This sudden change surprised Ming Dao.

I came here today and seemed to be talking wildly, but in fact I still knew it was extremely dangerous, but I was not willing to lose my momentum. However, judging from the battle just now, he was quite confident.

As mentioned before, Forgotten Daopa pattern can only be said to have unique mystery, but is not good at fighting. Even if the opponent is nominally halfway, the attack power does not pose much threat to him. The Nether Sword is even confident that even if he is directly hit by the opponent, he can still fight him.

However, it was unexpected at this moment. The other party's ability was truly showing its strength at this moment.

At this moment, Ming Dao still remembers that he could use the big Ming Dao, but how to use the Taoist pattern in this move was blank in my mind and I had no memory at all.

"Since you still remember what you asked me, you should still remember what I told you!"

The Lord of Forgotten sneered: "I said, don't underestimate me, my Taoist pattern is very useful. Do you think I can only let you forget some trivial things? Even if you have the magical power against the sky, as long as you don't become the instinct of the body, as long as you lose that part of your memory, no matter what magical power, you can only leave a name."

"Don't say it's so mysterious!" Ming Dao snorted coldly: "Do you think I am such an unprepared person? After accepting you as your younger brother, I have studied your Taoist patterns. You can't really delete other people's memories, you just use special power to cover that part."

"A thing like memory cannot be eliminated even if death is done, and it will be hidden in the origin of life. If you really have the ability to delete memories, it will be even more powerful than the Great Way of Heaven and Earth!"

"You are right!" The Lord of Forgotten laughed: "If you don't continue casting, the time is long enough, my ability will weaken and my memory will slowly recover. The stronger your strength, the shorter the time, so what?"

"This is just the beginning. Before your memory is restored, it is enough for me to kill you a thousand times."

"Then look at your strength!"

Ming Dao snorted coldly, and rushed towards the Lord of Forgotten with a black light. At this moment, he no longer just attacked hard, but fought desperately. The opponent's magical power was unexpected. The longer the battle, the more unfavorable it would be for him.

"Do you want to fight quickly?"

The Lord of Forgotten laughed: "But do you have this ability? And even if you have a one-tenth chance to beat me, do you think it's meaningful? When Chen Weiming walked in, it means that the war was over."

"We are good at killing people, but the Lord of Desire is good at killing the heart. He can't kill people, but he can make people live more painful than death. He will make Chen Weiming... No, it should be Chen Pan. Even if he chooses to restore his memory at this time, he will have the power of Wujidao."

"If it weren't for the fact that the people who came from the origin of life had a strong personality and had insisted on the meaning of self-existence more than their desire for power and fear of death, if Chen Weiming had not chosen not to integrate memory, there would be no suspense in this war."

"Unfortunately, despite one variable after another, the Lord of Desire still allowed Chen Weiming to come here. Without him and the power of the law, even if there are ten more Tianyan Daozuns, this war will have only one result."

"Is that true?" Ming Dao snorted coldly: "That result is that I will kill you."

With one sword, the anger storm was storming. Even if you could not use the power of the Great Underworld Sword, your combat power was still terrifying.

But he was facing a God at this moment. Before, the Great Nether Sword could not easily hurt the other party, let alone such an attack.

After slashing several times in a row, Ming Dao said with a cold look on his face: "These words should be secrets and cannot be said. I also know that the purpose of your words at this time is to make me worry and distract me, and make you more likely to make money. I have played this trick of fighting the mind for countless times."

"I know Chen Pan and Chen Pan, but I know Chen Weiming better. I know all the top strong men are Chen Pan, and the trust in Chen Pan makes them look at Chen Weiming with pride and prejudice. No matter how much enthusiasm is, it cannot hide the prejudice in the heart."

"Those people think that Chen Weiming is not as good as Chen Pan. Some people even sighed why Chen Weiming survived instead of Chen Pan's direct resurrection, but this is not the case in my heart. Chen Pan's righteousness is forced out, forced by the world, by the situation, and by the enemy. Chen Weiming's righteousness is felt by himself."

"He is not innately powerful and has suffered countless shames, so he understands the sorrow of the weak, and even more understands the desire for salvation in the hearts of the weak."

"He once named the Walker, and vowed that he would never walk under the darkness forever, and would one day live upright and free. Because of the paranoia in his heart, he would see the meaning of his own life more clearly than anyone else."

With a loud shout, his eyes suddenly opened, and the waves of death ripples rippled in all directions like lake water.

This is a magical power that directly attacks the soul and even the origin of life. It is one of the natural magical powers of the Dao of Death. It is unpredictable and extremely terrifying.

Unfortunately, he was facing the forgetful Lord who had Mo Wen's memory. He knew most of the magical powers of the Nether Sword, especially the ripples of death.

The moment the death ripple came out, his hands were intertwined and countless forgetful Taoist patterns were formed, and they were impacting like a whirlwind. However, it was not an attack, but a rapid retreat using the impact force, and instantly retreated from the attack range of the death ripple.

When the death ripple disappeared, he suddenly raised his hand and used a large number of forgetting Taoist patterns to roll the Nether Sword like a strong wind, like a veil, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Your magical powers are extraordinary, but unfortunately, the range is limited, and every time you use it, it consumes a lot of money on your body."

The Lord of Forgotten flew back slowly, and a smug smiled: "After using it, there will be a sudden moment of weakness, which is the easiest to be hit. So although this move is powerful, you won't be able to use it unless you have to. What a pity... You probably can't use it anymore!"

The forgetting Taoist pattern whirlwind just now is not just a veil, it directly covers the operation method of death ripples from memory.

“So what?”

Ming Dao raised the black knife in his hand with one hand, and slowly brushed the black knife with the other hand, bounced a series of lights of death. There was no panic in his eyes, but he was extremely firm: "What you can hide is only memory, but it cannot hide my heart!"

"The heart of a strong man is even more passionate than the Sun Star, and cannot be concealed!"

"Since Chen Weiming dared to come here, he said he had made sufficient preparations."

"I believe that when there is a real need to be determined, he will be more decisive than anyone else!"
Chapter completed!