A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 403 Memories Are Like Stars!I am Xiao Luo, and I am also Murong

Murong Huang?
Who is this?Wasn't Cai just a person who called himself Xiao Luo?Su Mo felt that everything about him was out of his control.

He really became a soul inhabiting someone else's body.

call--

The scene in front of Su Mo changed again.

In the empty room, Su Mo felt like he was sitting on a high chair.

There was no one in the room.

"The Tian Huang Sect has endured for nearly ten thousand years, and the Great Murong Dynasty has also been established for 4000 years, but everything must have a beginning!" Su Mo felt that Murong Huang's voice trembled slightly, even a little excited.

"Respect the will of the young master!" In the empty room, only someone answered, but no one was seen.

"Too Huang... Demon Lang... Demon Coffin... Goddess..." Murong Huang said to himself, and Su Mo felt that he was leaning on the big chair very tiredly.

Su Mo felt the exhaustion.

It was the first time Su Mo had heard these words Taihuang, Mo Lang, Mo Coffin, and Tiannv.However, he felt that they were both strange and familiar.

Those words were like stones thrown into his sea of ​​consciousness one after another, causing ripples in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Cough cough—cough cough—" Murong Huang coughed, and Su Mo had heard that sound before.Because Xiao Luo's cough sounded exactly the same.

call--

The house in front of Su Mo disappeared.

A garden, peaches and plums are fragrant.

Su Mo felt himself sitting cross-legged under the peach blossom tree.He was wearing a black robe trimmed with gold, half of which was scattered on the grass.

"Your Highness! The empire's 300 million cavalry have been assembled! Please give your orders." Someone asked in Taoyuan.However, Su Mo still couldn't see anyone.

"Pass my will! 300 million cavalry will pass through the domain gate within three days, divide the troops into seven groups, and go straight to Dongling! People who don't surrender to my Murong dynasty in Dongling, kill them!" Murong Huang's voice was cold.

"As ordered!"

……

"Send the order to break the army. After three days, rectify the troops and enter the black water to stand by!" Murong Huang issued orders one after another, but Su Mo couldn't understand them.

"The young master is as wise as the sea, and his subordinates sigh!" The one-armed middle-aged scribe appeared again, "Ziyou Xianling, the five realms are in motion, everyone's sword is pointing at Dongling, but the young master wants the soldiers to turn black!" Water! Curiosity! Curiosity!"

"I'm just making arrangements with the strength left by Mr. Back then!"

"...In the Great Murong Dynasty, iron cavalry could sweep across the sea and wilderness, but that was all in the mortal world....The battle of Dongling was originally a battle of monks! What is the use of ordinary soldiers?" asked the middle-aged scribe.

"Because Buddhism is merciful, immortals don't kill ordinary people!"

"In the eyes of a Buddha, you don't ask about the enemy or yourself, but about the common people! How stupid?" Murong Huang smiled strangely, "And I am a devil, and I want to be ashamed!"

I am a demon, and I want to succeed in everything!

Su Mo heard Murong Huang's words clearly.However, it was like a dagger pierced into Su Mo's fairy heart, and the pain was indescribable.

I am a demon?Am I really a demon?

Su Mo had a headache and wanted to groan, but like a nightmare, there was no sound.

Cough cough - cough cough -

Suddenly, Murong Huang's body hunched up, and he couldn't stop coughing.Murong Huang covered his mouth with his hand, and Su Mo saw the black blood in his hand.

Then, the bloodstain began to enlarge infinitely.In the end, it dimmed into a purple blood light.

…………

"Sir, why?" The scene changed again, and Su Mo felt that he was holding a ray of five-color brilliance, "I would rather suffer forever than seek liberation from the saints! Sir, what do you want?"

Su Mo felt himself crying.

The pain in his heart spread, uncontrollable.

"The wilderness lasts forever, the Xingjun is immortal!" Su Mo felt that he was standing on the mountain, surrounded by darkness and nothing, but there were thousands of people shouting.

"Boom boom boom—" the war horse neighed, and the army artillery fired.

