I said I would turn back time

Two swords, one black and one white, erupted in the city, crushing everything in front of them into powder with unrivaled force.

However, the darkness transformed by the Heaven-Destroying Demonic Sword is still constantly disintegrating, and it is obvious that it is still at a disadvantage when facing the Blazing Heavenly Sword.

"Haha, good son, if I want to kill your father, this little strength is not enough."

The leader of the Immortal Palace slashed out with his sword, and the sword light instantly tore the entire street apart, drawing countless passers-by into it and turning them into clouds of blood mist.

The young man swept out the Shadow Sword with his backhand, swallowing the sword light with the boundless shadow, and resisted the opponent's attack.

He snorted coldly and shouted: "Old dog! Your physical body is much older than mine, and your energy and blood are no longer at their peak. Let's see how long you can last with me!"

The leader of the Immortal Palace laughed, and the sword light was like thunder and lightning, tearing through the darkness and piercing the young man.

"I also know that I bullied my father because of his age. He is indeed a filial son that I raised. I am so happy for him."

Facing the menacing sword light, the young man shouted loudly: "Xiao! 伱! Mom!"

The next moment, two swords, one black and one white, collided and exploded again, swallowing up streets one after another.

As the two masters continued to fight, most of the city was almost reduced to ruins.

And suddenly, the darkness transformed by the Heaven-Destroying Demonic Sword exploded, blasting towards the leader of the Immortal Palace with a self-destructive force.

"Huh? The sword spirit self-destructs?"

In an instant, the Immortal Palace leader's eyes narrowed, and the blazing heavenly sword he controlled erupted with unprecedented light at this moment, causing countless people inside and outside the city to be blinded by the sword's light.

After a long time, as the sword light gradually dissipated, most of the city had disappeared without a trace. It was actually razed to the ground by the self-destruction of the sword spirit of the Heaven-Destroying Demonic Sword.

But in this desperate place where no life was left, there was still a figure standing proudly, looking thoughtfully at the desolate battlefield in front of him.

"Haha, on the surface he pretends to fight me to the death, but secretly he is ready to use the Sky-Destroying Demon Sword to self-destruct as a cover to escape... This big boy of mine is really becoming more and more like a father like me."

"Let me see where you will run away."

…

one year later.

In this world, a certain country, a slum.

In an extremely dirty and chaotic shack, flies were flying everywhere, and the scorching air turned the entire space into a steamer.

And on the burnt, tattered mattress, a man in ragged clothes and disheveled beard and hair was lying quietly.

The man looked thin, with rough skin, and his fingernails were full of dirt. His whole body exuded an unspeakable stench, like a beggar who had been wandering for many years and had become involved with the entire slum. One.

"It took me a year to cultivate and finally cured the internal injuries..."

When he fought against the leader of the Immortal Palace a year ago, he knew that if he, who was already seriously injured, continued to fight, he would never be his opponent.

So when he found an opportunity, he ran away, hiding traces and treating injuries on the way. Finally, he found an opportunity to return to the living world and hid in this slum.

Although this place is mixed with dragons and snakes and the environment is worrying, it is suitable for him to recuperate.

All the movements in this slum over the past year, whether it was the cries of injuries, the silence of despair, the restless quarrels, the sounds of blind entertainment... all gathered in his mind, allowing him to clearly feel countless Human pain, confusion, drunkenness and dreaming.

This slum has a history of hundreds of years, with generations of people born and dying here.

They are stipulated in this country that they can only do the lowest jobs, and are not even allowed to leave the slums to live, let alone contact with other classes of people.

Generation after generation, people continue to suffer the same pain, the same despair, as if they are forever trapped in poverty from which they cannot escape.

In the past year, the young man has personally experienced this life of poverty and hell and felt all kinds of pain in the world.

This kind of life, which was rare in his past rebirths, brought him a special experience.

"The excessive order of the world has left these people with no possibility of resistance. Generation after generation... they live in this world like pigs and dogs..."

The young man stood up slowly and walked outside the shack, walking on the street filled with mud and the smell of feces and urine.

After a year of experience, this kind of dirt has completely failed to affect his state of mind.

Not only that, whether it is dirty or painful, all kinds of suffering, joys and sorrows, good and evil in the world seem to be difficult to leave traces in his heart.

At the same time, a trace of Gang Qi surged out of his body.

A year ago, during the fierce battle with the leader of the Immortal Palace, his martial arts had broken through the shackles again, surpassing himself who thought he had reached his limit.

After this year of training in the slums, not only did he no longer have to work hard to suppress the negative effects of evil spirits when using any extraordinary martial arts, he could even use this negative effects to push his own strength to break the limit and go to the extreme. carry on.

I saw that where the youth passed by, killings bloomed.

