"Ha, you are not dead yet, why would I leave first?"

Feng Jian sneered.

The young Feng Jian's voice was very beautiful, like the banished immortal above the nine heavens, with a misty fairy sound. When he heard this sound, he couldn't help but indulge in it.

"What? The Thousand Years Tour of Douluo Continent, it seems that his skills have not improved much, but his verbal skills are good."

Shura glanced at Feng Jian with disdain. They had been quarreling like this for countless years.

"Ha, I'm not like you, I can't make progress, and I'm still struggling to stay in a slump of land."

"Oh, you are so powerful, you are going out of your own way! A soldier? A trick?"

Shura God raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jian.

"If you want me to say, Feng Jian, why not forget it as soon as possible. You said that you are a time traveler who has traveled through the mortal world for tens of millions of years, and you are still as strong as me now. Really, delete the account and practice again."

When Shura God saw that Feng Jian did not speak, he continued.

"Ha, you, a god of killing, will never understand the 'soldier'."

Feng Jian didn't care much about it.

"Oh, you, a military strategist, have been talking about for thousands of years, and my ears are calloused. Why didn't you see the leader of the various schools of thought?"

"Hurry up, come here to help, I'm a little confused."

......

The spiritual tide gradually calmed down. Even though the sun in the sky had hung again, the people on the ground still did not come back to their senses.

"Huh, go and eliminate their memories."

The Shura God breathed a sigh of relief. This time he was so tired that he sent one thousandth of the divine power in the divine realm to barely allow Gu Ning to complete his cultivation.

But don’t underestimate this one thousandth. This one thousandth is far more than the spiritual energy of Douluo Continent, even several times.

"Why me? I don't have this authority."

Feng Jian turned his eyes at Shura God.

"Ha, forget it, if you don't want to do it yourself."

Shura God was slightly stunned, remembered some past events, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Shura God stood up and looked at the Douluo Continent under the clouds and mist. His fingers were a little in the void, and hundreds of millions of red light burst out.

The sky became cloudy and dark clouds blocked all the sunshine.

Rumble!

Thunders roared in Douluo Continent, and blood rain floated in the sky.

Everyone unconsciously looked up at the sky. The bloody rain washed away the earth and all things in the Douluo Continent, and the people on the continent were naturally among them.

What the blood rain washed away was not only the filth of the world, but also the memory in people's minds.

When the rain stops, this memory will no longer exist in all my mind except...

Ling Chen stared blankly at the bloody rain floating in the sky, unable to speak for a moment.

"What the hell happened to this...?"

In his eyes, there was horror visible to the naked eye.

The riot of the spiritual tide was very close to him, only about a thousand meters away. Although he had never been to the direction, it was Gu Ning's quiet room.

"He's a terrifying one!"

Ling Chen silently labeled Gu Ning with a terrifying label in his heart.

"System! What's going on? The spiritual energy riots, the day is like the night, who is he? Who did the blood rain? "

In Ling Chen's heart, blood rain is a scene in which the saints disappear and the world is sad in the novels of previous life.

If a saint has an accident, blood rain will float back from heaven and earth, washing away everything, and everything will disappear.

In the novels of the prehistoric world, all the saints died, including the Daluo Golden Immortal, blood rain fell from the sky, and memory disappeared.

And for this world, isn’t the gods in heaven the so-called saints?

Could it be that this person who borrowed the galaxy from the legend, ascended to heaven and killed the gods in his dream?

Ling Chen couldn't help but think.

I have to say that his imagination is still good, and time travelers need this kind of imagination rich.

【No results for testing.】

"Why? I still keep my memory, why can't you detect it?"

Ling Chen's heart sank suddenly, and he was a little scared now.

The second time, the system cannot find this person, it seems...

He is extremely likely to be a time traveler!

And he is also a person with great supernatural powers!

It may be different from his own urban travels! His mind is far more than that!

"No! You have to think of a solution!"

Ling Chen sat on the bed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his brain was running rapidly.

"What should I do... His target may be me..."

In Ling Chen's eyes, Gu Ning's goal is most likely to be himself.

"Oh, is this the only way? Then what I did before... wasted?"

Ling Chen had a bitter smile on his lips.

The power of the system has weakened, maybe it is because of helping me resist the blood rain...

Success is a system, failure is a system.

If the system's power is weakened, then the shield it will naturally weaken to its own perception. I don't know much, but it's a lot anyway.

Because of the system's blocking, he will subconsciously ignore that there may be other time travelers in this world and unconditionally believe in the system. If the system says he is the only one, he will believe it himself.

Now that I think about what happened before, I can’t tell where I can’t see it?

Isn’t this Teacher Ye the Ye Xiu in the novel? Although I have never watched the anime, I should have recognized the same name, armor and spear.

At present, he has three time travelers. Ye Xiu and Gu Ning are obviously in the same group and have recognized him a long time ago. If there are other hidden things... the system will make me mistaken!

"Oh, it seems...this is the only way."

Ling Chen had a bitter smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of reluctance. He looked in Gu Ning's direction and finally made up his mind to be a smart person...

......The Nine Songs of Heaven.

In a small courtyard in Xianyang City.

This is Han Fei's residence.

Han Fei once used half of his 20,000 points to improve his cultivation and himself.

When I celebrated my 30th birthday before, I could feel that my deadline was approaching.

This is the truth, he knows his body very well.

Until some time ago, he chose to use half of his points to improve his cultivation. Only by improving his cultivation can he prosper his life.

"Oh, it's rare to be idle. Qin State has completed its rectification. As long as he throws all the things in the future modernity here, he can develop rapidly, and his points will naturally be easily captured."

Han Fei was lying on a rocking chair, and he was the only one in the yard.

Suddenly, he stood up and walked to the small pond in the yard.

Several leaves on the willow tree were blown away by the wind and fell on the pond.

Han Fei gently lifted the leaves and looked at them carefully.

"Is autumn coming again?"

After a moment, Han Fei showed a long-lost smile.

Just under this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Han Fei's heart suddenly trembled, as if something related to him had appeared, and it was very important, and it was a great opportunity.

"Hmm? What exactly is it?"

Han Fei frowned slightly, this feeling of palpitations...
Chapter completed!