Chapter 16 Unforgettable

"You are me.

The demon in front also stared at Jiang Chen quietly, as if to say so.

Although Jiang Chen has always noticed that he is the ignorant self, there is still a little fluke in his heart, hoping that this is not true. Now it is completely dead to see the transformation of the soul with your own eyes.

And this amazing discovery also gave Jiang Chen an excellent opportunity to meet in a thousand years. At present, the demon soul has not really taken shape, just like a silently transformed insect cocoon, waiting to break the shell and feather. As long as you smash the animal bones, eliminate the imprint of the demon, return the soul elephant to the most primitive chaotic state, and then reshape the soul with the magic fetus, it can neatly cut off all the relationships between Jiang Chen and the demon.

From then on, Jiang Chen is Jiang Chen, demons are demons, and there is no causal relationship between two completely different individuals.

It is not difficult to smash this demon soul. If Jiang Chen is good at the power of * and dissolves in the soul, then another bystander "I" is good at wisdom, independent of the soul. Huili broke the soul, freed from the fetters, and regained a new life.

But this idea only flashed by, because Jiang Chen could not bear the next consequences. Broken soul means all over again. Jiang Chen's spiritual world will be severely damaged, his soul and mind will shrink, and his body will also be greatly affected. Jiang Chen will retreat into a small man with weak mana and low Taoism.

For a long time in the future, Jiang Chen can only sting silently and always miss the opportunity to compete for the world and roar. After that, perhaps the cloud world has long been full of vicissitudes, personnel changes, and everything is meaningless.

How can Jiang Chen be willing?

How can Jiang Chen give up the fat meat sent to his mouth?

If he is devoured, Jiang Chen's mana will surpass Yuntian, and the spiritual world will be complete. Jiang Chen will never die in reincarnation, and Jiang Chen may even control the Huangquan Road, which only belongs to death. There will be no one in the world who can break through the ruins and enter an unprecedented state than him.

Jiang Chen will become a real myth in the cloud world!

Is that why the devil is not worried about Jiang Chen's broken soul and reborn? He knows me as well as himself.

"You are me, but I'm not you." The other one seems to be saying. The animal bones were wrapped in overlapping petals and disappeared. When the flower bud is opened again, it is restored to a pure and immortal flame of vitality, a wisp of flowing wind of life.

The movement of the wind and flame has its own rhythm, but the rhythm is more difficult to grasp than the earth's vein. Because the soul is mysterious, not to mention that the body and spirit have always changed slightly. The souls that connect them also change with it, and there is almost no fixed frequency.

If you can completely control the rhythm of the soul, it is not a problem to swallow the magic brand and turn it into your own use, but at present, Jiang Chen is far from enough work.

However, it is like a flowing river, which can faintly trace the source.

Jiang Chen repeatedly felt the rhythm of the magic fetus and divine consciousness, as if trying to drive a horse-drawn carriage driven by two people from the south, and as if to catch the wisp of line between the birds in the air and the bottom fish.

For a long time, Jiang Chen suddenly felt tired, and his consciousness was extremely consumed. He couldn't help but emerge from the sea of spirit and found that the warm sunlight had already reflected the window paper. Luo Yan lay on the case, bending his elbows and supporting his head, beating his spirit to protect Jiang Chen's law.

"I didn't ask anything useful." Luo Yan rubbed her sleepy eyes, "He Hua, a little woman, has become much more cunning, talking in circles, as if she is fearless. Later, Chi Lianhuo came when he heard the news. I think you didn't want to stiffen the relationship with ASEAN, so you didn't dare to ask with torture. But I tamphe Hua a little to prevent her from sneaking away.

"Look at her first, and I don't expect to take anything out of her mouth." Jiang Chen shook his head, "Since she is the chess on the table of ASEAN, she will not leave easily."

Luo Yan wrapped around Jiang Chen's waist and spit out his fragrant tongue and kissed him gently in the tip of his ear: "It's funny. After she heard that I went south and north and boasted widely," she actually knocked around and inquired about your news. Little pervert, if you see her with your true face, you may be able to use a beautiful man to make her obedient.

Jiang Chen said disapprovingly, "I'm afraid she will inform ASEAN as soon as possible. After so many years, she will no longer be the original Hehua. You are also tired and refreshed. Let's have another fight with Mingyang Zhenren.

Jiang Chen asked Wang Shu to be responsible for vigilance and didn't care about the three poles at this time of the day, and then he picked up Luo Yan and fell asleep.

