The Imperial Palace of the Eastern Wu.

The appearance of these princes and ministers in front of us has long been forgotten by Wu Yu.

But now, it is so clear that all the decorations in this bedroom are the taste of the Eastern Wu Palace.

The surroundings were surrounded by water, and everyone looked at themselves with hatred, feeling extremely disappointed.

But what scared Wu Yu the most was that the powerful feeling in the past was so far away from now on, and he found that he had no ability. His body was just a mortal. He only had very simple martial arts power, and could only make himself walk as fast as he could. He could not feel all the power of the purple palace, and all the magical powers of Taoism, were also blurred, as if he had never really existed.

I have forgotten all the memories of the Taoist practice. Even all the experiences and the people I met are particularly vague at this time.

This is a kind of terrifying weakness, bringing unprecedented fear.

The sense of security completely disappeared.

This sense of reality doesn't seem fake at all. But Wu Yu's mind is incredibly confused now.

"How could this happen? What happened? Am I dead? Still returning to the origin..."

Wu Yu looked at all this in a daze.

All memories end on the day when I met the six-armed demon ape.

In my impression, it must be dead.

But when you die, how could you appear at this moment? Is it a rebirth?

His mind was blank now.

"Next, is the immortal Haotian coming?" Wu Yu struggled to stand up amid the insults of the ministers, looking outside the door. At this time, snowflakes were flying outside, and it turned out to be cold winter.

"Please go to the immortal of Haotian!"

Sure enough, this sentence in my memory happened clearly before my eyes.

In the heavy snow, a figure like a god landed.

He was wearing a snow-white Taoist robe with many gossip patterns on it. He held a whisk in his hand and could not get close to him. His eyes were as bright as stars. Many evil in the world could not escape his eyes.

Seeing him again, Wu Yu was not as angry as last time. He just looked at the immortal Haotian in a daze, and saw that he once again gave himself the "Soul-Breaking Sol" in a hypocritical tone!

In this cold night, under the disgusting and contemptuous eyes of the princes and ministers, Wu Yu was forced to surrender the already fragile mortal body, which instantly fell to the lowest point, as if he would die at any time.

"Is this a dream? What exactly is it?" Wu Yu was taken to the prison car in a trance and pain. On this snowy night, the prison car rolled out of the palace and headed towards the border.

Wu Yu fell weakly in the prison car, his limbs trembled, his face pale, snowflakes fell on him, and his hair made him pale for many years.

"Sister!" Wu Yu remembered that in his memory, she would appear when he left the palace. To be honest, Wu Yu hadn't seen her for a long time, and today, he missed her a little.

Sure enough, on that snowy night, a delicate woman had tears in her eyes and a panic on her face, and she ran with the prison car, but she couldn't keep up. Wu Yu could only watch her go away.

"sister……"

Wu Yu felt a sense of sorrow. He lay weakly on the bumpy prison car, looking at the sky, and fell into deep thought.

"I am dead. Are you experiencing what I have experienced now..."

"If that's the case, when will it end?"

"If this is the case, then everything would not be so real..." He tried his best to stroke the wooden pole of the prison car, and even the roughness on it could be experienced. He pinched some snowflakes and put them in his mouth. The cold feeling could not be at all false.

"Maybe, this is not a dream, not a rejuvenation, but a new beginning in my life?" This thought made me feel a little scared.

He set out from the Eastern Wu Palace and experienced countless life and death. Finally, he was very powerful when he was in the Nanyin Demon Continent. Many years have passed.

He felt that these experiences were wonderful and exciting. However, if he wanted to walk it again, there might be only fear. He couldn't help but ask, would he have to experience Sun Wudao's death and another struggle with the Demon Swallowing Ancestor? If he did it again, he was really uncertain and could still reach the previous height.

Originally, he was just a little suspicious and everything started again.

But as time passed, he was still half-dead in the prison car, becoming weaker and weaker. The longer the time, the less likely he would be to return to the death.

Until in a deserted forest, the snake demon Wan Qing appeared, Wu Yu stood up and watched her kill soldiers. Maybe she was angry and fearful in the past, but now, he showed a bitter smile. After all, in his memory, Wan Qing had been dead for a long time, and she was a very small character in his life.

Standing here again, of course he would not be as scared as before.

"Wan Qing, I know when you died, believe it or not?" Wu Yu smiled bitterly.

"How do you know I am Wan Qing?" The snake monster turned into a human form in horror.

What she said was different from last time. Maybe it was the reason why Wu Yu said it first. Wu Yu was in a complicated mood. He shook his head and smiled, saying, "I don't know, but I just know everything that will happen in the future. Today, I will not die, but will have great luck."

"I think you are convinced by the Broken Soul San, you are already stupid." Wan Qing said with a grim smile. She still took action immediately, without giving Wu Yu a chance to breathe.

