The dragon roar of the Ni Lin Blade was still echoing over the oasis that had become a purgatory, like a dirge for lost life. The oasis was burned to a scorched earth in an instant under the ruthless ravages of the golden rain of fire set by the head of Kunlun Ruins. The black ashes swirled in the wind, like the wronged souls who were unwilling to dissipate, telling the painful destruction that had happened here.
Lin Feng knelt heavily on one knee, his knee sinking into the hot sand. The rough gravel rubbed his skin, and the bright red blood oozed out, which was immediately absorbed by the hot sand. His eyes were fixed on the direction where Lin Wanqiu's remaining soul dissipated, and his eyes were full of grief and determination. In his throat, a strong fishy sweetness kept surging, as if there was boiling magma burning, but he resisted spitting out the blood, and his teeth were clenched and clattered.
The blood-colored chains on the ground suddenly swelled without warning, like ferocious venomous snakes awakened by some evil force. With the sound of whistling wind, they quickly wrapped around his ankles like living things. The strange runes on the chains flashed with a weird red light, and each rune was like a twisted ghost face. The heavy pressure of the Dragon Slaying Formation, as heavy as a mountain, surged from all directions, pressing his spine so hard that it could not bear the weight and made a creaking sound, as if it would break at any time.
"Want to save her?" The Fox Demon Saint's sharp and mocking voice, like the cry of a night owl, came from the space-time rift that was twisted like a demon's mouth. The black blood gushing out of the severed head of the Nine Infants seemed to have life behind it, and quickly condensed into a new body. At this moment, it had successfully devoured the Thunder Fire Nine Infants and evolved into the terrifying "Chaos Nine Infants".
The nine heads, like ferocious demon heads, each exhaled a completely different terrifying power. The Thunder Head spewed purple lightning from its mouth, like a dancing dragon, and the air was instantly ionized wherever it passed, emitting a pungent smell of burning; the Fire Head spewed out black flames, burning with a strange light, as if it could drag everything in the world into an endless dark abyss; the Poison Head released green poisonous mist, like a surging tide, and wherever it went, the sand was instantly corroded into bottomless black holes; the Space-Time Head was surrounded by distorted light, and when it moved slightly, the surrounding space became chaotic like a piece of paper crumpled by a naughty child.
Thick tentacles continued to grow on the body of the Chaos Nine Infants. Those tentacles were like giant wriggling pythons, each of which was entangled with broken fragments of time and space. The fragments faintly revealed strange scenes of other time and space, some of which were battlefields with flames of war, and some were desolate and dead worlds, which made people feel cold at a glance. "Come to the Abyss of Memory to find me, it's too late, her remaining soul will really be reduced to ashes." The harsh voice of the Fox Demon Saint Envoy was full of malice, like a death warrant.
As the words were still echoing in the air, a purple vortex, like a gate to hell, exploded above Lin Feng's head. A series of creepy whistles came from the vortex, as if calling him to fall into endless darkness. Lin Feng did not hesitate at all, his eyes flashed with determination, and he jumped up and rushed towards the vortex like a meteor. The reverse scale blade drew a brilliant golden arc of light behind him. The light was particularly dazzling against the dark vortex, but it also carried a trace of tragic grandeur.
During the fall, time and space seemed to be shattered and reorganized by a pair of invisible hands. Lin Feng felt that his body was torn by a powerful force, and every inch of his skin seemed to be torn apart. Countless memory fragments, like sharp pieces of glass, brushed through his consciousness with the sound of whistling wind. Among these fragments, there were happy times when he played with his friends in Qingtian Village. At that time, he was innocent and his laughter echoed over the village; there were passionate scenes fighting side by side with Lin Wanqiu. On the battlefield, they supported each other, and their eyes were full of determination and trust; and more were strange scenes he had never seen before. Those scenes were blurry, but they made him feel inexplicably familiar, as if the memories sealed deep in his heart were being forcibly awakened.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an extremely strange abyss. In this abyss, countless mirrors were suspended in the air, densely packed, like a broken galaxy. Each mirror emitted a faint light, reflecting his life at different stages. On some mirrors, he was a child in Qingtian Village, catching fish by the stream, with an innocent smile on his face; on some mirrors, he reflected the figure of a young man fighting side by side with Lin Wanqiu, with fearlessness and determination in his eyes; and more were scenes he had never seen before, including mysterious dragon rituals, dark corners hidden in Kunlun Ruins, and thrilling scenes of himself being chased by black-robed men.
