I said I'd go back in time

Chapter 318 Thinking
Two swords, one black and one white, erupted in the city, smashing everything in front of them into powder with unrivaled momentum.

However, the darkness transformed by the Heaven Slashing Demon Sword continued to disintegrate, and it was obvious that he was still at a disadvantage when facing the Blazing Heaven Sword.

"Haha, dear son, if you want to kill your father, this power is far from enough."

The leader of the Immortal Palace slashed out with a sword, and the sword light instantly tore the entire street apart, involving countless passers-by, turning them into blood mist.

The young man swiped out the shadow sword all over the sky with his backhand, swallowing the sword light with boundless shadows, resisting the opponent's attack.

He snorted coldly and shouted: "Old dog! Your physical body is much older than mine, and your blood is no longer at its peak. Let me see how long you can stay with me!"

The leader of the Immortal Palace laughed, and the sword light was like thunder and lightning, tearing through the darkness all the way, piercing the young man.

"I also know that the bullying father is old, and he is indeed a filial son taught by me. Daddy is so pleased."

Facing the menacing sword light, the young man shouted loudly: "Filial piety! You! Mom!"

The next moment, the two swords, one black and one white, collided again and exploded, engulfing one street after another.

As the two masters continued to fight fiercely, almost half of the city was turned into ruins.

And all of a sudden, the darkness transformed by the Heaven Slashing Demon Sword exploded and blasted towards the leader of the Immortal Palace in a self-destructive manner.

"Huh? The sword spirit self-destructs?"

For a moment, the gaze of the leader of the Immortal Palace froze, and the Blazing Sky Sword he was controlling burst out with unprecedented light at this moment, and it is unknown how many people inside and outside the city were stabbed blind by the sword light.

And after a long time, with the gradual dissipation of the sword light, most of the city had disappeared without a trace, and was completely razed to the ground by the self-destruction of the sword spirit of the Sky Demon Sword.

But in this desperate place where no life was left behind, there was still a figure standing proudly, looking thoughtfully at the barren battlefield in front of him.

"Hehe, on the surface, he pretended to fight me to the death, but secretly, he was ready to use the Heaven Slashing Demon Sword to self-destruct as a cover to escape... I am so big, I am getting more and more like a father like me."

"Let me take a look and see where you will escape to."

……

one year later.

In this world, a certain country, a slum.

In an extremely dirty and chaotic shack, flies were flying around, and the scorching air made the whole space look like a steamer.

And on the scorched, tattered mattress, a ragged man with disheveled hair was lying quietly.

The man looked thin, his skin was rough, his nails were full of dirt, and his whole body exuded an unspeakable stench, like a beggar who had wandered for many years and had been mixed up with the entire slum One.

"It took a year to cultivate, and finally healed the injury in the body..."

When he fought against the leader of the Immortal Palace a year ago, he knew that if he, who was seriously injured at that time, continued to fight, he would definitely not be the opponent's opponent.

So he ran away all the way when he found an opportunity, hiding his tracks on the way, treating his injuries, and finally found an opportunity to return to the present world and hid in this slum.

Although the place is mixed with dragons and snakes and the environment is worrying, it is suitable for him to heal his injuries.

All kinds of movements in this slum over the past year, whether it's the cries of injuries, the silence of despair, the restless quarrels, the sounds of blind entertainment...all gathered in his mind, allowing him to clearly feel countless Human pain, confusion, drunkenness and dreaming.

And this slum has a history of hundreds of years, generations of people were born here and died here.

They are stipulated in this country that they can only do the most menial jobs, and they are not even allowed to leave the slums to live, let alone contact with other classes of people.

Generations of people continue to suffer the same pain, the same despair, as if they are forever trapped in the poverty that he cannot break free.

In the past year, the young man has personally experienced this life of poverty and hell, and felt all kinds of pain in the world.

This kind of life, which was rare in the past rebirth, brought him a special experience.

"The excessive order of the present world makes these people no longer have the slightest possibility of resistance. Generation after generation... they live in this world like pigs and dogs..."

The young man stood up slowly, came outside the shack, and walked on the street full of mud and various smells of feces.

After a year of experience, this kind of dirt has completely failed to affect his state of mind.

Not only that, whether it is dirty or painful, all kinds of suffering, joys and sorrows, good and evil in the world seem to be difficult to leave traces in his heart.

At the same time, traces of Gang Qi surged out of his body.

A year ago, in the fierce battle with the leader of the Immortal Palace, his martial arts had broken through again, surpassing himself who thought he had reached his limit.

And after this year of cultivation in the slums, not only did he not need to exert any effort to suppress the negative influence of evil spirits when using any extraordinary martial arts, he could even use this negative influence to push his own strength to break through the limit and go to the limit. carry on.

