Myth Douluo

The soul is the carrier of memory. How many memories can a person's soul carry? The answer is thirty years!

From the moment a person is born, the soul begins to engrave memories. When a baby is born, the soul is very fragile and cannot hold too many thoughts. When a person grows up, the soul becomes stronger, but those memories also begin to collapse, and eventually a person's life is aggregated into thirty years. memory.

From ancient times to the present, there is such a legend:

Legend has it that a god descended into the world and was eaten by a group of apes. From then on, the monkeys gained intelligence and evolved into humans. However, the god died, combined with the mud, and turned into a ghost from hell. He took his life from mortals and passed it on from generation to generation. Absolutely, those who ask for life are more stunning than others, and have great plans and strategies. However, luck stops at thirty, and if you end at thirty, you will die unexpectedly!

In the oven, Xiao Yuelin fell into deep sleep.

He saw a clear and clear pool, with the yin and yang embracing, and at the end of the title, it turned into a yin and yang Tai Chi diagram. Suddenly, endless demonic energy pressed down, and a black shadow rushed into it, dragging blood flowers and disappearing from the world. Then, in a primeval forest, a giant object fell from the sky, punching holes in the mountains and crushing countless tall trees. Then apes and monkeys devoured its body, and its soul turned into a curse. From then on, the human race will never be extinct. His soul will never die!

Countless fragments began to explode in my mind, flashing by, including the hard work of farming, the leisure of herding, the cruelty of war, and the madness of indulgence... Half an hour later, there was complete silence, but a certain curse also began to awaken. .

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The second level of the Sword Spirit Fantasy Realm is a mass grave. It is not as dark as the first level, but more sinister and penetrating.

Ning Rongrong pushed Xiao Yuelin, interrupting him from his thoughts and memories, and said: "Now is not the time to be in a daze, it is time to find the Sword Master inheritance."

Xiao Yuelin nodded heavily, suppressing the memories that seemed to exist but disappeared in his heart, and concentrated on feeling the inheritance that suited him.

Close your eyes and listen to the call in your ears.

If the illusion on the first level is a bright night sky, then the illusion on the second level is definitely a dazzling day! Countless shouts exploded in my ears like thunder, irritating the fragile eardrums like crazy.

The two carefully identified the direction of their hearts and began to move forward. Soon, they came to the center of the mass grave. When they opened their eyes, they saw a short sword as thin as a cicada's wings stuck in the soil. This short sword The sword was poorly made and looked like a mass-ordered fruit knife. The blade was dull and unremarkable.

After Ning Rongrong closed her eyes to confirm that it was correct, she picked up the dagger and found a row of small words engraved on the blade: The nameless people leave the nameless sword for those who are destined... The meaning of the sword: the existence of nothingness!

The information about this short sword is very simple. There is neither the name of the swordsman nor the description of the ability. It only leaves a name: Existence of Nothingness. Rongrong thought about it for a while while holding the dagger, then made a decision and said to Xiao Yuelin: "I'll choose it, and it's up to you next!"

Although this short sword is not very eye-catching, Xiao Yuelin will not underestimate it because of this. Being placed in the center of this mass grave is enough to show its power. He calmed his mind, felt it, and turned around to the soil not far away. He dug out a long sword and began to examine it.

Although the long sword has been buried in the soil for many years, it is crystal clear. Rows of small characters are also engraved on it: A certain generation of swordsmen has a shameful name. It’s okay not to keep it. However, I can’t bear to let my life’s hard work go to waste. Bury the sword. Here, future generations must not pass it on, or cause Qing Qing to waste her life.

This sword is even more exaggerated. Not only does the swordsman have no name, his abilities are not described, he doesn’t even explain what his abilities are. He only tells the younger generation to bury the sword and never choose it!

At this time, Xiao Yuelin couldn't make up his mind either. Should I take a gamble or make a new choice? He had just seen the inheritance of the Five Kills of Destruction, and also the top inheritance of Jian Soul and Sword Heart.

This was a difficult choice. In the end, he chose the nameless sword in his hand. After all, the one that suits him best is the best. According to the old man Sword Spirit, this sword is the best for him.

The two began to sit cross-legged, holding the sword across their knees, sinking their minds into the sword and accepting the inheritance in the sword. But at this moment, an accident happened!

