The amount of confidence that memory brings is simply too amazing!
However, when he recalled it now, Ye Wudao only felt severe pain in his mind. It seemed that those memories would break his mind just by recalling them.
Going back to my memories now, it seems that I only know, what God Lord of the Gods?
So, he hurriedly said: "What do you mean by the God Lord of the Gods! I don't quite understand!"
"The Lord of the Gods?" In the indifferent voice, there was also a bit of curiosity: "Then, it is estimated to be a matter of the future. After all, the ancient and the future, let you first go to the past, then go to the future, and then go back to the present."
"This is the method of reincarnation memory perception."
"Nine secluded reincarnation method!"
Nine secluded reincarnation method?
Ye Wudao was stunned and looked extremely surprised.
This magical power is really too powerful, so powerful that even he feels that everything he has experienced seems to be very real.
Of course, he didn't keep much of the so-called future memory, but only kept the memory of Xu Linger.
Thinking of Xu Linger, Ye Wudao felt a little warm and a little nervous at the same time.
I don't know what Xu Linger's situation is now.
Thinking about it, he hurriedly said, "May I ask you, senior, can you let me go?"
"No hurry." The other party said indifferently: "You will stay in the Red Dust Palace for ten days. After ten days, I will let you go."
"Why do you want me to stay?" Ye Wudao was shocked.
I'm just a small person, what's the use of staying here?
Just listen to the other party's nice voice coming again.
"I need the living beings of this era. In my red dust palace, there is vitality, so that it is convenient for me to shape the method of Nirvana, the body of three times, and thousands of thoughts."
Don't tell Ye Wudao directly that he is Hongchen Immortal for convenience?
Ye Wudao was shocked and set off a shocking wave.
In this ancient forbidden area, I never thought that there is actually a power of recovery. The previous judgment of Jade Sword True Immortal is undoubtedly correct. In these forbidden areas, there is really a possibility of eternal power to revive.
And this Red Dust Immortal is undoubtedly one of them.
It's just that her supernatural powers and the rules of the Great Dao are too mysterious, and Ye Wudao is in a fog.
"Hong Chenxian, please..."
Just as Ye Wudao was about to speak, he felt that a breath had left.
There was no news from Hongchen Xian again.
And he seems to only need to stay here for ten days?
For Ye Wudao, if there is no Xu Linger, he will naturally be able to carry it in ten days, it doesn't matter.
But now not only is he anxious about Xu Linger, but the aura of depravity in his body is about to erupt, and it will take about ten days.
In the huge red dust palace, there is no life, and there is nothing.
How to solve the trouble?
"Red Dust Immortal?"
"Please also help me shatter my depraved spirit, I'm going back to find my wife!"
"Red Dust Immortal?!"
Ye Wudao was so anxious that he couldn't take care of that much, so he shouted in the Red Dust Palace.
However, after shouting for a few hours, there was still no movement.
In the end, Ye Wudao's voice became hoarse.
"Hong Chenxian... Please help me, help me find my wife, let me find my wife, I want to find Xu Linger, Hongchenxian, where are you?"
Calling loudly, the exchange is still the desertedness of the Red Dust Palace.
On Ye Wudao's body, there was still Jiuweimei's serious injury, which began to recur at this moment.
Blood flowed out of his chest.
That is to say, Ye Wudao is a cultivator, so he can barely cope with the injury in the past. As long as it is not too fatal, he can recover.
The Nine-Tailed Mei was obviously trying to use herself, so she didn't take her killer too seriously.
However, it also made him feel particularly vain in his body.
Ye Wudao walked aimlessly, and he didn't know how long it took to come to a central hall.
Outside the main hall, there is a vast square, as large as five or six football fields, with five hands of different colors, like the hands of a clock, but it is countless times larger. JrNovels.com