"What is that?"

In the hazy, the enchanting Ray seemed to see the fire again. She hurried forward and saw a flame phoenix open fire slowly eroding a dark memory. Many dark memory fragments were lined up in an orderly manner, waiting for the open fire to swallow and destroy it!

This strange scene made Yao Rao confused. Although she searched for a while, she found that the dark memories that were waiting for the destroyed darkness and killing were endless. At best, it was just a cultivation process and there was no information, but there was always something special about this strange scene?

The Fire Phoenix Fire is scorching and terrifying, but it is impossible for the enchanting person who contracts with the Fire Phoenix Beast God. She walked into the sea of ​​fire, regarded the open fire as nothing, and easily walked around behind the dark memory fragments, and then she realized...

Hahaha! Hard work pays off!

The reason why all the gray memory fragments are tightly clustered is to protect a colorful memory as big as a palm from the damage of the Flame Phoenix Fire!

The brighter the color, the stronger the emotions contained in the memory! This is a very easy-to-identify feature of the beast soul summoner when engraving slave seals! In addition, Naduoduo would rather sacrifice all cultivation memories and only ensure its comprehensiveness, which immediately makes Yaora feel ecstasy!

Very good! Find the strongest emotional burst point of Nadodo! Then...

Evacuate his soul!

Yaorao stretched out her index finger on her left hand and gently pointed at the crystal-like memory.

Such a small piece of memory should be able to be finished soon.

Her body suddenly became lighter, and she was immediately caught in the storm of memory!

"No! No! Xiao Yuyu!" Ming Canghai was really anxious now! Because the word "正" in Yaorao's palm that had been hazy has faded to no trace at this time!

Hearing the Soul Lord's roar, the purple gold two souls immediately rushed into the inner room again, looking at Yao Rao who had not woken up for three days and the dark soul master who was fainting with footprints on his face could not speak!

The atmosphere is extremely solemn!

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

A burst of tearing and shattering sounds awakened the enchanting consciousness, which was different from the previous several invasions of memories. This time, everything that was revealed in front of her was the sound of wind, the pain of sand in the air slashing across her cheeks, and the hardness of the ground under her feet... These delicate and subtle sensations all surged into her heart.

It seems not a memory, but a personal experience!

The dark crevices of the rocks under my feet were filled with yellow sand. I looked around and saw that the earth was dry like a Gobi, without a trace of green, but the air was not hot, because although the sun was huge in the sky, the light was dim, as if any strong man would fall from the sky with a slight stomp on his feet.

The spiritual energy was extremely lacking. After taking seven or eight deep breaths, Yao Rao still felt her lung lobes shriveled and her meridians were weak.

It's so poor that even Xiangra, who was born in Suzaku, could not stand this extremely harsh environment. If she was allowed to fight here, it would be the best expectation to be able to exert 50% of her combat power.

If the low sand bags in front of her that are made of some materials mixed with sand and sand can be called a house, then maybe she is in a desolate place of the demons at this time.

Because of the sound of bone breaking, Yao Rao saw six or seven demon young men in front of her, kicking a thin demon young man hard. The demon young man was only four or five years old, with a blue scale on his face.

"waste!"

"Rubbish!"

"I've been unhappy with him for a long time! The last time the black stone cub was let go by this stinky brat!" Crack! One hand of the demon boy who was beaten by the group was trampled by the bully.

This is a vulgar plot of the demon rogue bullying kind boys?

Yaorao suddenly had a black line. It seemed that whether it was Chuyuan, where spiritual energy was abundant and wild grass was lush, or the border town of the demon world with barren spiritual energy, scorched earth, yellow sand and a ragged sand... the hooligans were just as cruel and shameless!

The one who was beaten must not be that guy Naduoduo, because this memory is filled with joy and not pain.

Yaorao thought that although Naduoduo was perverted, she was not so perverted that she would be excited by the group P. So her eyes carefully swept across the ugly faces of the gangsters, but she did not find any guy who looked as naduoduo.

She immediately looked around and saw Naduoduo the legendary "hero" who kicked the bully away and saved the young man in dire straits?

Although there are adult demons passing by, some even begin to lose their cheeks. This means the strength of the demons, they seem to be familiar with street fights, and walked by the boys calmly with a silent look on their faces.

The blood of the beaten person had already oozed out, but the bright color was immediately absorbed by the dried yellow sand, and the bright red between the yellow sand immediately left only a faint brown color.

Very low-level beating, skin and flesh blooming, blood splattering.

The little boy who was beaten by the group made only a few dull hums and his neck tilted to the side.

Next to the Black Stone Trail, there is also a ragged old demon clan playing desolate songs with a bone instrument. It reminds people of yellow sand, sunset, and all the desolate scenes. It seems that what is happening in front of you is not as good as a song worth noting.

The adult demons have passed by now, and they haven't even looked at them.

Yaorao stood aside and didn't know why this memory allowed her to see such a scene?

Although she saw the Battle of Doomsday that had made her anger at the demons reach its peak, she still felt a little reluctant to see the little demons under the feet of the young men. Did she make some mistakes that made the thugs almost kill such a weak little guy?

Yaorao subconsciously walked forward and kicked the evil man in the lead!

No need to think about it... Her flying legs passed through the body of the rogue boy in the demon race and did not work at all. The evildoers continued to beat him mercilessly.

"The demons are indeed a cruel race!"

Yaorao thought to herself in her heart that the cold faces of the adult demons who had passed by around her made her feel heartbroken. No wonder all the demons are cruel and bloodless guys, and even if they treat their fellow tribes, they are so ruthless.

A burst of pain was slapped, and six or seven evil men seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Die, right?"

The black-scaled boy in the lead stepped on the face of the little demon clan and stepped on him into the sand.

"It's really boring. I've died before I hit a few times. I'm so cowardly! Bah!"
Chapter completed!