"That's not. I still know that my father was also killed by you." Wu Yu still did not change color at all when she took action. This was the picture in his memory, but because he had known everything for a long time, the picture was slightly different.

Last time, this was what Wan Qing took the initiative, but this time, Wu Yu disrupted her rhythm and said it first. Wan Qing remembered that he had never said it, so he was a little surprised at this time and stopped attacking.

"How do you know!"

Wu Yu estimated the time, and in his memory, the person who gave him a chance to be reborn was about to appear.

"A bad beast!"

Sure enough, a golden sword light came.

Wan Qing's face changed and she quickly fled! She had already noticed the arrival of the cultivator at this time.

Wu Yu remembers that there is a big river next to him. In his memory, Wan Qing hid inside and got a chance to survive.

Tear!

Sure enough, Wan Qing hid there in panic.

"Don't go!"

When Wan Qing disappeared, the golden light immediately chased after him. Wu Yu looked up and saw a scene that made his body a little stiff.

Wan Qing was killed by Fengxue Cliff!

The blue snake died.

It was precisely because Wu Yu said strange words that attracted Wan Qing and made her leave slowly. So she was killed on the spot...

However, Wu Yu clearly remembered that in his memory, he finally killed her.

Memory and reality have a difference for the first time!

This made Wu Yu feel trembling. What is his current reality? Is it a reflection of his death before he dies, or is it a memory that he starts again, and under the influence of something, he returns to the starting point of his life!

"But why do you remember what happened, but you forgot the magical channel technique... and the Vajra Indestructible Body, the Great-quality Immortal Art..."

This is something that Wu Yu can't figure out.

"Can I leave my life again without leaving any regrets, but can I still be like in my memory..."

Wu Yu is very confused. Life is life. It is completely incomparable to passing it once and repeating it the second time.

He didn't have time to think about it any more.

If he missed it, he would not be able to go to the mountains of Bibo.

If he didn't go to the Bibo Mountains, he would never meet Sun Wudao, and he would not be able to get the Ruyi Golden Hoop.

So, when the Fengxue Cliff broke the prison car, Wu Yu quickly showed the scene in his memory.

Even though he was still severely injured and weak, Wu Yu still stumbled and climbed out of the prison car. Even if he climbed, he would climb to the sight of the immortal. He kowtowed a few times and said with all his strength: "Immortal, the Supreme Immortal! My name is Wu Yu, the prince of Wu, Dongyue. He was framed and fell to this point. Please accept me as his disciple!"

This is what he did at that time, and now it's completely repeated.

"Accept me as my disciple! I will spend my whole life to repay your kindness!"

"Master! Disciple Wu Yu, please come to see Master, and here I swear that I will respect my teacher and the Tao for the rest of my life and will repay the kindness of the immortals."

He was full of expectations. He knew that this time there was no mistake and that Fengxue Cliff would bring himself back to the Bibo Mountains.

"You interrupted the soul sank, but I, Fengxueya, don't want to interfere in the matter of mortals. Forget it, let you go to my immortal sect and be a traitor for "Yan Li"."

Hearing this sentence, Wu Yu finally smiled. He succeeded again.

"If it is true, I have the opportunity to start over, I must get the Ruyi Golden Cudgel. Now I have completed the first step, and next, I just need to meet Uncle Sun."

Wu Yu is now very eager to meet Sun Wudao.

Back then, there were so many regrets.

When he died, it was Wu Yu's biggest blow in his life.

"So, can I keep him by my side on the day when Sun Bo died, then he will not die at the hands of Situ Jin..."

When Fengxue Cliff took him to fly over the green mountains with his sword, Wu Yu thought of the most important thing!

Sun Wudao is his biggest regret in his life. He has many doubts and wants to find out from him, and he also wants to know who he is.

What does it have to do with him and Ruyi Golden Cudgel?

Before, I didn't have the chance to ask him.

Now, although it is inexplicable, the opportunity seems to have come.

He was in a state of confusion, but he suddenly had a goal at this moment, which made him very excited.

"No matter what the situation is, at least I can still see Uncle Sun, at least this time, so that he will not die..."

He naturally thought that the regret would not happen again.

...

This plot will be very interesting, it is definitely not that simple.

I wonder if you are playing live broadcasts. Sometimes I feel that typing is a bit boring. Today I suddenly want to typing live. Do you want to watch it?

I imagine that while typing, I occasionally see everyone praise the handsomeness of the madman, which seems quite interesting, at least typing is not so boring.

Book friends can also chat in barrage.

Let’s try it out now. The madman is typing now. I will share my daily life with my brothers. Download a software called [Yinhua Broadcast] on your mobile phone and search for [Feng Qingyang]. Find the one who uses the Swallowing Heaven Record as the cover, click in and see the madman’s typing!

I'll finish writing it when I'm late, haha...

Don’t pay attention to my appearance. After all, we are not handsome, we are selling talent, haha...
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