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"The force field of the memory world has come to the brink of collapse..." Shuqi Xiao, the architect, reminded Feng Qinglang in a low voice.

In fact, this undoubtedly means that Feng Yaling's breath of life will disappear at any time.

But she didn't know that she, who had already spanned thousands of years, was undoubtedly still happy at this moment. After all, everything she believed in was still eternal.

She said softly: "Aaron, I feel sleepy again, I think... maybe I need to sleep a little longer."

Seeing that Yi Ren was about to turn around leisurely and wave goodbye, everything seemed like a dream, Allen couldn't help saying: "Wait...Ya Ling, let me take a good look at you again!"

"Fool..." Feng Yaling's voice gradually became like a whisper, her hand slowly slipped out of A Lun's, and the last trace of strength and life flowed away from her body...

Allen didn't cry loudly, but his shoulders trembled slightly. Infected by his spirit, the whole world fell with heavy snow, and the earth was instantly frozen for thousands of miles!

This world is gradually fading...

The voice of the angry wave became the final comment, and he said softly: "Waiting for thousands of years, just to get together for a moment! In the smoke and water, the flowers will fall and people will die..."

When everything around them faded away, they returned to the ocean again, surrounded by endless ordinary wooden doors...

The once peerless Yiren have left, and Di Allen's spiritual imprint has gradually faded. This is his last afterglow...

This is the first time he manifested in front of everyone, his eyes passed over everyone's face one by one, and when he stayed on Nu Lang's body, facing Nu Lang's unconcealable sadness, Allen's eyes flashed comfort and joy. Frankly, like a traveler who has finally walked out of the desert, and also like expressing to Nulang that he has been worried for thousands of years, and it is finally over with ease. Nulang doesn't know whether the other party has fulfilled his wish or is still regretful...

His gaze moved to Feng Qinglang again, which was full of encouragement and comfort, and then moved to Li Yinuomian, Hao Xiaxue, Wanglou, Oslun and others, who were also descendants of the Di dynasty after a thousand years...

When his eyes met Dongditian's, the two of them actually smiled gently at the same time, I don't know if it's a meeting and a smile to wipe away the hatred...

He bowed to every strong man and every illusion. Finally, his body had faded to the extreme, and he waved goodbye to everyone casually, and then, like a ray of breeze, slowly dissipated between heaven and earth!

The last mental power was all used as an indicator symbol, staying on a wooden door standing in the void in the distance.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the door was slowly opening. If it wasn't for Di Allen's reminder, the existence inside might have slipped out without anyone noticing.

Feng Qinglang hurriedly withdrew from her sad emotions, took the lead in flashing in the direction of the door, and shouted in a low voice: "It may be Trisia, everyone is ready!"

"No, that's another Dongditian! I can feel it." Dongditian said in a calm voice.

Everyone's hearts trembled, the Dongditian who was fighting side by side with him in front of him was already quite powerful, what would be the strength of Dongditian who had returned from another world?

"The strength is very powerful! He has inherited part of Trisia's power!" After all, they have the same origin, and Dong Ditian was extremely sensitive to point out the strangeness of his other self.

Feng Qinglang stared at the wooden door that was gradually opening, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Attention all illusionists, prepare to activate Blinking Millennium!"

Unger couldn't help becoming nervous again. Once activated, all links will start from him...

The wooden door suddenly burst open, and a cloud of black smoke surged out, as if the inside of the wooden door was a place of fire, Dong Ditian was at a loss for it, he felt a familiar sense of intimacy, as if seeing a long-lost relative, It was also like the string in the deepest part of my heart, which was gently plucked, and I couldn't help but resonate with it, and I couldn't help but greet the cloud of black smoke.

There happened to be another master of psychiatry near him, His Majesty Bluefield almost moved his hand forward at the same time as Dong Ditian reacted, a crystal water curtain blocked Dong Ditian's body, Dong Ditian hit On the water curtain, the whole person woke up suddenly, and saw the cloud of black smoke rushing towards him, and they almost collided in an instant!

The spiritual force field of the black smoke stunned many people present. Anger was also in it, and Feng Qinglang didn't have time to blame him. She took the lead to lead the crowd into the depths of the black smoke's spiritual sea, Drink in a low voice: "Ange, don't be distracted!"

Anger responded in a hurry, and quickly captured the other party's mental power. In the vast memory drawer, he didn't have time to choose the most suitable memory node. He pulled out a memory, even if there were so many people in it. The back is used as a spiritual pillar, but after extracting this memory, Anger still collapsed for a while. He really wondered if his face in reality was as pale as paper at this moment. He even thought a little scared, if there were not so many People are supporting themselves, I am afraid that all his strength will be emptied in the previous moment, and become a mummy...

"Unger, report the time point!" It was still Feng Qingqing's voice that brought Unger back to his senses.

Anger hurriedly said: "28 years before the founding of the Di Dynasty, and two years after Dong Ditian's death..." As he spoke, his voice became inaudible.

How is it possible, is the memory extracted after death?

After a person dies, how can there be memory?

He has even begun to imagine how the illusion masters around him will criticize him.

But to his surprise, there was complete silence all around!

In the space of this memory fragment, everyone is accompanied by the cloud of black smoke, slowly falling into the endless void, just like falling into the depths of a black tornado, the surroundings seem calm and dead, but full of tearing feeling The space is turbulent, wandering around everywhere.

A hoarse voice full of magnetism came out from the black smoke, and said in a daze, "Where am I?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"..."

Instructor Ximu couldn't help exclaiming: "Is this the legendary underworld?"

"Could this be the eternal fall from the legend?" The tree-dwelling owl also asked a little confused.

"Does memory really exist after a person dies? The return of the dead will allow us to see the memory of the dead just in time?"

"..."

From bewilderment to excitement, a group of illusionists started to discuss one after another, and they didn't pursue Anger's terrible mistake for a while.

Most people are fanatical about academic research in the field of illusion. They have memories before graduate school all their lives, and they have never seen memories after death. They are all inexplicably excited.

It was Feng Qinglang who woke them up: "Quiet, listen carefully to what he is saying!"

"...Why are there strange voices around, what is the memory of the dead?" The hoarse voice seemed to be thinking.

Chan Mo lost his voice: "Aren't we ghost-like existences? How could he hear our discussions?"

"Please be silent, Your Excellency Chanmo!" Feng Qinglang's voice couldn't help but be filled with anger, because he realized that the situation was a little out of control.