After being sick and scum, welcome to the Shura field

Chapter 30 Banned Memories
Because of Wei Li's partial belief and partial listening, his position has long been out of neutrality, so those who wanted a "fair" competition had to fail in the end. The news of the bond was announced, and everyone claimed that the vision last night was a thousand-year-old treasure.

Although millennium treasures are rare, they are nothing compared to "immortal artifacts".

On the contrary, Taoist Zhiyang was unexpectedly so reliable as the head of the sect this time, and he didn't have the habit of solving things with his temper at all. It seemed that he really treated his apprentice Fusheng differently and gave him deep and high hopes.

This made him, who was originally in a heavy mood, heave a sigh of relief. He also understood that it would be difficult for him to protect Floating Life, which was so big and windy, but with the protection of the head of the sect, it would be different.

The others are not stupid, and they also understand the attitude of the head of the sect. The greed and plunder that are undisguised on the surface can only be suppressed again, and they will plot other things in private.

Boom!

A loud bang sounded in the east, and Wei Li's hair exploded from his tail to his scalp. He turned his head in surprise and saw purple lightning rolling in the clouds above Wumei Mountain.

Thunder Tribulation?

How could it be Thunder Tribulation again?
The unwilling people in Fangcai Building were surprised and delighted at the moment, turning into hungry wolves one by one, looking at the sky with their green and glowing eyes.

The last time it was the "immortal artifact" of Jiutun Mountain, but this time it was the top of Taoist Zhiyang's mountain. What caused the thunder calamity?

Will it be another "fairy artifact", or some rare treasure burst out of the spiritual soil?
Although if this kind of thinking is known by other sects of cultivating immortals, they will definitely laugh at them for being stupid in cultivating immortals, but what happened recently has continuously refreshed their cognition and impacted their three views, so now even if the legend has disappeared for a thousand years The "Underworld" reappeared, and they probably could accept it with their jaws dropped.

"Go and see!"

Several flashes of light fell on Wumei Mountain, Taoist Zhiyang vaguely had a premonition, he ran to the gate of Liujiang Fusheng's retreat first, and saw that directly above it was the hardest-hit area of ​​lightning and thunder, he gasped tone.

Others also rushed over with him, only to see that the door was wide open, and one person stepped out.

It was indeed Liujiang Fusheng, he looked straight up at the sky, he was wearing a white and blue student uniform, and he was flying in the wind, his black and soft black hair scattered on the back of his white neck, behind him was a spiritualized ten-foot-wide Linshuang fairy sword floating in the air, the atmosphere The agitated airflow surged, and it led the purple light and lightning down.

A piece of dazzling white light melted all the turbid fog, misty clouds surrounded the sky, spiritual power floated like light rain, and the dots of light turned into pure white air and injected into his body.

He felt that the emptiness in his body seemed to be slowly being filled by something, and those imprisoned memories seemed to loosen for a moment, and several scenes flashed through his mind.

There is a warm picture of a woman hugging a child, laughing and kissing her cheek...

There is a picture of a stern man beating a choking child with dogma, and then coaxing him with medicine...

There is a picture of a young girl playing and chasing a boy...

Scene after scene, messy and short, not coherent, fleeting, but warm and warm.

Those are his past memories?

Before he could think about it again and again, the scene changed in vain——

The dark sky was covered with icy rain, mist and moisture covered the towering buildings, and the scarlet that spread on the ground continued to smudge.

A young man in a pitch-black robe was carrying a bloody and headless corpse in his hands. He was walking alone on a dark road, staggering and walking, as if he was drunk. His shadow dragged behind, like a dark ink-spitting poisonous snake.

At this time... He lifted his neck and raised his head, and turned around with a smiling face——

Liu Jiang Fusheng's pupils suffocated suddenly, and all the memory fragments shattered and exploded in an instant.

All the swarming spiritual power poured into his Heavenly Spiritual Root, and a flawless glazed white lotus bloomed.

The foundation has been built.

(End of this chapter)