"What is God?"
Zhou Yi looked up at the sky with an incredible look on his face.
The level of strength has reached the level of Zhou Yi. He can open mountains and cut off rivers with a snap of his fingers. He no longer believes in any legends about gods and gods, and naturally he does not believe in the existence of God in the world.
"God is Heaven's Will!"
Old Lu's voice gradually became cold and stern, and every word was like a knife cutting. "Our family acts on behalf of God and kills you who have jumped out of the three realms."
"It turns out that Heaven's Will is targeting me!"
Zhou Yi thought for a moment and asked, "Then King Who Pacifies the North, Tang Mingyuan, Emperor Longqing... do they represent Heaven's Will?"
"Of course."
Old Lu A ghost head emerged from the body. It looked very similar to the former Tang Zhiyuan. His eyes turned into will-o'-the-wisps, and his mouth opened and closed to let out a ghostly roar.
"It's a pity that they are not strong enough and can only act according to their nature, and it is difficult to understand Heaven's Will!"
When Zhou Yi saw Tang Mingyuan, he became enlightened and looked at the other ghost faces. Sure enough, there were several dead old friends, who were obviously devoured by Old Lu after practicing Ghost Immortal Longevity Sutra.
"How virtuous and capable I am to provoke God to kill me. No matter life or death, victory or defeat, I will die without regret if I have this honor."
"Jiejiejie..."
Old Lu laughed strangely, and in a flash, dozens of ghost faces rushed towards him like a tide. They were all terrifying and ferocious, and their auras far surpassed that of Martial Grandmaster.
"Little Yi, our family will always remember you!"
Zhou Yi opened and closed his eyes, shooting out streams of infuriating energy, easily annihilating the grimace, and waving his hands to spray out countless Sword Qi, like an endless raging river.
Sword Qi swept across, cutting Old Lu into pieces, and then soared into the sky and tore apart the dark clouds covering the sky.
The cold moonlight fell from the gaps in the clouds, shining on the palace that was mostly shattered in one blow. Zhou Yi stood among the broken walls and carefully sensed all directions.
Old Lu's aura dissipated, and it seemed that he was indeed dead.
Since the last fight, Zhou Yi's martial arts cultivation has increased for two hundred years, and has reached a state that is difficult for him to judge.
Even illusory monsters and monsters can be easily wiped out.
"This Heaven's Will doesn't seem to be that good either?"
Zhou Yi had no expression on his face and walked up to Hall of Diligent Governance, intending to summon officials to repair the palace and then thoroughly investigate the person who set the fire tonight, including the nine clans.
After taking the throne for more than a hundred years, he repeatedly revised the laws of the Zhou Dynasty, moving closer and closer to justice.
Perhaps due to unknown influences, the punishment for punishing the Nine Tribes has not been revised. Some new-style officials born in the Zhengtong Dynasty often petition Zhou Yi to eliminate this punishment, saying it is inhumane.
"Today I am very happy to have our big enemy removed, so I will only kill the three tribes..."
Zhou Yi paused, and suddenly felt Spirit Soul twitching. The pain that originated from the deepest part of the soul was ten thousand times more painful than any torture.
Now Zhou Yi's physical body is made of true energy. It is no longer flesh and blood. Broken arms and legs can be reborn, but there is no way to resist the pain of the soul.
Spirit Soul Deep in the depths, a mass of black mist was flowing around.
Dozens of grimaces appeared on the surface of the black mist, led by Old Lu, who let out a continuous weird laugh.
Old Lu obviously made no sound, but Zhou Yi's soul heard the words, and the communication of thoughts and Spirit Soul became more convenient and faster.
"The Duke's martial arts has reached an unbelievable level. Even if God helps us, we can't defeat him. Since it's difficult to break through from the outside, let's break through from the inside and devour Spirit Soul directly."
As he spoke, the black mist split into dozens of ghost faces and flew in all directions, leaving only Old Lu himself in the mist.
Each ghost face occupies a boundary and then begins to decompose itself, turning Zhou Yi's originally pure Spirit Soul into a grayish state.
