This endless world

The soul is the carrier of memory, and memory is an extension of the soul.

For the extraordinary people of the soul obsession system, they have no critical point in the absolute sense. Having their heads blown off will not stop them from acting, and having their hearts pierced will not stop them, because they are not in the conventional sense. s life.

Because death is just the beginning.

But this does not mean that the soul person is truly immortal. When the obsession is broken to a certain extent, they will also be affected, and even the memory will continue to flow out as the consciousness is broken. When their obsession is not enough to condense into a complete form, what will disappear at that time is the consciousness that constitutes the origin of the soul...

That is to say, in a sense, the soul is scattered and cannot be reincarnated forever.

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--Where am I?

She lay in the bottomless pit, staring blankly at the small hole above, the only remaining patch of dim sky. There seemed to be something black in the sky that was sneering.

--What am I doing?

A new question appeared in her mind. She blinked and began to gradually remember something.

——I seemed to be fighting before.

Fighting, fighting with whom?

She blinked blankly again, wanting to move her body, but before she could think of this idea, there was a feeling of emptiness in her consciousness. It was the feeling that something important was missing. It made her extremely uncomfortable.

--Who am I?

A name rises from the depths of the soul and takes almost no time.

It is impossible to forget that it was the answer she finally found after spending one thousand five hundred and seventy-three years walking on the earth; it was the answer she spent one thousand five hundred and seventy-three years working with those she had ever encountered. The bonds established by people are memories that belong exclusively to her and her name.

The blood flows like black iron, and the heart is as fragile as glass. This is the chant of the infinite war system, and it is also the source of her name.

"I am... Liuli."

When long-lasting memories floated to the surface of consciousness from the most unforgettable place in the depths of the soul, Liuli also woke up from the confusion. She moved her head slightly and found that she was lying in a bottomless pit, and more than half of the obsessions that made up her soul body were damaged.

The Shield of Odin in her left hand stood quietly beside her. Although the front was badly damaged, and broken data streams were still falling down like silver snowflakes, the shield was still strong. In the end, it was like a monument.

Even if the Snowflake Shield is damaged, it will still protect her master.

On the front of the shield, there are only eight light spots of runes left shimmering on the shield surface. It was the Bagua runes that were formed just now, forming the "spiral away" effect in the Bagua. The offset and distortion are overwhelming. The direct attack of some sins allowed Liuli to survive...but even so, her obsession was shattered by the beating, and she almost died.

——The most critical life-saving means has been used, and there will be no next chance.

Liuli looked at the Shield of Odin in her left hand, shook her head slightly, and turned the shield that could not be used again into a stream of data and returned it to her body. Since it is no longer usable, it is better to recycle the remaining data and spirit energy to restore the current extremely poor state.

There are still extremely high sin concentration reactions on the surrounding ground, and the shattered obsessions that have been scattered can no longer be recovered, and the eight-legged horse Pranier was also beaten into nothingness by the previous direct hit, even if he was in a near- In a desperate situation, Liuli still forced his body to float, flying towards the entrance of the hole where he was knocked down.

After flying for who knows how long, Liuli flew out of the seemingly small hole and returned to the surface again. And there, just staying here makes one breathless, and the black sun of rebirth is still hanging high in the sky.

"I didn't expect that you are not dead yet."

At this time, the huge mouth in the center of the black sun has been closed, but the thousands of eyes surrounding it slowly turned and looked at Liuli at the same time. When he saw her miserable appearance, Ashiya Michitoshi spoke again. Full of malicious ridicule: "Uh-huh! I didn't expect that you haven't turned into nothingness yet! But, this is just right, this is just right!"

"How can there be no bystanders when the poor monk reappears after a thousand years and is about to embark on the steps to ascend to the gods again!"

A slightly normal sentence was followed by madness and laughter. Just by being in the air, Liuli could feel the strong sense of oppression coming from Ashiya Michitoshi, and finally understood why Xin Bi'an and 10032 No. was unable to defeat the opponent, and in the end had to sacrifice his life to seal it.

