Scriptures of the Great Emperor - Chapter 165

“Blood? This is… what blood?”

Looking at the blood that seemed to be acquainted but not at all, Lin Biao felt a sting in the brain.

His consciousness is blurred, as if he is in a dream, it is also a so-called hallucination. On the other hand, he bites his teeth and tells himself that this is not an illusion, but a missing memory…

Because of this statement, he has some basis.

The man in the dream is taller than Lin Biao. Although it looks exactly the same, it has a generally tall body and a generally high size. But Lin Biao feels that he is taller than himself.

Ok, after all, this is just a psychological feeling.

But from the perspective of this person, it seems that the world is in sight!

What opposes him is the innumerable means of the heavens and the earth. The ancestral world is a small pawn. Among them, there are clusters and a small part that exudes an unimaginable expanse.

What is not true, however, is that even those people are just a little more powerful reptile in his eyes.

The screams of anger resounded between the heavens and the earth, the blood stained the earth, and the nose was infinitely stinking. Whether it was visual or tactile, the five senses became the **** of Shura.

The red-stained sword keeps inserting into the enemy’s chest. The battle between the strongest has no fancy and earth-shattering, but the energy of each hit can make the starry hole penetrate, let the ancient dragon burst!

In this constant battle, the blood stained the eyes of Lin Biao, the wind and sand blocked his throat, and the heavens and the earth rolled up the blood filled with blood, and eventually fell silently.

Of course, Lin Biao has been standing at the end, even if the sword in his hand is already missing.

At this time, the dream began to become extremely unstable, as if something had happened, and finally he only saw a blue shirt…

it’s a pity!

Lin Biao returned to God and still stood in this cave. In front of him was the sword that shimmered with thunder, and he was less than half a foot away from the sword at the moment.

No, or less than a foot is more appropriate.

Because Lin Biao’s outstretched hand is about to come across its hilt.

Unfortunately, it is natural because he has never seen dreams so clearly. When did the first time start?

He can’t help but fall into meditation.

Since the first time he had done a strange dream in Nie Fu, Yanshi Village, he often dreamed of something weird. No, strictly speaking, every time he could dream, but most of the time he would forget it, so he only Make sure that it is not his hallucination, but a piece of memory he lost.

But never once can be as clear as it is now!

The most unfortunate thing is that he still did not see the last figure, he has a faint feeling, that figure is very important to him!

“But why can this blood remind me of so many things?”

It is conceivable that this blood is related to him, but in the end he is only a young man who has passed through the earth. Even if he “returns the corpse to the soul” is not counted, then if this blood is actually his, this does not make sense.

But if it’s really Nie’s saying…

He thought a lot, but it turned out that it was all in vain, and as time went on, he found that the impact on him seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

“This sword…”

His eyes returned to the sword.

If that is really the missing memory in his memory, then where do these memories come from?

Is he really an ordinary youth from the earth?

“That’s the kind, the memory of past lives!”

Although it was only a preliminary speculation, he said it very positively.

To practice this step, the so-called past and present life is no longer just ordinary yy, but a situation that may exist.

If this is the case, then whether he comes from the earth or the aborigines of this world does not matter.

So what he thought before was totally indifferent.

Speaking of why he cares about those things, the road to the front is naturally straight, this is the established matter, he now thinks too much and just take care of himself.

So his gaze fell on the hilt.

In the dream, or in the crippled memory he believes, this sword is his weapon.

Wait… I am not my own yy?

“Why is my weapon appearing in the tunnel of this village?”

Although he did not know why, Lin Biao had already regarded this weapon as his own possession.

(Hey, the old man in the village will cry.)

Finally, this tunnel has come to an end. Except for this sword, he did not see the old village chief in his imagination, which shows that he is going the wrong way.

But even so, he seems to be destined to come here, as if driven by something.

The saying is destined, or it has long been arranged.

The mind unnaturally remembered the shadow of Teng Yi.

The beautiful and dangerous woman brought him the same feeling as a bomb full of flowers. Although it was very beautiful, it could not afford other thoughts.

Or it is more appropriate to use a thorny rose.

Lin Biao shook his head and stopped thinking about her. He put his gaze on the sword in front of him and said how to deal with the sword.

As the master of this sword (has already taken the owner), he feels that if he is countered by his own sword, it is a big joke.

But if he can get here, then Teng Yi wants him to take the sword, maybe this is a test.

Wait, how come the woman went.

If someone now tells him that the face he has been unable to see clearly in his memory is Teng Yi, he will not be surprised.

In addition to shocking the years of Teng Yi…

Of course, when it comes to the age of the girl, he thinks that this is still conservative. Although it is difficult to imagine what kind of anger will be done by Teng Yi, who has been blinking for a long time, but if he really teaches His words, I am afraid it is not so easy to do things.

“This sword… is it black?”

With the vague impression in memory, Lin Biaoqiang called out its name.

Then, as if he had been summoned, Lin Biao’s tunnel suddenly shook, and the blue water in the arsenal continued to boil, and black lightning appeared on the black sky, constantly tremble!

Finally, slamming, the black sky sword came out of the sheath, flew out of the blue arsenal, and finally fell to the hands of Lin Biao!

The drop of blood around the black fog is like a ruby ​​inlaid on the handle of the black sky.

As long as this black blood is not destroyed, the black sky will always be his thing! Lin Biao’s heart naturally raised such an idea.

Even he didn’t know what was going on. Because of the appearance of the black blood, he and the black sky seemed to suddenly have a bridge, and instantly reached a tacit understanding!

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