The soul of Zhou Yi saw all this, but didn't know how to kill it. He watched the ghostly face constantly eroding his Spirit Soul, and the extreme pain made him feel a little dazed.
The majestic true energy flows through the meridians, trying to wash away the grimace attached to Spirit Soul, but it is of no use.
Those ghosts that corrode Spirit Soul are as if they are not in the same dimension as the physical body and Qi. Even though Zhou Yi can cut off mountains and rivers, there is nothing that can be done about them.
"Jiejiejie..."
Old Lu smiled strangely and said, "Don't waste your efforts anymore. Our family is already dead. How can you kill a dead person?"
"What on earth is ?"
Zhou Yi's face was calm and unfazed. After being the emperor for more than a hundred years, he had already lost all emotion and anger. Even if he faced death, he would not be afraid.
"What is our family..."
Old Lu had the upper hand, but hesitated and spoke after a long time.
"Our family is now an illusory memory. It depends on God for its existence. If Heaven's Will is lost, it will disappear!"
"Memory?"
Zhou Yi didn't need to continue asking, he already understood what Old Lu meant. Many strange pictures appeared in his mind, as if they were things he had personally experienced.
For example, I learned swordsmanship from my master since I was a child, and after going through countless hardships, I became a swordsman...
Such as traveling through time and reciting poems and writing poems based on memories of past lives...
Another example is being born with Buddha nature and becoming a Buddhist monk...
Endless memories were forcefully poured into Zhou Yi's mind, as if he were experiencing the long lives of dozens of people at the same time, with everything happening every day and every month clearly visible.
"So, God can't kill me, so he just wants to change the poor way?"
Zhou Yi clings to his mind, trying to resist the erosion of memory, but the memory is born from the bottom of his heart and cannot tolerate rejection at all.
"Our family is Zhou Yi, the governor Eastern Depot, not some bullshit swordsman, let alone a bald donkey... could it be that Xuan Yun True Person is my previous life? Or a certain life?"
Zhou Yi has lived for more than two hundred years, and his experiences are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The memory of three or five people can be integrated into it, and it can still keep oneself awake. However, when dozens of people are integrated into it at the same time, they soon begin to doubt their identity.
What's more, the owners of these memories are all momentary heroes, and their memories are far more polluted than ordinary people.
"It's finally almost done!"
Old Lu looked at the dark Spirit Soul and couldn't help showing a proud look. As long as all the memories were in chaos, he could seize the body and control all the memories.
Even if it is no longer the pure self at that time!
The fusion of memories is long and short. In just a few breaths from the outside world, Zhou Yi has experienced a long life of dozens of people, and it is no longer clear which one is his true self.
"Who am I?"
Zhou Yi murmured to himself, "My surname is Tang? Huo? Or is my surname Li..."
Seeing this situation, Old Lu knew that the time had come, and the ghost face flew out of the black mist, rushing towards the only remaining aura of light in Spirit Soul.
I don't know where this aura came from, but it was extremely dazzling in the pitch-black Spirit Soul. No matter how much memory washed away, it could not be erased. The radiance it exuded was an irresistible temptation for Old Lu.
Old Lu acted cautiously during his lifetime, and would definitely resist the temptation of the aura and integrate Spirit Soul's control memory according to the established plan.
The current Old Lu is just a ball of memory without any ability to make independent judgments. He felt the temptation of the aura and rushed over.
"As long as we swallow it, our family will achieve eternity!"
Old Lu rushed into the spiritual light and saw a floating green tree. It looked like a branch randomly cut off from the tree.
"This is it?"
Before Old Lu could get closer, the branches burst out with bright light, and tens of thousands of years of memories poured out.
No matter Eastern Depot Governor, or the Daoist priest who is a master of swords, they are not even a drop of water in the raging torrent of memory, they are all washed away in an instant.
outside world.
Zhou Yi moved his hands and feet, and the true energy in his body was quickly refined into Mana, and he looked up at the sky.
"Pindao is back!"