knowledge, it was slowly Yes.

He also ignored the returning bones of the barbarian soul realm brought in by Handankong. Because of the death of Handankong, it was slowly melting into Su Ming's body. As it melted, the blood in Su Ming's body was circulating and absorbing at an amazing speed...

As Handan said before, if you don't die, it's creation!

is not easy to write, and the speed is slow. Every outbreak is exchanged for double time and fatigue. At the beginning of May, I need a monthly ticket.