Chapter 30 Forbidden Memory

Because of Wei Li's partial belief and partial hearing, his position was no longer neutral, so those who wanted a "fair" competition finally had to fail. At the same time, he ordered the entire faction not to compare "immortal weapons" with Liujiang Fusheng.

The matter of the contract was publicized, and everyone claimed that the vision last night was the result of a thousand-year-old treasure.

Although thousand-year-old treasures are rare, they are nothing compared to "immortal artifacts".

However, Taoist Zhiyang unexpectedly turned out to be so reliable this time. He didn't show any of his usual bad habits of using his temper to resolve matters. It seemed that he really treated his disciple Fusheng with a different attitude and had high hopes for him.

This made him, who was originally heavy-hearted, feel a little relieved. He also understood that it was difficult to protect Shuda's floating life with his ability, but with the protection of the leader, it was different.

Others are not stupid, and understand the attitude of the leader. Some of the undisguised greed and plunder can only be suppressed again, and they can make other plans in private.

Boom!

A sky-shattering loud noise sounded in the east, and the hair on Wei Li's body exploded from his tail to his scalp. He turned his head in surprise and saw purple thunder and lightning rolling in the clouds over Wumei Mountain.

Thunder disaster?

How could it be another thunder disaster?

The unwilling people in the building just now were shocked and happy at the same time. They turned into hungry wolves one by one, looking at the sky with green and glowing eyes.

Last time, the "immortal weapon" was born in Jiutun Mountain, but this time it was Taoist Zhiyang's mountain. What caused the thunder disaster?

Will it be another "immortal weapon", or some rare treasure bursting out of the spiritual soil?

Although if other sects of cultivating immortals know this, they will definitely laugh at them for thinking that they are stupid in cultivating immortals. However, recent events have constantly refreshed their understanding and impacted their three views. Therefore, even if the legend has disappeared for thousands of years,

If the "underworld" reappears, they may be able to accept it with their jaws dropped.

“Go check it out!”

Several fast rays of light fell on Wumei Mountain. Taoist Zhiyang had a vague premonition. He took the lead and ran to the door of Liujiang Fusheng Retreat. He saw that right above it was the hardest-hit area with lightning and thunder. He gasped.

tone.

Others followed him and rushed over. The door was wide open and a man stepped out.

Astonishingly, it was Liujiang Fusheng. He was looking directly at the sky. He was wearing a white and blue disciple uniform and hunting in the wind. His black and soft green hair spread out on the back of his fair neck. Behind him, a ten-foot-wide Frost Immortal Sword floated in the air.

Stirring the air currents, it attracts purple light and lightning to come down.

A dazzling white light burned away all the turbid fog, misty clouds circled the sky, spiritual energy floated like light rain, and the light spots turned into pure white air and injected into his six-flavored body.

He felt as if the emptiness in his body was slowly being filled by something, and those imprisoned memories seemed to be loosened for a moment, and several scenes flashed quickly in his mind.

There is a heartwarming scene of a woman hugging a child, laughing and kissing her cheek...

There is a scene of a stern man beating a choking child with a dogma, and then he is distressed by the scene of a child being softly coaxed with medicine...

There is a scene of a young girl playing and chasing with a boy...

Scene after scene, messy and short, incoherent, fleeting, but yellow and warm.

Are those his past memories?

Before he could think about it again and again, the scene changed in vain——

Cold rain fell from the dark sky, and the water mist and moisture obscured the towering buildings, and the spreading scarlet color on the ground continued to fade.

A young man in a dark robe was carrying a headless corpse with bloody flesh in his hand. He was walking alone on a dark road, staggering and walking in a slender and slender way, as if he was drunk.

The shadow trailed behind, like a poisonous snake following the dark ink.

At this time...he raised his neck and raised his head, and turned around with a smiling face——

Liujiang Fusheng's eyes suddenly suffocated, and all the memory fragments instantly shattered and exploded.

All the swarming spiritual power was poured into his heavenly spiritual root, and a flawless glazed white lotus blossomed.

The foundation is completed.
Chapter completed!