God Killer

"I advise you not to refuse easily, the opportunity to become the greatest existence in this world is quite rare." Shamar's voice is full of temptation.

Zheng Xian smiled disdainfully and said, "You say you are the greatest existence in this world?"

Shamar said proudly: "Of course, in this world, the endless starry sky, apart from what we call the world, there is no existence that can bear such a title."

Zheng Xian smiled, and continued to move forward, stepping into the life that shuttled back and forth, formed by the power of five-color thinking.

These lives are just the moments of Shamar's memory, not real living things. Zheng Xian walked in, stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and immediately a gust of wind howled, and the power of thinking was blown away by the wind, like snowflakes, and disappeared.

Shamar couldn't help yelling in horror: "Mr. Zheng, what are you doing, you ruined my memory!"

Zheng Xian said with a chuckle: "That's right, it's destroying your memory. When you lose your memory, your glory, your so-called divine power, is worthless!"

Zheng Xian walked all the way, waving his hands all the way, everything he passed was like a bubble.

Zheng Xian finally knew the life formed by these powers of thinking and what he was most afraid of.

Since they are composed of thinking, just like the main component of human beings is protein, the main component of them is these memories, these things that happened in the past, what Zheng Xian is doing now is tantamount to taking the flesh from them. Dig out bit by bit.

Shamar's screams filled Zheng Xian's ears.

Shamar's memory is long and long, and the lifespan of the descendant occupying Shamar's body is unknown. It is not an easy task to completely destroy his memory bit by bit. For example, 1 people Kneeling there motionless and waiting for Zheng Xian to chop would also take a lot of time and effort.

Zheng Xian waved his sleeve like sweeping away the dust on the window sill, sweeping away Shamar's memories of the same kind.

Shamar is getting more and more angry. For these living bodies formed by the power of thinking, memory is their body and their most precious thing. Now that these things are destroyed, he almost goes crazy, but he can only scream. Hold on, because he has nothing to do with Zheng Xian, this is the strength of a cultivator, Shamar's power of thinking cannot penetrate into Zheng Xian's spiritual thoughts, but Zheng Xian's spiritual thoughts have now invaded Shamar's memory .

Zheng Xian swept away Shamar's memory, and was about to leave, but suddenly found that after he swept away those memories, a door appeared on the ground, a tightly locked door, as if dust had been swept away.

Zheng Xian landed on the ground and stepped on the door lightly with his foot, it was quite solid and hard.

This must be the more important thing about Shamar. The purpose of Zheng Xian's intrusion into Shamar's body was not to wipe out his memory, but to spy on the secrets of these descendants. It can be said that although Zheng Xian had gained , but it is not as big as he imagined. Obviously behind this closed door is what Zheng Xian really wants to know.

Zheng Xian said, "Shamar, what's down here?"

Shamar, who was screaming and cursing just now, suddenly fell silent and stopped making any noise.

Zheng thought about it first, and basically ruled out the possibility of Shamar's layout for him, then narrowed his slender eyes slightly.

Zheng Xian's divine sense erupted with sharp rays of light, and then Zheng Xian stepped on the thick gate, and the gate shattered, decaying like a gate more than 100 years old.

Zheng Xian followed and fell down, and then Zheng Xian seemed to be caught in a dark whirlpool of water, his body followed the continuous flow of the river water, the black water flowed very fast, and it was up and down, up and down, without stopping Undulating, ever-circular walls overhead.

Mr. Zheng suddenly had a feeling that this was not black water, but blood. He, Mr. Zheng, was in the blood vessels of Shamar's body at this moment, being supported by the blood to flow in the blood vessels.

Soon after, Zheng Xian's idea was confirmed, and Zheng Xian felt the slight and regular vibration of the black water around him.

Not long after, Zheng Xian not only felt the vibration of the blood vessels, but also really heard the dull sound like beating a drum.

dong dong dong dong dong dong dong...

As Zheng Xian moved forward, the sound became louder. At first it was just as thin as a mosquito and fly, but now it was like a sound of a big bell.

Zheng Xian's spiritual thoughts trembled following the sound.

At the end of the blood vessel, a dark portal appeared. The portal was closed, and it was harder than the portal that Zheng Xian stepped open before.

Zheng knows first and then moves forward, it is Shamar's heart, where there should be something he wants to know.

Shamar, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke again, "Mr. Zheng, you can't go ahead!"

"Do you think this sentence can have an effect on me?" Zheng Xian felt that Shamar's words were simply ridiculous.

Shamar's voice was deep and fierce: "Mr. Zheng, if you don't stop moving forward, I will find a way to die now. In this way, not only will I die, but your divine will will also be buried here."

Zheng Xian said: "I have broken all the bones in your body. I have knocked out your jaw and all your teeth. You are like a useless person. Why should you say death? Remember, I am the only one who allows you to die." Only when you die, your life is mine now."

Shamar suddenly let out a desperate laugh, "Mr. Zheng, you are too... How do you say that word, yes, conceited, you are too conceited, do you think that if you break my bones, I can't die? You are wrong, those of us who have descended or we all have a way of dying with exhausted thinking, if you don’t get out of my body now, I will immediately start to exhaust my thinking, and let your distraction be buried with me .”

Following Shamar's roar, Zheng Xian obviously felt that the walls of the blood vessels around him began to become rough, and the loud and throbbing noise in the distance also began to become low and lifeless.

Zheng Xian really didn't expect Shamar to die in such a way. The differences between races are too great, so Zheng Xian's knowledge of Shamar is very limited.

However, it is not easy for Shamar to choose death in front of Zheng Xian.

Next to Shamar's body, Zheng Xian was staring at Shamar's every move. Seeing that Shamar's skin began to become rough, Zheng Xian immediately felt that something was wrong with Shamar, and immediately squeezed Shamar's wrist with one hand, A force of vitality, and at the same time, Zheng Xian's divine sense also conveyed Shamar's thought-depleted matter.

Zheng Xian who was outside sneered when he heard the words, and turned the vitality that had entered Shamar's body, along the way, directly into Shamar's mind, and then radiated out from his mind continuously, covering all parts of Shamar's body. wander aside.

And divide troops to garrison every part of Shamar's body, as soon as Shamar's body starts to die, these vitality forces will start to strengthen Shamar's physical body.

The withering of Shamar's thinking is to drive the withering of the physical body. Now that Shamar's physical body does not die, there is no way for Shamar's spirit to die.

Shamar may be able to make himself extremely weak, but in the end as long as his body does not die, his mind cannot die either.

Zheng Xianben was quite experienced in repairing the body, at this time Shamar really wanted to die.

Zheng Xian's spiritual thoughts didn't stop, seeing that the blood vessels on the top of his head no longer continued to shrink and age, he continued to move forward.

Zheng Xian approached the door, and stretched out his hand to touch it. The door was really hard, and it felt like touching a mountain, a hot mountain.

Behind this portal lies what Shamar wants to hide.