Reverend Insanity: Version 365: Grey memory

This catastrophe is simply unreasonable!

Not only will he cross the robbery to the immortals, they will be trapped on the ground, but they will also affect their thoughts.

No idea to move the maggots, how can the maggots use their means?

Unless there is a wise way to compete.

But there is also a premise that this intellectual means must be arranged beforehand. Otherwise, once priority is given to the ground subsidence, even if the immortal is a sensible backhand, it will not be able to perform.

It ’s better to start first, then to suffer later.

If you lose your first mover, you're almost done.

It can be seen that the strength of the catastrophe, let alone the catastrophe above it.

"Abominable !!!" Ying Wuxie struggled endlessly, but with no results, he got deeper and deeper, yelling.

"Don't struggle, don't think too much. These will make us worse off, and this is not something we can solve at this time."

Accurately, Mo Yao's residual soul inside is very calm.

She has experience.

During her lifetime, she helped Ai Lang Bo Qing cross the robbery. The catastrophes she had seen were even more terrifying than this!

Comparatively, the Holocaust seems to be mild and harmless.

"It seems that I can only hope in the salvation of the body." Ying Wuxie sighed, staring at the ghost of the monster.

I saw that the ghost of the demon statue is also sinking in mud, with a pair of dark feet, half of whom have fallen into the ground. Not only that, the forefoot part of his left foot was also sewn tightly on the ground.

This is the result of the previous attack on the fairy embroidery building in the ghost of the monster.

Peeping the leopard in the tube, it can be seen from this that although the ghost of the monster is extremely powerful, he has actually exerted his full strength but has no control over the whole situation.

At this moment, two of his six eyes stared at the prison tower, making it immovable, and the other four were staring at the sky.

Above the sky, in the dome. The grey wailing cloud became denser and began to descend slowly.

The second calamity is coming.

But it's different from the first storm thunder cage, the speed thunder cage is so fast that it is unimaginable. In a blink of an eye, Feng Lei was in prison, already in prison.

The speed of this catastrophe is extremely slow.

It seems slow enough to get the robbers to make countless counterattacks.

But the ghost of the demon statue did not move.

He stands silently, as if a silent mountain.

"Did the body already hit the trick?" Ying Wuxie yelled. Anxious, "You have a good chance to fight back at such a good opportunity!"

But until the grey sorrow cloud almost completely covered the ghost of Mozun, the latter did not move at all, just stared at the tower of the sky and controlled it firmly.

Tianting Xixian is bitter.

They use the imaginary method to make Jiantian Tower avoid the attack of the ghost of the ghost. But I did not expect that the virtual realm of the ghost of the demon is far beyond imagination, and it is definitely a master class.

Monitoring Tower ’s tactics. Instead, it is used by the ghost of the demon, and can no longer return to the entity. Can't return to reality, how can we fight and how can we harass?

"Heaven is here!" Ying Wuxie gritted his teeth and waited for the gray sorrow cloud to slowly cover it.

Xian's stiff and thin eyes could not help narrowing his eyes, his muscles were tight.

The fall of Havoc has already left them powerless to fight back. Is the end of Bo Qing and the innocence of evil now when all the calamities are coming?

But the gray cloud descends. It seemed harmless.

"What's going on? Is there any harmless harm?" Ying Wuxie was nervous for a long time, but he didn't see any movement, he touched his body with both hands, and shouted in surprise.

Xian Zhuangboqing did not answer him.

However, some of the celestial beings in the heavenly courts recognized this great disaster. But Ying Wuxie is unable to know the answer.

"Is this Grey Remembrance?" cried the recognizable Celestial Sage of Heaven.

"What is Grey Remembrance?"

Tianting Zhuxian was caught in the memory: "When I was young, I once inherited the inheritance of an eight-turn Zhuxian. At that time, the eight-turn Zhuxian was defeated by the memory of thousands of ashes. , Barely left the heritage. This horrible man does nothing harm to the flesh, but directly draws out the deepest memories in his heart. These memories. They are the major psychological traumas that once brought Du Jie and the fairy, or the shadow of life. "

"Don't underestimate this calamity. The eight-turned sage, under this calamity, has been struggling to support less than a piece of incense, so he is frustrated and discouraged, no more A little bit of warfare, no fun. "

"The saying goes, he is his own worst enemy. Similar to Ghost Demon, invincible, then is n’t his greatest enemy his own? If people live in this world, even if they become the nine enlightened masters There are always times when we are weak. We always practice step by step from weak to constant and become stronger. Ghost Demon Slayer kills the world, with heavy killing and horror. Later generations speculate whether he was a child, What excitement. "

"Who can't hide the deepest pain in his heart? Who can't have something that can't be ashamed? Who can't make a decision that violates nature? Who can grow up without making mistakes? Wonderful, Wonderful! This is a terrific death! I am afraid that the ghost of the demon is about to be planted here. "

Various calamities-gray memories.

It was because of this recognition that the ghost of the demon demon did not move.

He knows that no matter what kind of attack, he can't resolve the robbery. Only by engaging in it and facing the past's unhappiness, shadows, shame, and stigma, can we survive.

The gray clouds lingering around him suddenly became glorious, and there was a sound.