In a daze, and I don't know how long it took, Jiang Chen seemed to be suddenly woken up, and seemed to be still asleep, surrounded by confusion.

A cold and mysterious feeling breeds from the dark, as if invisible tentacles quietly leaned into Jiang Chen's sleep, shining with ice gray dark light.

Xiaoyou!

Jiang Chen made a sharp decision, and his divine consciousness fell like a blade of fire, cutting off this invisible tentacle fiercely.

Following the retreat of tentacles back to a mysterious space, Jiang Chen faintly felt a little mental pain of the other party, which should be like being stung by a bee.

Jiang Chen then woke up from his dream. The interior light was mottled, and the new moon hung high outside the building, just like the night when the lights were on.

Luo Yan curled up in Jiang Chen's arms, wrapped around him like an octopus, and his snoring sound was deafening.

In the hall downstairs, there was a drunken laugh from guests and fans.

Xiaoyou really didn't leave Jinyan City!

Jiang Chen thought silently. Xiaoyou received the news of the defeat of the Overlord and was alert, but he did not dare to appear openly. He tried to plot by sneaking into Jiang Chen's sleep. Fortunately, Jiang Chen's spiritual strength is more than one, and he detects the clues in time and repels him early. Otherwise, he will go deep into his dream and find that I am Jiang Chen, and everything Jiang Chen has painstakingly prepared for will be wasted.

But such passive prevention is not the way. As long as there is a slight negligence, he will take advantage of it.

Even if Jiang Chen can hit it hard, it won't be of any good. Um, here, Jiang Chen's heart was suddenly thrilled. Xiaoyou doesn't have to show up at all and meet Mingyang in Jinyan City face to face! Just by playing Mengtan*, he can negotiate the alliance and sending troops between the two sides in the dream of Mingyang Zhenren.

So even if Jiang Chen stares at Mingyang, it is impossible to find Xiaoyou's hiding place. However, Mingyang Zhenren came to Jinyan City, and I'm afraid the more purpose is still ASEAN.

Jiang Chen meditated for a long time and began to recall the tentacles that fell asleep and were forced to retract. In the spiritual world, Jiang Chen's consciousness simulated the scene again and again, and the magic fetus changed the rhythm again and again, trying to reach the rhythmic traces of the tentacles of the dream.

Since it is impossible to find Xiaoyou directly in the real Jinyan City, Jiang Chen will try to capture his spiritual imprint in the illusory spiritual world and lock it firmly.

Once successful, Jiang Chen can turn against the guest and sneak into the dream world of Mingyang real people with his divine consciousness!

What is a dream?

Is the essence of dreams absolutely nothing? Jiang Chen couldn't help thinking of the wandering Taoist priests he had seen in the Tang Dynasty. They held high the pole of fortune-telling, and the black and white semicircle painted on it seemed to rotate like two tail-biting fish.

At that time, Jiang Chen only knew that this was called the two instruments of yin and yang. Yi Jingyun: "It's easy to have Taiji, and it's two instruments." Over the years, Jiangchen's Taoist realm has been refined and gradually understands the transformational wisdom contained in it.

When the yin reaches the extreme, it will be converted into yang, just as the day will turn into night. Therefore, absolute nothingness is bound to turn to reality.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes, stopped his divine behavior, and disappeared into the infinite depths of the spiritual world, transforming into a strange picture: in the endless years, the infinite cloud creatures gave birth to dreams one by one, like colorful bubbles rising into the void one after another, and slowly dissipating without leaving a trace.

However, the dream was endless, and finally reached a limit. The dream bubble of nothingness turned into a real point, and a dream demon was born.

No matter how many bright colors there are in the dream, when all the colors dissolve together, they are black.

A faint black like an ice flower.

Just like the xiaoyou is doomed to a path that seeks perfection but constantly destroys. Because the hope contained in your dream may be the despair in other people's dreams. These contradictory * can only be confused and broken.

If the spiritual world is like yin and yang, which is divided into light and dark, then dreams belong to darkness, and their usual thoughts and divine consciousness belong to bright.

After this picture was interpreted thousands of times in the divine consciousness, Jiang Chen suddenly appeared a trace of clear and confused spiritual light, and the finger of his thoughts twisted along this silk, like the spiritual light of the crack in the yin and yang fish, taking advantage of the situation.

The spiritual world was shocked and divided into light and dark. The dark place turns into a rough, dark and deep sea, and the sky on the sea is empty, bright and infinitely bright.