The old man in black clothes and long beard suddenly appeared in the mass grave, laughing crazily. As the statue shook in the real world, the entire sword pavilion fell into turmoil.

"Hahaha! God is wise, and my hard work pays off. I have waited for a hundred thousand years to finally get two perfect containers. In this life, I will become a god!"

The old man didn't care at all that Xiao Yuelin and Ning Rongrong were right in front of him. He knew that the two of them had blocked their external perception and were immersed in the inheritance. Even if he danced on the spot, he couldn't wake them up.

The old man spent a few minutes calming down his emotions, but his trembling hands still revealed his inner agitation. A hundred thousand years! Become a god! He gave up everything just for the position of a true god! He looks down on those subordinate gods. For him, his destiny must be in his own hands, and he will never surrender!

Looking at Ning Rongrong's delicate and pretty face and Xiao Yuelin's smooth head, the old man twitched the corner of his mouth: "No way? I have waited for a hundred thousand years to become an ugly ghost?" Then he gritted his teeth: "Forget it! Ugly is enough. Ugly, as long as I can become a god, I don’t care about anything else! The ancients said: It doesn’t matter whether a man is handsome or not!”

He carefully stretched out his hands, touched the foreheads of Ning Rongrong and Xiao Yuelin, closed his eyes and entered their spiritual world.

The first is Ning Rongrong's spiritual world. When the old man walked in and took a look, he couldn't help but start smashing her chest: "This girl has such a high talent! Is her mental strength stronger than that of ordinary soul saints? And this Martial spirit, this identity, Zizizi, I have decided, this is my wife! But what kind of martial spirit is Qibao Glazed Pagoda?"

The old man had a look on his face, and he kept searching through Ning Rongrong's memory. His expression was extremely rich, and he kept praising Ning Rongrong's peerless talent. But when he saw the talent of Qibao Glazed Pagoda, his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver. , because he saw...a legendary talent: Forbidden!

Forbidden: A soul master who awakens the Qibao Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul will not be able to break through level 79 soul power throughout his life, but his soul skills can be released regardless of the soul ring level!

The old man was so angry that he yelled: "It's over, it's over, my default wife is banned, and she will never be able to become a Contra for the rest of her life. I am destined to become a god! I can only apologize, poor little girl... I will reluctantly accept you." Become a concubine."

(Note: Polygamy was practiced 100,000 years ago)

Then he turned his attention to Xiao Yuelin and began to ponder: "Well... I'm stupid!" The old man couldn't help but cursed: "This... this... this... is still a human being?"

"Such a large spiritual space, immunity to ice and fire, an indestructible body, the first soul ring for a thousand years! The second soul ring for ten thousand years? The third soul ring for ten thousand years!...Thunder blast, dual artifacts! The Saint of the Spirit Palace only……"

At the end of the sentence, the old man's eyes almost popped out of his head, and he couldn't help laughing crazily: "I have accumulated a hundred thousand years of luck! Damn it, this kid, I will become a titled Douluo within 30 years. You will definitely become a god in 100 years! The ancients are honest and don’t deceive me: after all the hardships, happiness comes!”

"This is simply a hundred thousand years, no! A peerless cauldron that has never been seen in a million years! The weapons specially prepared for me, and such a profound foundation of swordsmanship, coupled with the swordsmanship that I have studied for a hundred thousand years, the Sword Master's Ming will return to the mainland soon! I will become a sword god soon!"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

The old man smiled crazily and twitched all over. From his crazy words, we could tell: This crazy old man turned out to be the Sword Master from a hundred thousand years ago!

Back then, when the old man died, he did not choose to become a slave god. Instead, he refined himself into a sword spirit and inherited it as a guardian of the sword clan. He only waited for a gifted person to be reborn in the future.

But fate plays tricks on people. In the past 100,000 years, the Sword Clan has never given birth to such a heartless, heartless, and selfless person, so the old man has been trapped in the illusion for 100,000 years. It was only today that he met Xiao Yuelin and Ning Rongrong!

"It's true that the sky has eyes to help me become a sword god!" I want to talk about "Myth Douluo" with more like-minded people, and talk about my favorite books with more book friends.