In the sea of ​​stars, the eight scenes of Xuantian are automatically activated, and the Xuanzhu Tower is constantly trembling.

Xu Yang's current situation is very dangerous. Fortunately, he is in the empty barbarian temple, and no one comes to disturb him. If he kills the first person in this state of troubled inner demons, then the Xuantian Eight Scenery will automatically suck the person's life essence, and the new fragments of the deceased's memory will join Xu Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, making him irreversible.

Without finding the target of killing, Xu Yang walked anxiously in the Barbarian Temple. He released a rolling black mist around him, making it look like a living demon god.

At this moment, the top floor of Zhenxuan Tower opened wide, and a scroll of painting flew out loud. Xiaobai, wearing a white dress, walked down the scroll with a floating light.

Xiaobai is an obsession, which is equivalent to the incarnation of the mind. She directly transformed into a white light and shot into Xu Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Seeing Xu Yang's soul crystal that was already slightly emitting blood, Xiaobai's simple face showed an anxious look.

The Blood-drinking Sword Spirit and the Armor Spirit on the side showed a look of fear when they saw Xiaobai. They were different from humans, with keen intuition and sensed Xiaobai's terror.

Even the Qianyuan Sword Spirit, who had no facial features, was no longer as calm as he was, and he took a step back cautiously.

Xiaobai didn't even look at the three mysterious spirits. She moved her lotus steps lightly and came to Xu Yang's soul crystal. Two purple lights suddenly shot out of her eyes.

These two purple lights seem to have the powerful effect of clearing the original source. Among the originally blood-red soul crystals, faint figures of dead people were driven out. The color of the soul crystals also slowly changed and returned to the original blue color.

Xu Yang's mind and will at this time were still sinking in the endless cycle of reincarnation. In just a few hours, he had personally experienced the joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness of hundreds of people. Birth, old age, sickness and death, and experienced the most unforgettable memory fragments, and each fragment has a strong infectious power.

Suddenly, a thread of purple light, like a sharp sword breaking through the endless cycle of reincarnation, cut a hole in the dead. The memory fragments were forced out by this thread of purple light and drove out of the soul crystal.

Gradually, the dead figures in the soul crystal became fewer and fewer. In the end, the soul crystal finally returned to its flawless blue. The dead figures squeezed desperately towards the soul crystal, mixed with bursts of grimacing teeth and hatred:

"Pay... the price..."

"I hate it so much, so painful..."

However, a purple light turned into a thin light curtain, which isolated these faint black shadows from the soul crystal.

Through the blue soul crystal, Xiaobai could clearly see Xu Yang's mind and will, closing his eyes and sleeping in the soul crystal. Hundreds of dead people, the memory fragments of their lives, have been experienced by Xu Yang personally.

This is equivalent to Xu Yang passing hundreds of lives in just a few hours. It has a huge impact on the mind and will. If it is handled improperly, Xu Yang may even become an idiot.

Xiaobai pointed out lightly, as if he had been immersed in the soul crystal, and his green fingers touched the forehead of Xu Yang's mind and will.

Aroused thoughts gently penetrated into Xu Yang's mind.

"God...who is this woman in white. What is the origin of? She can actually drive away memory fragments. She is simply a powerful man who controls her mind... Could it be a ghost at the level of Ghost Lord? It's impossible, when did the master climb up to such a great god?"

The Blood Drinking Sword Spirit no longer had his usual arrogance and murmured to himself.

The armored spirit black tiger said: "The master has always been mysterious!"

A voice without any emotion came: "Hmph, just an obsession with the strongest. It is water without source, a tree without roots, and it still consumes the source so much? Do you really want the last mark to disappear in the world?"

The person who spoke was the Spirit of the Holy Sword. His flat face still had no facial features, but the strange voice seemed to come from his body.

Xiaobai, a woman in white, turned her head, glanced at the Spirit of the Holy Sword, and responded lightly to three words: "I have no regrets."

"By the way, aren't you also the master's mysterious weapon spirit? As the Holy Sword Spirit, you must have a way to help your master overcome the crisis. Why don't you take action and still say sarcastic words here?" The Blood-Drinking Sword Spirit shouted dissatisfiedly.

Qianyuan Sword Sword Spirit said coldly: "First, this kid is not my master yet. Second, don't compare me with a inferior weapon spirit like you. If this kid is not good at fighting, becomes a devil or becomes an idiot, I will be liberated. Such a wasteful master is not worth my follower."

"Meow, you bad-hearted weapon spirit..." Heihu just said something, and found that the flat face of Qianyuan Sword Spirit "looked" over. It felt cold in its heart and immediately stopped talking.

"Even if you can help him for a while, you can't help him for the rest of your life. This inner demon will eventually be solved by him," Qianyuan Sword Spirit said calmly, "You can't destroy the memory fragments of the dead. This failure will only make them lurk, and the next time the disaster will be even worse."

A confused look flashed in Xiaobai's eyes. After all, she was just an obsession. She did not have the profound realm and extensive knowledge she had in her lifetime. She could only act in the way she thought was right.

Under the influence of Xiaobai's persistent awakening thoughts, Xu Yang's mental will finally open his eyes in the soul crystal. His eyes showed a sense of vicissitudes, and as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone was shocked:

"who I am?"

"You are A Xuan," Xiaobai smiled sweetly, "You are my lover."

"I...is Ah Xuan..."

Xu Yang's eyes were a little confused. He took a step and came to Xiaobai: "What a familiar feeling, this name... A Xuan, A Xuan... Xuan Tian! I am Xuan Tian God!"

For a moment, all three spirits held their breath.

Of course, they knew what kind of person Xuantian God was. With their own strength, they led the human race to stand out from the wilderness era of all races competing for hegemony, and created the peak powerhouse of the golden age that had been 100,000 years.

"It's a big joke, the master seems to be confused!" The armored black tiger wailed.

"God Xuantian, a person who has been dead for 100,000 years is impossible, completely impossible." The Blood-drinking Sword Spirit was also incoherent.

As Xu Yang said this, the portrait of the barbarian god in the Barbarian Temple began to tremble violently, and then the barbarian god stepped out of the painting!

The barbarian god was tall and upright, wearing a white robe, floating out of the dust. He stepped forward to Xu Yang's body and merged with Xu Yang.

Xu Yang's sea of ​​consciousness quickly passed by, turning into the image of a barbarian god.
Chapter completed!