Countless poor people who had looked calm just now, or were in a state of intoxication, suddenly became excited one by one, and they began to fight each other and plunder everywhere.

As the youth walked, riots, unprecedented in hundreds of years, spread throughout the country.

And this is just the young man slightly releasing the influence of the evil energy in his body and radiating it to ordinary people.

In the past two years, apart from recuperating and observing the world, the thing that young people have done most is thinking.

Think about the gap between yourself and Lin Xing and the leader of Xiangong.

Think about how to win over your opponent.

Think about how to get stronger.

"There is still a gap between me now and the leader of Immortal Palace two years ago."

He thought in his mind: "The pinnacle of the third inheritance is already the limit that cultivators in the world can reach before the spiritual inspiration surges."

"It's incredible that I can make another breakthrough."

"But recalling the power of the leader of the Immortal Palace, why is it stronger than me now?"

"Skills, sublimation, pictures, unique skills... everything has been tempered to the limit by me, and now even evil spirits have become my help instead of hindrance."

"Then what's the difference between me and that old dog now?"

Looking at the city in flames of war, the young man said nothing, but left the country and continued to measure the world with his own feet.

In the next year, he traveled from country to country full of order, observing the world from a perspective he had never tried before, but he only felt a sense of lifelessness.

"What future is there for a world like this?"

"This matter of the imbalance of evil between the two realms will definitely change completely after I kill that old dog and deal with this mad dog Lin Xing..."

At this moment, he no longer passively agreed with and inherited the ideas once spoken by the leader of the Immortal Palace, but had his own views on the world, and gave birth to his own hegemony that wanted to transform the world, a strong desire to dominate the world. want.

But dominating the world and changing the world with one's own ideas is the privilege of the strong.

As the strongest among the strong, his desire to dominate the world has naturally become stronger and stronger as he has achieved breakthroughs in strength time and time again.

"Time is up."

After staying in this world for two years, he finally waited for the opportunity for another immortal gate to open.

With his latest breakthrough and his own thinking, he once again entered the fairy gate and went to another world.

…

boom!

Loud noises were heard in the mountains.

Along with the collapse of the mountain and the destruction of the forest, the young man was seen chasing and killing a strong man from the evil sect.

And similar pursuits are what he has been doing since he came to this world.

The reason for doing this is, on the one hand, to cut off the wings of the leader of the Immortal Palace, and on the other hand, to get more information about the leader of the Immortal Palace.

After a long time, the battle between the two sides finally ended, and the young man successfully captured the other side alive.

hours later.

boom!

With a light palm, the head of the hunted evil sect master was blown to pieces by the young man.

The young man was thinking about the information he had obtained.

"The leader of Immortal Palace once cooperated with Shilin Temple... and according to the information I found last time, their activities were in Jiangyang Province."

Next, he went to Jiangyang Province to investigate, and he finally confirmed something.

"Lin Xing is indeed from this world."

"It even has a very close relationship with Daguangming Temple."

"Old Gou cooperated with Shilin Temple and used some method to erase Lin Xing's memory and send him to the present world..."

When he thought of this, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes: "The old guy knows so many secrets between me and Lin Xing, could they all be related to Shilin Temple?"

"He also mastered the mind-reading method of Shilin Temple? Is he relying on mind-reading to obtain the information in our hearts?"

After realizing this, the young man planned to find a way to resist mind reading.

After spending two and a half years, he finally found the inheritance left by the old man Wu Xin, and found a way to prevent being read by Shi Lin Temple.

Soon after, he captured Baiyun Sanren again and got more information from the other party.

"That old dog is the Emerged Reincarnation Chapter of the Ether Clear Sect, the memory injected into the puppet."

"But if that's the case, wouldn't he want to be the master of both the Shilin Temple and the Taiqing Sect?"

"Can he cultivate both magic and martial arts?"

Thinking of this, the young man's eyes narrowed: "If I can really practice magic and martial arts, then I must master this power in the future."

Through constant investigation and thinking, the young man also understood more and more deeply the many secrets of the leader of the Immortal Palace.

At the same time, he gradually had new thoughts on a problem.

How did the leader of the Immortal Palace control Lin Xing's memory?

He has been recalling and thinking over and over again in the past few years, but he has never recalled any opportunity for the other party to correct Lin Xing's memory.

"If he doesn't have any chance in my memory, then the remaining possibilities...are outside my memory."

A possibility kept popping up in the young man's mind, a possibility that he had never tried before, a point in time that he had never been to.

"What was it like when Lin Xing lost control in the end... Speaking of which, I have never lived to the moment when Lin Xing completely collapsed."

"Did something happen at that moment?"

This time, the young man decided to live until the last moment to see what would happen.