"Welcome to the prison of memory." A voice exactly the same as Lin Feng's came from behind him. The voice echoed in the empty abyss, with a hint of emptiness and weirdness. He turned around suddenly, and saw a figure slowly walking out of the darkness. The face of the figure was exactly the same as his, even every contour and every subtle expression on the face were exactly the same, but the pupils were vertical dragon eyes, emitting a faint green light, and a faint mirror light lingered around the body, as if it was a phantom from the virtual world - it was the remnant soul of the mirror spirit that had appeared in the ruins of time. "What you see is the truth that was erased by the ruins of Kunlun." The voice of the remnant soul of the mirror spirit was calm with a hint of vicissitudes, as if telling a long-forgotten history.
The mirror spirit raised his hand and waved it. The mirror light around him surged instantly, like an invisible force, rushing towards the nearest mirror. The mirror was like a lake with stones thrown into it, rippling. In the ripples, the picture gradually emerged, and a baby in a swaddling cloth appeared. The baby was sleeping quietly in the moonlight, and the looming dragon horns were gleaming in the silver moonlight, as if to show his special identity. A group of monks dressed in Kunlun Ruins costumes quickly surrounded the swaddling cloth like ghosts. They were dressed in black robes with golden runes embroidered on the hems, and their eyes were filled with indifference and murderous intent. The old man in the lead had a haggard face and held a dagger in his hand that flashed with cold light. The runes on the dagger flashed with strange light, as if waiting to devour life.
"You are a hybrid of dragon and human, and you have been regarded as a threat by Kunlun Ruins since birth. They erased your childhood and abandoned you in Qingtian Village, just to kill you defenselessly when you awaken." The voice of the remnant soul of the mirror spirit was like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Feng's heart hard.
Lin Feng felt a splitting headache, as if there were thousands of steel needles stirring wildly in his mind. Memories came like a surging tide, uncontrollably. He remembered the Jingkang Shame he saw in Shixu, with smoke everywhere and flames flying everywhere. Lin Wanqiu's dragon soul was cruelly refined into a battle flag, and the shrill dragon roar seemed to still echo in his ears; he remembered the internal strife of the dragon clan in Longgu City, the city was in chaos, the ground was full of dragon skeletons, and the blood dyed the earth red. The former glory of the dragon clan disappeared at that moment; and the curse of the oasis, Lin Wanqiu resolutely sacrificed himself in order to activate the water purification dragon ball, and that resolute look and gentle smile became the eternal pain in his heart. These scenes are intertwined with the memories shown by the mirror spirit, like an invisible net, tightly binding his consciousness and almost making him collapse.
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"Who am I?" Lin Feng muttered to himself, holding his head with both hands, his nails digging deep into his scalp, and his body kept shaking, as if his soul was trembling in the face of this heavy truth.
"I am you, the stripped dragon soul." The remnant soul of the mirror spirit slowly stepped forward, and the mirror light around it resonated strongly with the dragon power in Lin Feng's body. The two powers echoed each other, like brothers who had been separated for many years and finally reunited at this moment. In the mirror light, the mysterious runes of the ancient dragon clan emerged faintly, and the dragon power surged in Lin Feng's body. Under his skin, golden dragon patterns were faintly visible. "Only if we merge can we fight against Kunlun Ruins and save Lin Wanqiu." The voice of the remnant soul of the mirror spirit was firm and powerful, like a ray of dawn in the darkness.
At this moment, the abyss suddenly shook violently. The suspended mirrors collided with each other, making a crisp but heart-pounding sound. The nine heads of Chaos Nine Infants, like demons crawling out of hell, poked out from different mirrors. Their eyes burned with crazy flames, and their tentacles were like surging tides, with the sound of whistling wind, rushing towards Lin Feng from all directions. Wherever the tentacles passed, the mirrors shattered and turned into countless fragments, scattering like hidden weapons.
"Found you!" The Fox Demon Saint's voice was full of madness, as if at this moment, it had become the master of the world. "This abyss of memory is the best nutrient!" It opened its bloody mouth, which seemed to be an endless black hole, and the cracks in time and space were easily pulled into its mouth like sugar threads. Wherever it passed, the space collapsed rapidly like a drained skin bag, forming a bottomless black hole, which exuded a desperate breath and swallowed everything around it. Under this force, countless mirrors shattered in an instant, turned into dust, and disappeared into nothingness.