I saw that where the youth passed by, killings bloomed.

Countless poor people who were calm just now, or who were drunk and dreaming, suddenly became emotional one by one, and they began to kill each other and plunder everywhere.

As the young people walked, riots unseen in hundreds of years spread throughout the country.

And it's just that the young man slightly released the influence of the evil energy in his body, and radiated it to ordinary people a little bit.

In the past two years, besides recuperating from injuries and observing the world, the one thing young people do most is—thinking.

Think about the gap between yourself and Lin Xing and the leader of Xiangong.

Think about how to win over your opponent.

Think about how to get stronger.

"There is still a gap between me now and the leader of Asgard two years ago."

He thought in his heart: "The peak of the third inheritance is already the limit that practitioners in the world can reach before the inspiration arises."

"It's incredible that I can make another breakthrough."

"But recalling the strength of the leader of the Asgard Palace, why is it stronger than me now?"

"Skills, sublimation, vision, unique skills...all of them have been tempered to the limit by me, and now even evil spirits have become my help rather than hindrance."

"Then what's the difference between me and that old dog now?"

Looking at the city caught in the flames of war, the young man did not speak, but left the country and continued to measure the world with his own feet.

In the next year, he traveled to one country full of order after another, observing the world from a perspective that he had never tried before, but he only felt a sense of lifelessness.

"In such a world, what future is there?"

"The matter of the imbalance between the evil spirits of the two realms, after I kill that old dog, and then deal with Lin Xing, the mad dog, it must be completely changed..."

At this moment, he is no longer passively agreeing with and inheriting the idea that the leader of the fairy palace once said, but has his own views on the world, and has given birth to his own overbearing idea of ​​wanting to transform the world, a kind of strong will to rule the world. want.

But dominating the world and changing the world with one's own ideas is the prerogative of the strong.

As the strongest among the strong, his desire to dominate the world, who has made breakthroughs in power time and time again, is naturally getting stronger and stronger.

"Time is up."

After staying in this world for two years, he finally waited for another opportunity to open the fairy gate.

With his latest breakthrough and his own thinking, he stepped into the fairy gate again and went to another world.

……

boom!
A loud noise came from deep in the mountains.

With the collapse of the mountain and the destruction of the forest, the young man was seen chasing and killing a strong man from the evil sect.

And similar pursuits are what he has been doing since he came to this world.

The reason for doing this is, on the one hand, to cut off the wings of the leader of the Asgard Palace, and on the other hand, to obtain more information about the leader of the Asgard Palace.

After a long time, the battle between the two sides finally ended, and the young man successfully captured the opponent alive.

hours later.

boom!
With a light palm, the head of the hunted master of the evil sect was smashed by the youth.

The young man was thinking about the information he had obtained in his mind.

"The leader of the Immortal Palace used to cooperate with Shilin Temple... According to the information I found last time, their activity location is in Jiangyang Province."

Next, he went to Jiangyang Province to investigate again, and he finally confirmed something.

"Lin Xing, it really came from this world."

"It even has a very close relationship with Daguangming Temple."

"The old dog cooperated with Shilin Temple, and I don't know how to erase Lin Xing's memory and send him to the present world..."

When he thought of this, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes: "The old guy knows so many secrets about me and Lin Xing, could it all be related to Shilin Temple?"

"He also mastered the mind-reading method of Shilin Temple? Did he rely on mind-reading to obtain the information in our hearts?"

After realizing this, the young man decided to find a way to fight against mind reading.

After spending two and a half years, he finally found the inheritance left by the old man Wuxin, in which he found a way to prevent being read by Shilin Temple.

Not long after, he captured Baiyun Sanren again, and got more information from him.

"The old dog is the Emergence Reincarnation Chapter of Taiqingmen, the memory injected into the puppet."

"But if this is the case, wouldn't he want to be both the master of the Shilin Temple and the Taiqing Sect and inherit it?"

"Can he master both martial arts and martial arts?"

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes narrowed: "If I really can practice both martial arts and martial arts, then I must master this kind of power in the future."

Through constant investigation and thinking, the young man also learned more and more about the many secrets of the leader of the Asgard Palace.

At the same time, he gradually had a new thinking on a problem.

How did the leader of the fairy palace control Lin Xing's memory?
He has recalled and thought over and over again in the past few years, but he has never recalled any chance for the other party to correct Lin Xing's memory.

"If in my memory, he doesn't have any chance, then the rest may...be out of my memory."

In the young man's mind, a possibility kept appearing, a possibility he had never tried, a time point he had never been to.

"What is it like when Lin Xing loses control to the end...Speaking of which, I have never lived to the moment when Lin Xing completely collapsed."

"Did something happen at that moment?"

This time, the youth decided to live to the last moment to see what would happen.

(End of this chapter)