The childhood scene of Ghost Demon is presented to the immortals.

"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

A dry teacher, surrounded by a family of three, with red eyes and a roaring face.

"Dad! You can't kill your mother !!!" A boy guarded his mother who was seriously injured behind him, shouting exhaustedly.

"Hum, everyone in the magical way, everyone is stunned! Righteousness destroys relatives, and Fang is the right way! What ca n’t be killed? Not only can it be killed, but it must be killed. Only by killing her can we cleanse our people. The shame of the elders headed by the princes! "The righteous old man, righteous words, opened his mouth and drank, is the boy's grandfather, the head of the family.

The words of the patriarch received a lot of responses from the elders and elite teachers.

They shouted.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

哧.

A light noise, bright red blood splashing.

The boy turned quickly, and the next moment, his eyes widened. The eyes shrink to the size of the needle.

I saw his father, who had passed him in an instant. His face flushed, his teeth were critical, and his eyes were tearful. The intense emotions in my heart are difficult to suppress. The sharp blade he held in his hand was deeply embedded in the heart of his beloved wife.

The boy opened his mouth to call.

But after all, no sound was made.

Since that day, he has become dumb.

Obviously, this little boy is the ghost deity of his childhood.

The shadow of his childhood under the influence of Wan Zhai Hui Yi. No longer just buried in the hearts of the parties, but displayed in front of everyone.

When the fog changes, another picture appears.

About a few years later.

The boy has grown up a little, standing prudently in front of Grandpa.

As the patriarch's grandfather, he took a sip of tea and asked leisurely, "I'll let you read through the historical books of our family. Are you gaining anything these days? Come, tell grandpa."

"Grandpa." The boy gave a gift first, so he said, "The grandchildren have learned a lot these days. I have a lot of experience."

"Oh? Tell Grandpa." The old man said with interest.

"Grandson looks at history and finds that there is one of the biggest truths in the world, and that is-kill." The boy calmly said.

"Kill?" The old man frowned suddenly, his voice dimmed, "Explain to Grandpa."

"Yes." The boy continued, "We are hungry. If we want to feed our stomachs, we must kill the prey. If we have enemies, we must kill them and lift the threat. There is peace in the world. We must kill Heroes, control of power ... "The boy talked bluntly, but did not notice that the old man frowned.

The boy continued: "Throughout history, you killed me. I killed you. What is a hero? That is, there are many and many enemies to kill. What is a loser? That is, you cannot kill each other and you are killed."

"Actually, although killing is only a word, there is a deep knowledge in it. How to kill, do you use the maggots yourself, or hire a magister to do it for yourself? Sometimes. If you ca n’t kill it outright, if you kill it, Will cause big trouble, then choose assassination. There are many differences in assassination, such as ... "

"Enough!" The old man roared violently, and smashed the cup in his hands to the ground.

Shards sputtered on the boy's cheek, and a spit was made suddenly, and the blood slowly shed.

The old man twitched, stood up, pointed at the boy, and yelled angrily: "I let you read the history books, I want you to admire the achievements of our ancestors, and to know the glorious history of our family. Is to Let you understand the courtesy, honesty and shame, and let you know the glory of the right path. You actually realized a kill for me? What kind of heresy is it ?! You, you, you, give me a month's ban, stay in the room and reflect on your mistakes! ! "

"Yes, grandpa." The boy took the lead, his voice low, but there was a stubborn light deep in his eyes.

In the fog, the picture changes again.

A few years later, the boy has become a junior teacher.

"Oh, ha, I always gotten into hiding today and hid in the study to surprise Grandpa!" The boy sneaked into the study quietly.

"Huh? No. I just turned the Master, but Grandpa turned it around four times. He wants to find me, it's as easy as a palm. It's better to hide behind a secret door, hide in a secret passage, and then come out to scare Grandpa." The boy changed his mind again, opened the secret door, and hid in.

Not long after, he heard movement.

He didn't dare to open the secret door and could only listen to his voice.

Two people entered the study.

His grandfather walked hurriedly and looked angry.

"This inverse! He really wants to rebel? To hurt his dear ?!" The old patriarch was furious, slamming his palm on the desk case, and making a loud bang.

"Patriarch, the evidence is conclusive! The patriarch's intelligence that you have obtained eighty years of life has been leaked. The murder of the patriarch is definitely beyond doubt.

A hoarse voice.

The young man heard it instantly, this is a family member, the patriarch's confidant.

"Hum! This boy, wants to take power from me, is it possible ?!" the patriarch shouted.

"Master Patriarch, there are a lot of seniors beside the Patriarch." Just listening to the husky voice again.

Silent for a moment.

The voice of the young grandfather sounded somberly: "The power of the boy is indeed not to be underestimated. If it is blatantly killed, it will not only damage the reputation of the right path, but also lead to family clashes and loss of family power. Hmm ... Then prepare yourself, start with your strengths, find a chance, and quietly assassinate him. When the light of death is gone, as long as you kill this villain, other family members will naturally be scattered.

"The patriarch is wise!"

In the secret passage behind the secret door, the boy tightly covered his mouth, shaking all over his body. (To be continued.)

...