Starting from Scavengers to Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 226 Disappearing Memories

In the terrifying thunderstorm, Xu Chen's body collapsed and regenerated rapidly like a rotten tree, and his soul also continued to grow. He felt as if he was expanding, and at the same time, a desolate and ancient aura emanated from his body. When he came out, pictures that he had never seen before continued to emerge from his mind.

Vast mountains, twinkling stars, flowing rivers, violent wind and rain, erupting volcanoes...

In the primeval dense forest, a behemoth with black air billowing and a giant with a rune shining on its forehead are fighting.

In the void, there is a vast glow, and the giant shadow of the demon god overlooking the world can be vaguely seen.

The stars fell, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, rivers and seas hung upside down, and blood and black air filled the world.

The corpses of the ancient earth piled up like mountains, and soon decayed and turned into dust and mud.

The earth dried up, the plants withered, and the world gradually became desolate and gloomy, until darkness shrouded it...

It may be a moment, or it may be a hundred thousand million years.

Xu Chen's consciousness gradually became blurred in the flow of time, and he gradually lost himself, lost in this magnificent time picture like flowing light.

The phantoms of the two huge shells became clearer and clearer, until golden thunder light covered them, and mysterious purple patterns slowly emerged, exuding a desolate and ancient atmosphere, as if time had accumulated for hundreds of millions of years.

Among the shells, Xu Chen's figure was gradually enveloped by the purple light, and slowly turned into a purple light bead that was more than ten feet in size and churned with plasma.

In the valley where the Feng people lived, the black shell boat that had been parked at the entrance of the cave suddenly vibrated violently, and then disappeared out of thin air in a flash.

The phantom of a golden shell more than a hundred feet high slowly shrinks into the black shell boat.

"Boom~"

The third thunder strike fell.

The black shell snapped shut, tightly enveloping the purple light beads enveloping Xu Chen.

The tumbling thunder light was like a huge mass of plasma, tumbling and impacting outside the shell, sending out a thunderous sound that shook the world.

In Xu Chen's consciousness, there was only boundless darkness and coldness left, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, turning into chaos, and he could no longer feel any changes in his body and outside.

Under the impact of the thunder light, the huge shell phantom continuously shrinks into the black shell. As it shrinks and shrinks, the more brilliant the golden light is, the clearer the mysterious purple pattern on it.

Inside the black shell, the remaining fascia was growing crazily, large pieces of muscle began to pile up, and golden thunder jelly flowed in the blood vessels.

"Puff, puff..."

The purple light beads surrounding Xu Chen began to vibrate, beating like a heart.

In the middle of the purple light beads, Xu Chen's heart was fluctuating with the beating rhythm. Every time his heart beat, the purple light beads swelled.

The meridian periosteum criss-crossed by black shells began to grow and insert into the purple light beads, and merged with the open acupuncture points of Xu Chen's body. The golden plasma, like blood, entered Xu Chen's body through the meridians, and then followed the light. The rhythmic pulsation of the ball flows into the meridians and blood vessels of the shells.

A large number of muscles quickly piled up and grew under the stimulation of the majestic plasma, and soon wrapped Xu Chen and the purple light ball inside. Get full of flesh and blood.

And the color is no longer that kind of pitch black like ink, but a mixture of gold and purple, with an incomparably grand and heavy ancient atmosphere.

Xu Chen has been completely lost in the cold and dark bottomless abyss.

The only thing left of him is a weak will to survive, and the idea of ​​fighting against the catastrophe remains.

The catastrophe continues.

Jielei is already the fifth round.

But Xu Chen's figure no longer appeared in the catastrophe, replaced by a black shell several feet in size.

However, as rounds of tribulation thunder fell and slowly dissipated, the phantom of the golden shell that was hundreds of feet high had completely overlapped with the body of the black shell, and completely converged into it. Therefore, the black shell now is not completely black. Instead, it is covered with dark golden patterns, which looks ancient and mysterious, and at the same time exudes a terrifying aura of discoloration in the world, as if a peerless demon god descended.

Outside the valley, only Feng Yi, Feng Liu and Feng Feiyi were left.

Everyone's face is full of fear and anxiety.

Especially Feng Feiyi, with tears streaming down his face in a daze.

Because as the earth-shattering thunderstorms continued to fall, she felt that Xu Chen's aura was disappearing from her memory, and in the process of forgetting, she felt an inexplicable sadness and pain, as if she was the closest to him. People are about to die, and the whole world is collapsing and destroying.

She could hardly remember Xu Chen clearly, and a most familiar memory was being quickly erased from her mind.