The finger of the idea is like a flying dragon, moving up and breaking the sky into dazzling light: then rushing into the sea, the sea is like a broken piece of copper mirror, and the fragments continue to decompose until it becomes a fierce and deep water line.

The whole spiritual world has turned into string lines, dense and uncertain, sometimes sound, magnificent and heroic; sometimes pattering, lingering, interweaving the most magical and moving rhythms in the world.

At the same time, the body can't help but vibrate, the senses break through the closure, the magic fetus is magically rhythmic, and the string line autonomously blows through the wind of the soul in the body, and even Jiang Chen himself can't understand the trajectory, blends with the string line of the spirit and oscillates with each other.

Jiang Chen is the most central point, which radiates the string line of the unity of flesh and god in all directions.

These strings can change light and dark at any time, change the rhythm, and turn his body and spirit into the scorching sun, long clouds, lightning and thunder, and stormy rain.

Jiang Chen was full of ecstasy, with the resonance of the strings of the spirit and body, and the eight visions of divine consciousness took the first step of combining with the magic fetus. Today's string line can be called the one-yuan string line of the unity of meat and God, and this yuan string line can also be redifferentiated into a two-yuan string line similar to the two instruments of yin and Yang, deducing a vector-like string image from rhythm.

At this time, Jiang Chen's every blow contains the dual power of spirit and divine consciousness.

The one-string line is like a cobweb slowly extending outward. At first, it was like a childish baby, crawling clumsily, and gradually became faster and agile. Later, it seemed to be an adult who walked freely.

One of the strings turned dark and climbed along the traces of the tentacles of the night ice spirit. The frequency of the string lines changed until it was completely consistent with the traces.

Xiaoyou's faint remaining spiritual imprint dissolved into Jiang Chen's imprint.

In an instant, the string line extends into a deep and cold space.

That's Mengtan!

Xiaoyou was in the dream pool, surrounded by thousands of dark ice flowers, and countless colorful bubbles gushed out of his body. There is also a look of doubt on his face, and he should have wondered why Jiang Chen couldn't do anything.

The string line turned into an ice flower in the dream pool, and Xiaoyou seemed to be aware of it and threw its eyes in the direction of the string line, but it was not found.

Unfortunately, the one-yuan string line has not been completed, otherwise it will not be centered on Jiang Chen, but with the soul as the core radiation string line. At that time, the trajectory of the string line could be truly ever-changing and traceless. Where the string line comes, the virtual reality is interchanged, and the evolution is murderous. At that time, once the spiritual imprint of Xiaoyou was captured, it could extend to him and kill him in an instant.

"Where on earth did this Jianglong come out?" Xiaoyou frowned and thought for a moment and said to himself, "It's very likely that it's Jiang Chen. Only this little man dares to make trouble for us unscrupulously. However, the magic path is completely wrong, and his mental strength is not strong enough to cut off my dreaming. If it's not Jiang Chen, it's the darkness of ASEAN, but there is no reason for ASEAN to conflict with us now. Fortunately, Wei Feicui has sent people out secretly, otherwise it will add to trouble.

Jiang Chen raised his head and sneered, "Anyway, tomorrow morning Mingyang will arrive, and he will not let go of the jumping clown. Why should I do it myself?"

After a long time, Jiang Chen saw that Xiaoyou always closed his eyes and no longer revealed any valuable news. The string line quietly withdrew, took it back, and only silently buried a wisp of my spiritual mark in the dream pool for monitoring.

With the determination to fight with Mingyang Zhenren, Jiang Chen thought about all the things in Jinyan City again, and there was no fear or hesitation in his heart.

Fighting against this high-ranking nobleman is not only the humble young man in those years, but also the final farewell of Jiang Chen and the beggar of the Tang Dynasty.

From then on, the fish flew to the bottom of the sea and the eagle hit the sky.

From now on, I will not mess up my heart like a knife and cut off the fetters of the past.

"I have a knife, which is difficult to roar in the deep.

When will you get out of the sheath?

It is difficult to compete for the evening without asking the source.

I have a knife, which has been dark and hustle for a long time.

And now the light shines for a long time, cut off the previous life and cut off the years!"

Jiang Chen chanted and waited for the sleeping Luo Yan.

"I'm going to do my best to fight with those two little white faces. You leave immediately and go to the Lancang River. First of all, it can prevent me from being entangled by Mingyang, and Xiaoyou takes the opportunity to attack you. Second, you can explore the latest war situation in the Lancang River, collect information, and prepare for me. It won't take long for me to go north to Lancang and meet you, which is the final battlefield.