Seeing this, Lin Feng's eyes instantly became bloodshot, full of anger and determination. He held the Ni Lin Blade tightly with both hands. The dragon shadow on the blade became clearer in this tense atmosphere, as if it wanted to break free from the blade and soar into the sky. The dragon shadow and the light of the mirror spirit gradually merged, and the two lights intertwined to form a new and more powerful force. Lin Feng could feel the power in his body rising continuously, and the blood was rushing in his blood vessels, as if it was about to break through the shackles of his body. But the oppression of Chaos Nine Infants became stronger and stronger. The mountain-like pressure made it extremely difficult for him to breathe every time, and his heart beat violently in his chest, as if it would stop at any time.
The nine heads launched attacks separately: the Thunder Head spit out purple lightning, which was like a thick python, and struck towards Lin Feng with a deafening roar; the Fire Head spewed out black flames, which instantly ignited the surrounding space, forming a black sea of ??fire. The heat wave rolled in, burning Lin Feng's skin; the Poison Head released green poisonous mist, which quickly spread, and everything was corroded wherever it went; the Space-Time Head distorted the surrounding space, making every attack of Lin Feng seem to be stuck in a quagmire and deviate from the target. His body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and lost balance.
"We can't go on like this!" The Mirror Spirit's remnant soul shouted, with a hint of anxiety in his voice. The mirror light around it flickered more and more violently, as if trying to find the flaws of Chaos Nine Infants. "Concentrate your strength to attack its core!" The voice of the Mirror Spirit's remnant soul echoed in the abyss like a huge bell.
Lin Feng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and gathered all his anger, sadness, and unwillingness in his heart. His body trembled slightly, the muscles on his face were tense, and sweat slid down his forehead like rain. When he opened his eyes again, his pupils flashed with the dual light of dragon and human, and that light was full of determination and fearlessness. He swung the reverse scale blade, and the blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Wherever it passed, the space was like being cut by a sharp blade, and a golden crack appeared. In the crack, a powerful force surged, carrying all of Lin Feng's hope and determination, and rushed straight to the core of Chaos Nine Infants.
At the moment of attack, the Fox Demon Saint showed a strange smile on his face, and suddenly disappeared in the crack of time and space. The attack of Chaos Nine Infants also stopped instantly, its huge body shook a few times, then slowly retreated and disappeared behind the broken mirror.
"Remember, I will wait for you in the Chaos Sea!" The voice of the Fox Demon Saint echoed in the abyss, with a hint of sarcasm and provocation. "When the Nine Infants fully awaken, it will be the end of this world!" That voice, like a curse, lingered in the abyss for a long time.
After Chaos Nine Infants left, the memory abyss began to collapse. The suspended mirrors shattered one after another, turning into countless light spots and dissipating into the darkness. The entire abyss was like a building about to collapse, crumbling. The body of the mirror spirit remnant soul also became more and more transparent, as if it was about to merge into this nothingness. It slowly walked in front of Lin Feng, stretched out its hand, and gently placed it on Lin Feng's forehead. Its hand was a little cold, but it also exuded a familiar breath. "Merge, take back the power that belongs to you." The voice of the mirror spirit remnant soul was soft but full of power.
The two forces collided in Lin Feng's body, and his body was instantly enveloped by light. In this light, he saw his past, present and future. He saw the glory of the dragon race in the past, the dragons were soaring above the nine heavens, it was an era full of glory and power; he saw the conspiracy of Kunlun Ruins, in the dark corners, the black-robed people were planning one killing after another, trying to wipe out the dragon race from this world; he also saw the bond between himself and Lin Wanqiu, the time they spent together, every smile, every time they fought side by side, were like bright stars, illuminating his life.
When everything calmed down, his pupils returned to normal, but the dragon power in his body was stronger than ever before. He could feel as if there was a dormant volcano hidden in his body, which could erupt with infinite power at any time.
"It's time to get out." Lin Feng clenched the Reverse Scale Blade and looked at the exit of the Memory Abyss. There was a faint light at the exit, as if calling him. "Kunlun Ruins, Fox Demon Saint Envoy, and Chaos Sea. I will settle accounts one by one." His voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the abyss, with endless determination and courage.
The moment he stepped out of the abyss, he felt the great changes in the outside world. The once vibrant oasis had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a barren and silent desert. In the desert, the wind was howling, and the yellow sand covered the sky. The ground was covered with time and space cracks, which were like wounds on the earth, constantly emitting strange light. In the distance, the dragon-killing formation of Kunlun Ruins was still in operation, and the golden light rushed into the sky. In the light, the master's triumphant laughter could be heard faintly, and the laughter was full of evil and greed.