Because, the sense of oppression coming from Ashiya Michito was as suffocating as facing the whole world.

It is not the "danger prediction" of the first-level gene lock, but the most instinctive feeling of living things. It is the fear of the lower end of the food chain when facing predators, and the suppression of the lower ones by those with higher life essences.

There is a gap in the essence of life between the fourth level and below. It can be said that the two are completely new and different species; and between the fourth level and above, there is naturally this difference in the essence of life... Moreover, this is a situation under objective conditions. It is a personal suppression and cannot be transferred by human will!

——This guy, a thousand years ago, already had half of his foot on the path to becoming a god.

——Even if he was stopped, before he was sealed, he had already squeezed part of his essence into the inside of the world, hoping to take advantage of the opportunity of swallowing an entire plane to become a saint from the intermediate level of Demon King in one fell swoop!

The computing power of Nether's core allowed Liuli to draw conclusions without spending even a tenth of a second. In terms of strength, Ashiya Michitoshi's strength is not outstanding, at least compared to Xin Bi'an, who is an intermediate demon king and a golden elixir-level cultivator, has awakened the light of the soul, and has top-notch moves and techniques. The native Onmyoji is undoubtedly the weak side.

However, the difference in personality and his ambition to "replace the heart of heaven with the human heart" resulted in Ashiya Michitoshi being able to heal himself by absorbing energy almost unlimitedly. If the force exerted in a short period of time cannot produce a one-hit kill effect, then no matter how many times he is knocked down, Ashiya Michima will be reborn again at an extremely fast speed. As a last resort, Xin Bi'an chose to seal his way... Some kind of To a certain extent, Ashiya Domitsu already possesses a hint of the immortality of a saint.

"Do you regret it? Are you afraid? Do you regret facing me because of your own ignorance?" Ashiya Michitoshi was still shouting crazily: "I will not kill you, but I will let you see the end of this world. I will let you see how the whole world is swallowed up by me!"

"Let you see how the things you guys who call yourself the saviors of the world protect and save are destroyed by me!"

——Still, do we have to go to this point?

Sighing, Liuli's right hand hidden behind her back quietly appeared as a shadow of the auditorium, and she raised her head and said slowly: "This world may end, but it will never be today."

"How dare you say that?"

Ashiya Michitoshi sneered at this. In the wild laughter, boundless malice resounded throughout the world: "Is it based on your scarred body? Or is it relying on something? You..."

"On me."

A quiet word sounded in the void, followed by purple thunder.

This lightning is like a waterfall, turning into a purple angry dragon hovering high, tearing open the space, driving away the black mist, burning sin, and driving away despair.

From the crack in space, Yang Yun slowly walked out.

"Is this...the aura of the Purple Thunder Sword?"

"You got that woman's power?"

Ashiya Michimi's voice seemed to be surprised for a moment, but the surprise turned to viciousness the next moment: "Nothing more than that! The power of a dead man, plus an ant that is not even a demon king, even if they are added together... "

Ashiya Michimitsu could not continue speaking, because in front of him, incredible things were happening.

The purple thunder dragon circled and danced, turned into plasma again, and was kneaded, expanded and compressed by a clear and clear air. Purple plasma blended with fresh air, and countless energy spread from Yang Yun's body, forming muscles, blood vessels, meridians, and human shapes in an instant...

At the next moment, a hundred-meter-tall giant made purely of thunder and lightning stood up from the ground. If you look closely, you will see that this giant is a bold young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky, and his face is as bright as the stars in the sky. His expression is even more lifelike... just like the reincarnation of an overlord, bold and majestic, unparalleled in his domination!

Standing at the heart of the thunder giant, Yang Yun raised his head, thrust the nearly 50-meter purple thunder sword into the ground, and looked at Ashiya Doman, who was astonished beyond measure.

"I said that."

"On me."