Chapter 595: Phosphorus Fire Immortal God

The three thoughts were released almost at the same time. This was the thoughts of He Yiming and others. After feeling a certain power from the night, they all responded as quickly as possible.

The next moment, these three thoughts were already in contact with the power that permeated the night.

Without brilliant sparks or wonderful collisions, everything is so dull, and even a trace of waves does not splash.

A strange, huge force instantly tolerated their three thoughts.

At this moment, He Yiming actually felt a warm and lazy feeling from the bottom of his heart.

His mind seemed to be confused by the influence of this force, and his brows were slightly frowning, as if he was thinking about what was going on.

There is no malice in this power. It is a peaceful, but vast force like the sea. When he comes into contact with this power and resonates with it, his mind will be assimilated by this power.

Countless broken pictures appeared in my mind, and past experiences began to replay at this moment.

However, these memories are not complete. The pictures that appear in his mind are all warm and relaxing good memories.

When these memories fill a person's mind, they will bring people a feeling of endless happiness.

The frowning brow slowly stretched out, and He Yiming's thoughts and mind were finally affected by these memories and gradually relaxed.

In this beautiful environment, he actually felt exhausted in his hope of being addicted to it forever and not having to practice martial arts again.

In the dark night, a little green light suddenly appeared between He Yiming and the two divine beasts.

This thing that seemed to be a phosphorus fire floated gently between the three of them, and illuminated their heads and faces with the faint light.

This light was extremely strange. Apart from their heads and faces, there was no light in the rest of the place.

It seems that these lights are wise and shine specifically in a specific place.

Not only did He Yiming's face show that happy and careless expression, but even Baozhu and Baima Leidian's face also had the same expression.

They are like unborn babies, lying in their mother's amniotic fluid, carefree.

This phosphorescence is the soul power condensed by the souls of the divine beasts that have died naturally in the past dynasties.

Throughout the ages, only natural, peaceful and tranquil souls of divine beasts can be qualified to enter the Beast Temple.

Once these souls of the divine beasts without resentment condense into shape, they will give up their memories and save their soul power in some special way.

In this soul power, there is no danger or conflict, and what it possesses is complete peace.

For humans and spirit beasts who practice martial arts and constantly become stronger in fighting, this kind of peace is an extremely rare and almost impossible feeling.

No matter how powerful the practitioners are, no matter how tough they cultivate their hearts to, or how suppressed and weakened them, they cannot completely eliminate this feeling of peace.

Therefore, when they suddenly enter this peaceful environment, their resistance will weaken to the extreme, and they will stimulate the desire in their hearts and completely indulge in it.

Of course, if you want the Shinto powerhouse to be tempted by this feeling, you must have strong spiritual power far exceeding him.

The phosphorus fire that condenses the souls of more than 20 divine beasts is undoubtedly overwhelmingly powerful.

In front of this force, He Yiming, Baozhu and Baima Leidian were easily attracted, and they soon fell into the comfortable feeling of not wanting to leave.

In a trance, He Yiming faintly sensed that in his peaceful and peaceful world, there seemed to be two other sounds, which were two quite familiar sounds, and the familiar ones were almost no different from his own voice.

However, now He Yiming's memory is no longer complete. He only felt the existence of these two sounds vaguely, but he could not remember their origins.

He Yiming's eyebrows slowly began to jump, and the peaceful world had been broken by these two sounds. He was desperately recalling, trying to find the source of these two sounds from those broken and gentle memories.

Countless shattered pictures boiled, rolled, and combined in his mind.

The beating between his eyebrows became stronger and stronger.

Baozhu's body began to tremble slightly. In this vast beast temple that could allow any divine beast to enter, Baozhu's body was as small as an ant.

Its memory returned to its childhood, when it lived under the protection of its mother. Whether it was the Totem clan or the main peak of Tianchi, it was a place for it to have fun.

In its memory at this moment, its mother did not leave, but would be with it forever.

It was completely addicted to this beautiful memory and enjoyed the love from its mother wholeheartedly. At that time, it was the happiest...

However, in this joy, it seemed to hear two different sounds.

These two sounds did not seem to sound from the ears, but were slowly released from its heart.

What is this?

Little, Xiao Baozhu felt that these two sounds were very important to it. It turned its little head and recalled it seriously. But in its memories, it seemed that there was no such two sounds. Gradually, the little guy began to be confused...

The lightning body stood straight like a javelin.

Its body is elegant and full of beauty. After countless temperings, although the size of the white horse is far less than that of other huge divine beasts, its small body has no less power.

At this moment, the muscles on its body were shaking slightly. In its mind, two illusory figures surrounded it, and even it was not sure whether this was true.

From the day it has memory, it has lived alone on an withdrawn island.

On that island, there is plenty of food, but not many large beasts. So it grows safely.

For its parents, it has no real memory, only the impression it has been passed down in its bloodline. It does not know why it was abandoned, nor does it know the whereabouts of its parents.

All the power in it is discovered by itself.

For it, it has never truly enjoyed the love of its parents. From a young age, it is working hard for its own survival.

But at this moment, it seemed to see its parents in a hazy way, the white horse, the divine beast with the same appearance and talent as it.

Just when it slowly closed its eyes and was about to indulge in this warmth.

Two huge sounds suddenly rang out from its heart.

Its eyelids tremble slightly, and its heart is constantly struggling. It does not want to leave this world that is almost dreamy to it, even if it knows that this world is actually just fictional from its memory.

However, the two voices in my heart became stronger and even anxious.

It was breathing for a long time, and a white breath spewed out like a substance.

The illusory and beautiful image shattered and disappeared.

At this moment, it abandoned the beautiful and warm illusion and chose the cold reality.

Its beautiful big eyes finally opened, and in this darkness with only extremely faint phosphorescence, it looked left and right for a moment.

Its two partners were sitting calmly, and a expression called happiness rippled from their faces.

As if hesitated for a moment, Baima's eyes became firmer again.

Facing the small phosphorescence that illuminated its head and face, it opened its mouth and made a long hissing sound from its soul...

A voice rang out from his ears and slowly penetrated deeper.

Gradually, what was left in He Yiming's entire world was this sound.

In this calm, He Yiming remembered...

This is the sound of lightning, its arrogance, confidence, and never surrender.

All the memory fragments disappeared at this moment, and they completely broke down under this force. Whether it was the gentle memories or the things he tried hard to recall, they all disappeared at this moment.

In his mind, it was pitch black, because everything had returned to chaos.

In his dantian, the power of light and darkness rushes forward and pours into his mind along the meridians.

His consciousness dissipated, echoing the power of chaos in his dantian.

The two different forces of light and darkness are constantly merging and sublimating, and He Yiming's spiritual power is growing endlessly in an indescribable way.

"Bang..."

In my mind, something seemed to be broken, and the power that imprisoned him completely disappeared.

His mind power seemed to have absorbed all the energy after the light and darkness, becoming magnificent and huge, like the sea, endless.

He Yiming opened his eyes, and what was imprinted into his eyes was a dim light.

He saw the faint phosphorescence floating in front of him. This light seemed to shine directly into his heart, causing him to feel a sense of liberation with great enlightenment.

He turned his head and immediately saw the beautiful big eyes of the white horse blinking lightning. In these eyes, there was worry, joy, and unwavering strong confidence.

He Yiming cracked his mouth and a hearty laughter came from his mouth.

"Little guy, wake up."
Chapter completed!