Luo Yan looked at Jiang Chen worriedly: "How can you deal with the two of them alone?"

"My spell has made a breakthrough, and I can escape no matter how bad it is." Jiang Chen hugged her and comforted her, "Don't forget that there is still heavenly punishment, not to mention Xiaoyou dares not show up easily. Don't worry, baby, you can kill the old man before he was born.

"Where is He Hua?"

"I'm afraid it's too late for the soft grinding and hard entanglement. You can only use the means of Thunderbolt and torture."

Jiang Chen said coldly.

They lingered together for a while and set the contact information. Luo Yan changed her face and quietly slipped out of the Yichun Building.

After sending Luo Yan away, Jiang Chen was no longer worried. He was thinking about finding He Hua, and suddenly there was a small sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Is Mr. Jiang there?" After dozens of pauses, as if hesitating and hesitating, the knock on the door finally sounded softly.

Jiang Chen's beautiful face was reflected in a trance in his mind.

"Let's talk about it." Jiang Chen answered in a rough voice, staring at the jade hand with bright red nails and slowly pushing the door, which was quite surprised.

How can a person like Jiang Chen, whose identity is unknown and offend the Holy Land of the Arctic and Dongzhou, take the initiative to visit him? Could it be that ASEAN secretly gave her instructions?

When He Hua walked into the wing room, Jiang Chen had changed his rude posture. He held a pot of lucidum liquid in his right hand, looked up and drank wildly. His left foot was on the gold-patterned round stool. His boots were half taken off and half worn, and his eyes were also slanted. His eyes turned on the red belly pocket of the mandarin duck in He Hua's skirt. My little mother and I really know each other. As soon as I thought about you, the beauty came.

He Huayou bent down to bless me: "A hero like Mr. Jiang came to Yichun Tower. My concubine should have come to serve me long ago. I thought the prince would come to the flower boudoir to have a chat, but I didn't want to wait for a whole night and didn't see him. Mr. Jiang is busy, and my concubine should come to welcome you, so that you don't think my concubine is neglected. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Chen without blinking, as if to see something from his rough and ugly face.

Even under the clear moonlight, the expression on Jiang Chen's face still did not show any change.

"We are a reckless bandit, but we are not a prince, or call me Master Jiang more cheerful!" He Hua's "Ms. Jiang" made Jiang Chen feel unnatural, and he looked at her carefully again.

After many years, the beautiful face like clear water has already been covered with heavy makeup. The shining pearls replaced the yellow flowers on the forehead, and the dyed curved eyelashes slightly covered the eyes, which also covered the bright and lively wis of the past.

The moonlight was set off by her gorgeous Luoqi, like white and miserable ashes.

I think the name of Mr. Jiang is more appropriate. The lights are blind. Isn't it boring for Mr. Jiang to stay alone in the house? Where's your companion?" He Hua said with a smile, and the corner of the soul was gently raised, and a familiar spicy shadow could be found, but the shadow had been soaked in wind and frost.

"Whatever you call it is up to you." Jiang Chen tightened his eyebrows and went straight into the way, "Does Qiu Xuan have anything to convey on her behalf?"

He Hua'e shook her head slightly and said, "Mr. Jiang has been thinking too much. Qiu Xuan is not qualified to instruct her what to do."

Jiang Chen knocked sideways and said, "It turns out that Brother Qiu's status in the East Asia League is not as good as that of the girl, so you represent the East Asia League?"

"Isn't it a disappointing time for the prince and beautiful women to talk about the wind and snow?

He Hua took the jade pot in Jiang Chen's hand, poured a cup for him, and shouted out of the door. Before that, a maid brought in with a five-color fruit plate.

The maid was red and hot. She took a deep look at Jiang Chen and showed concern.

"There is no clean place in the world." He Hua looked at the back of the red and fire and said coldly, turned her head and smiled at Jiang Chenyanly, picked up a yellow phoenix and apricot and sent it to his soul, "It must be the first time for Mr. Jiang to travel south and north, right?"

Jiang Chen was alert and couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in her gourd. He vaguely said, "In order to do business without capital, I have been here several times before. Anyway, wherever there is any benefit, the uncle will go there. The phoenix apricot is not swallowed in its mouth.

"Have you met anything interesting or unforgettable?"

"I only remember the murderous sword and bright red blood fire."