"You have to pay the price for Taihuang, and you have to be buried with your husband!" That was not what Su Mo wanted to say, but he felt that he said it himself, and it was with a strong murderous intent.

Su Mo seemed to feel his empty eyes.

Mister is dead!

kill!fight!Endless fighting!

Su Mo himself was killing people, but he didn't know who he was killing.However, he could feel bloody and murderous.Su Mo felt depressed.

His alchemy sea and consciousness sea were incomparably painful.

His soul trembled.

A girl in a black skirt floated in the air.She has a pair of gray eyes, and she controls a strange flying blade.She can actually turn into a black bird.

Her name is Ya'er.

Another peerless man, dressed in white than snow, with a temperament like a lotus.Star pupils are like water, and smiles are like spring breeze.A faint cyan halo emanated from the man's body, untouched by the dust, with a natural charm.

His name is Lishui.

Those people all appeared in Su Mo's memory.

A woman with a hideous ghost face.Dressed in purple, hunting against the wind.Like snow-white hair, flying and fluttering.Su Mo had seen that nun before.

However, her hair was all white!
Her name is Shen Yan.

An old man with white eyebrows like snow and black robe like ink.Tall, standing in the void, majestic and full of murderous aura.

He is Xiao Tianting, the Emperor of Desolation.

These people appeared one by one, and then fought chaotically.

The fog was heavy, and Su Mo was in a trance.Vaguely, he also saw many monks, but he couldn't see their faces clearly at all.

Boom-boom-

Su Mo didn't know what kind of battle it was.Is he in it?He is like watching a play, but he is in the play.

The female cultivator in purple has fallen!

The male cultivator he had met twice appeared.

This time, he was not dressed in black or white, but in blue.A black-clothed Buddha shadow floated above his head, and an ancient immortal lamp was burning in front of him.

At the same time, a black coffin traversed the long sky.

The moment Su Mo saw the coffin, his heart and soul shook violently.It was an irrepressible feeling.He wanted to shout, there seemed to be an inexplicable power in his body.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a huge wave.

Boom-boom-

"The heart of a Buddha and a demon will not fall into perdition, and I am the only one who is the only one to be honored!" said the monk in blue awe-inspiringly.

The seals are like stars, in a trance.

Su Mo didn't know what kind of technique it was.

"Shen Yan, you are my moment and eternity!" the monk in green said in a deep voice, and at that moment, Su Mo felt his body fleeing quickly.

Otherwise, he will die.

Between the mountains, one step is thousands of miles.Su Mo's body was quickly withdrawing from the fighting area.

There are hundreds of thousands of mountains, and Dongling is endless.

Su Mo couldn't control everything by himself.He is like duckweed, drifting with the tide.

However, at this moment, he saw a woman coming towards him.It was a stunningly beautiful woman in a blue dress, with a graceful figure and well-proportioned bumps.

Su Mo was taken aback.

Where did she seem to have seen this woman?
Dongfang Jiuer?

Isn't that the nine princesses of the Dongfang clan?Although there were some differences in appearance, Su Mo could tell that it was the same woman.The same breath, the same eyes.

puff--

However, Su Mo felt that when he reached out his hand, he struck a sword very casually.

Blood spattered, and a sword pierced through the heart.

The female cultivator in blue didn't even have a chance to react.There was astonishment, horror, and unwillingness in her eyes.

She, wants to see the person she loves!

She didn't even know why she was killed?However, Su Mo understood.Because she blocked Xiao Luo's way.

wow——

Dongfang Jiu'er's blood spread instantly, covering the entire sky in an instant.

Oriental joy!
At that moment, Su Mo's sea of ​​knowledge finally set off an uncontrollable wave.Countless fragments of memory shone like stars in his mind.

Black fragments, shining like the scorching sun.

Wow--

In Guigan Inn, Su Mo stood alone in the barrier, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.However, his eyes were instantly clear.

Just now, it was just a dream!

"I'm Xiao Luo! I'm Murong!" Su Mo's eyes flashed a cold light.

(End of this chapter)