Just like the unexplained sadness in a dream, it hurts deeply but I don't know where the sadness comes from, I can only feel the boundless darkness and coldness, a vague figure gradually sinks into the boundless abyss, gradually drifting away, just As if taking away her most precious thing.

"Who is he, who is this figure? Why did he leave me? Huh..."

For no reason, Feng Feiyi was heartbroken, and suddenly burst into tears.

Feng Yi and the others who were terrified were awakened by Feng Feiyi's cries, and turned their heads together.

Feng Yi frowned, pressed his sister's shoulders and shook them vigorously, shouting loudly: "Why are you crying, benefactor will be fine?"

Feng Feiyi dazedly wiped away his tears, sobbing, "I don't know why I'm crying, who is the benefactor you're talking about?"

Feng Yi didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and said loudly, "Are you stupid, your benefactor is Xu Chen."

"Who is Xu Chen?" Feng Feiyi still asked blankly.

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment and looked at his sister carefully, then turned his head to look at the sixth tribulation thunder that was falling, frowned and said: "Are you scared stupid, Xu Chen is the mortal clansman who rescued you back, He not only awakened many of us from hibernation, but also restored our clan and god patterns. He is very dangerous now. I know you are nervous and scared, but don’t worry, Mr. Engong will be fine. He It will definitely survive, and even come back stronger."

"Xu Chen...Xu Chen..."

Feng Feiyi looked up at the clean and pitch-black barren land, the churning blood clouds in the sky, and the glaring golden thunderbolt crashing to the ground, his face full of pain.

She tried her best to track down the figure that was fading away from her memory, while chanting a familiar but vague name over and over again, as if trying to recall who he really was.

And under her constant painful memories, the blue cross imprint on the center of her eyebrows also began to emit faint light, flickering non-stop, and some pictures about Xu Chen began to appear from the depths of her memory, the figure of a thin young man It gradually became clear from blur, and then turned into dust in the thunder light all over the sky. No matter how she recalled, as long as it was about this boy, it would be destroyed and disappeared in the thunder light.

Looking at these images of being continuously wiped out under the impact of lightning, Feng Feiyi's expression became more painful, she clutched her temples tightly, as if she couldn't combine this strange young figure with that vaguely familiar name.

Slowly, blood seeped out of her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

"Fei Yi, what's wrong with you?" Feng Yi realized that his sister's condition was not right, and quickly put his hands on her shoulders and shouted loudly.

"Who is Xu Chen? Why can't I remember anything! Go and save him, he must be dying soon!" Feng Feiyi wailed loudly.

"Feng Yi, Fei Yi seems to be frightened, you'd better send her back to the cave first!" Feng Liu stepped forward to remind her with a stern expression.

"No, I'm not going back, I'm going to save him!" Feng Feiyi broke away from Feng Yi's hands with tears all over his face, a pair of red wings of light behind his back spread out, and he raised his giant fork with both hands, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the Thunder Tribulation. land.

"Sister be careful!"

"Trench coat!"

Feng Yifengliu and the others were so frightened that their faces twisted.

Although they all felt that Xu Chen was in great danger, the thunder light was too terrifying, not to mention they didn't dare to touch it, even if they awakened the old witch master, they might not dare to try it.

They don't know what the catastrophe is.

But their powerful souls and the inheritance of the family lines in their bodies tell them that this kind of power of heaven and earth is not something any of them can contend with.

Once it rushes up and is stained by the lightning, it will definitely be wiped out.

Feng Feiyi rushed up without hesitation, although they also wanted to rush up to stop them, but there was an extremely rational emotion in their hearts that blocked their impulse, they could only shout and watch Feng Feiyi turn into a red streamer, like flying Like a moth to a flame, it plunged headlong into the thunder.

The golden thunder light like plasma fell on Feng Feiyi's body, easily burning the tight leather clothes into fly ash.

The terrifying coercion like a giant mountain made her feel like a quagmire in the plasma, and every step was very difficult.

Almost the moment she entered Jielei, she had already stepped into the land of death, and there was almost no way to save her life.

This coercion of the Heavenly Tribulation was simply not something she, a barbaric human race with the same strength as the True Yuan Realm, could resist.

From the moment the majestic breath of life appeared, the power of Heavenly Tribulation had already reached the terrifying fifth level.

The robbery cloud with a diameter of more than five hundred feet, placed in the mortal world, is at least as strong as a great monk in the true spirit realm can resist.

But in the Underworld, the power of this Heavenly Tribulation was magnified countless times again due to different rules, showing the strength and aura of the ancient Underworld Heavenly Tribulation, which was greater and more terrifying than the power of the mortal Heavenly Tribulation.

(End of this chapter)