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"Oh, if you're not dead yet, why would I leave first?"

Feng Jian sneered.

The young Feng Jian's voice was very beautiful, and it sounded like the immortal voice above the nine heavens. Hearing this voice, he couldn't help but get addicted to it.

"What? Douluo Continent Thousand Years Journey looks like this. It seems that there is no improvement in one's skills. It's just the skill of talking and talking that makes one good."

Shura glanced at Feng Jian disdainfully and saw that the two of them had been bickering like this for who knows how many years.

"Oh, but I'm not like you, who doesn't make any progress and hangs on to guard a third of an acre of land."

"You are so powerful, you have walked out of your own way! A soldier? A deceitful way?"

God Shura looked at Feng Jian with raised eyebrows.

"If I say Feng Jian, it's better to forget it as soon as possible. You said that you, a time traveler who has traveled through the mortal world for tens of millions of years, are still about the same strength as me. You really need to delete your account and practice again."

Seeing that Feng Jian was silent, God Shura continued.

"Oh, a murderer like you will never understand soldiers."

Feng Jian didn't care too much.

"Oh, you are a military strategist. I have been saying this for thousands of years. My ears are getting calluses. How come hundreds of schools of thought have not seen their leader, you, a military strategist?"

"Hurry up and come here to help me. I can't keep up."

The spiritual energy tide gradually calmed down. Even though the sun in the sky had hung up again, the people on the ground still had not come back to their senses.

"Here you go and erase their memories."

God Shura breathed a sigh of relief this time. He was so tired that he had to give away one thousandth of the divine power of the God Realm to allow Gu Ning to complete his training.

Don't underestimate this one-thousandth. This one-thousandth is far more than Douluo Continent's spiritual energy, even several times.

"Why, me? I don't have this authority."

Feng Jian rolled his eyes at God Shura.

"Oh, forget it. If you don't want to, just do it by myself."

God Shura was stunned for a moment because he remembered some past events and smiled to himself.

God Shura stood up and looked at the Douluo Continent under the clouds and mist. He pointed his finger in the void and saw hundreds of millions of red rays of light bursting out.

The sky was overcast and dark clouds blocked all the sunlight.

Rumble!

Bursts of thunder roared across Douluo Continent, and bursts of blood rain floated in the sky.

Everyone looked up to the sky unconsciously. The rain of blood was washing away the earth and everything on the Douluo Continent. The people on the continent were naturally among them.

The rain of blood has washed away more than just the filth in the world, but this memory is still in people's minds.

When the rain stops, all the memories in my mind will no longer exist except

Ling Chen stared blankly at the rain of blood floating in the sky and was speechless for a moment.

"What the hell happened?"

There was panic visible to the naked eye in his eyes.

The riot of spiritual energy tide was very close to him, only about a kilometer away, and in the direction. Although he had never been there, it was right at Gu Ning's quiet room.

"He is a terror!"

Ling Chen silently labeled Gu Ning as terrifying in his heart.

"System! What's going on? The spiritual energy riot is day and night, and who is it? Who is responsible for the blood rain?"

In Ling Chen's heart, this is the rain of blood. In the novels of his previous life, it was the saint's disappearance and the scene where heaven and earth share the same sorrow.

If an accident occurs to a saint, a rain of blood will flow from heaven to earth, washing away everything, and the memory of all things will disappear.

In prehistoric novels, the death of saints, including Daluo Jinxian, the rain of blood from the sky, and the disappearance of memories.

And to this world, aren’t gods in heaven just so-called saints?

Could it be that in the legend, this person borrowed the stars, ascended to heaven, or slayed the gods in his dream?

Ling Chen couldn't help but think about it.

I have to say that his imagination is pretty good. Travelers need this kind of rich imagination.

The test yielded no results.

"Why? I still retain my memory. Why can't you detect it?"

Ling Chen's heart sank suddenly because he was a little scared now.

The second time, the system could not find out who this person was.

He is extremely likely to be a time traveler!

And also, that kind of person with great supernatural powers!

It may be different from someone who travels through the city like me!His character is much more than that!

"No! We have to find a way quickly!"

Ling Chen sat on the bed, his eyes slightly narrowed and his brain working rapidly.

"What should I do if his target is possible?"

In Ling Chen's eyes, Gu Ning's target was most likely himself.

"Alas, is this the only way? Then won't everything you did before be in vain?"

There was a wry smile on Ling Chen's lips.

It's possible that the power of the system has weakened. Help yourself to resist the rain of blood.

The success system is also the failure system.

The weakening of the system's power means that its shielding of one's own perception has naturally weakened. I don't know how much, but it's just a lot.

Because the system's shielding means that he will subconsciously ignore that there may be other time travelers in this world and unconditionally believe in the system, he will believe it when the system says that he is the only one.

Now that I think about what happened before, why can’t I see it?

Isn’t this Teacher Ye the same as Ye Xiu in the novel?Although I have never watched the anime, I should have recognized it long ago because the character with the same name is an armor and a spear.

Counting myself, there are already three time travellers, Ye Xiu and Gu Ning. They are obviously in a group and they have recognized me a long time ago. What if there are other hidden systems that mislead me?

"Alas, it seems this is the only way."

There was a bitter smile on the corner of Ling Chen's mouth because his eyes were full, and the look of reluctance showed that he was looking in the direction of Gu Ning and finally made up his mind to be a smart person.

The world of nine songs in the sky.

In a small courtyard in Xianyang City.

Here, Han Fei's residence.

Han Fei once used half of his [-] points to improve his cultivation and himself.

When I passed my 30th birthday before, I could feel that my end was approaching.

This, the truth is his body is something he knows very well.

Until some time ago, he chose to use half of his points to improve his cultivation. Only by improving his cultivation could he continue his life.

"Well, it's rare to have leisure time. The Qin State has already completed its reorganization. As long as I throw all the future modern things here and let it develop quickly, the points will naturally be at my fingertips."

Han Fei was lying on a rocking chair. He was currently the only one in the yard.

Suddenly he stood up and walked to the small pond in the yard.

A few leaves on the willow tree were blown away by the wind and fell on the pond.

Han Fei gently picked up the leaves and looked at them carefully.

"Is it autumn again?"

After a moment, Han Fei showed a long-lost smile.

Under this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Han Fei's heart suddenly trembled. It seemed that something related to him appeared, and it was very important. It was a huge opportunity.

"Huh? What exactly?"

Han Fei frowned slightly because of this feeling of heart palpitations.

There was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him