Douluo: my omnipotent spirit

"Not dead? Are you telling me not dead? Do you think I'm a fool!" Qian Renxue hunched over and roared: "I saw it with my own eyes! I saw with my own eyes how hard you hit him with your punches and kicks."

"At that time, his blood spurted onto me. Do you know how I felt at that time? My heart was broken!"

"Who are you? A Soul Douluo, a Soul Saint, even opponents of the same level may not be able to withstand your full blow, but it hit him. How old is he? A teenager, a teenager! "

"A soul sect can't even withstand the soul emperor's full blow, let alone you! But now you are telling me that he is not dead?"

As Qian Renxue spoke, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by an even more painful heart, and her tears fell like broken pearls.

The coachman and the big man lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly, and cold sweat dripped from their foreheads down their cheeks.

"Your Highness, I don't know why the child was fine after taking my blow, but the two of us guarantee it with our lives!" The coachman was afraid that Qian Renxue would really go crazy if he didn't explain clearly, so he endured the worry in his heart and continued:

"Just half an hour ago, we saw with our own eyes that child suddenly stood up from that position." The coachman pointed at Qian Renxue's position as he spoke, and then continued:

"Then he froze on the spot for a while, then suddenly a pair of wings sprouted from behind him and he flew away."

"Wings?" Qian Renxue, who was a little crazy, suddenly calmed down a bit after hearing this. Emperor Zhao had never shown them wings before, and she had never said anything about them, but now they actually knew that Emperor Zhao had wings!

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up when she thought of this, she quickly raised her head to look at the driver, and said in an excited tone: "He flew in that direction!"

The driver turned slightly sideways, stretched out his arm and pointed back and said, "Flying over there."

"Why didn't you stop him!" Qian Renxue scolded him sternly, and then ignored them, waving her wings behind her and chasing after Emperor Zhao.

Emperor Zhao has just woken up. He definitely doesn't have much soul power and his body is very weak. We must find him as soon as possible, otherwise he may be in danger!

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that Qian Renxue had recovered a lot, then looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "How dare we do that."

After saying that, the two of them also flashed and chased Qian Renxue.

On the other side, not long after Emperor Zhao left Nazuoshan, memories began to appear in his mind from time to time, and they became clearer and clearer.

These memories are not a good thing for him now. Their appearance caused Emperor Zhao to fall many times while flying.

The intermittent flight and the stumbling walking and take-off have deviated from the original route.

Bloated!

Emperor Zhao fell from the sky again. Fortunately, he did not fly too high. Otherwise, he would have been killed by the fall.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" At this time, Emperor Zhao's mental state was a little bad, even very bad, and he kept repeating this sentence in a low voice.

He was in a demonic state before, and at that time he would kill anyone he saw, so these memories were not a good thing at all.

"No! No! It's not me who wants to kill! I can't control it, I really can't control it! I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!"

At this time, clips of previous murders began to appear in his mind one after another, like a documentary playing.

If it was one or two, three or four, or even dozens or dozens, Emperor Zhao could bear it, but now the memory in his mind told him that he had killed hundreds of people with his own hands!

From children in their teens to elderly people in their decades, the faces of those who were killed were constantly swaying and shouting in his mind like ghosts demanding their lives.

Those who begged for help, those who begged for mercy, those who resisted, and those who died heroically for their children, but in the end, no one he saw or felt could escape his butcher knife.

"Please, spare my child, I am willing to die for him, I am willing to die for him!"

"No! Mom!"

"Child, run...run away!"

Another scene of a mother rescuing her child appeared in his mind. Not only was the child's mother begging, but Emperor Zhao was also begging, begging him to let go of the child who was still a teenager at the time.

But no!

The memory in his mind clearly told him that not only did he kill the child, but he also killed the child in front of his mother before she died!

"No! No! No! It's not what I want to do! It's not what I want to do! No!" Emperor Zhao held his head in his hands, his eyes were extremely red, his clothes were stained with mud, and his hair was already messy.

boom! boom! boom!

Emperor Zhao now only felt a breath of air in his heart. He didn't know what it was, but he felt very uncomfortable and aggrieved. When he felt uncomfortable, he could only beat the ground hard to relieve it, but the effect was not very good.

But he had already made a big hole in the ground.

As more memories emerged, Emperor Zhao's eyes began to turn black, the skin on his body was slowly turning black, and his aura became more and more manic. A faint murderous aura appeared vaguely in his eyes.

"Ding! It has been detected that the host is about to enter the demonic state. Please note that since the host is not suitable for entry now, would you like to block it? 59 seconds... 58 seconds... 57 seconds..."

Emperor Zhao didn't pay attention to the voice in his head, or he couldn't think of it anymore. Now he has been dragged into memories full of resentment, hatred, and blood.

He wanted to get out, but was unable to do anything. He could only watch as he got deeper and deeper.

Emperor Zhao is a human being, just a relatively outstanding ordinary person, but now he suddenly has hundreds of lives in his hands, and he personally held a knife for each one of them, and some were even killed by his hands!

To be honest, he couldn't bear it anymore. As the saying goes, killing one person is a sin, killing a hundred people is a king, and killing ten thousand people is a hero. But under these premise, you can withstand the huge psychological pressure after killing so many people.

If you can bear it and suppress it, then you are a hero among people, but if you can't bear it, you will become a fool, which is a good result!

There will be a process of adapting to killing one by one, but Emperor Zhao now directly recalls it in his mind, and he didn't know that it was okay before.

But now it suddenly appears, it means that the speed of recovering memory is the speed of killing people, and how fast can memory be recovered?

After Emperor Zhao vaguely saw some scenes at the beginning, his memories came flooding back not long after, and he basically remembered everything in just a few minutes.

This is equivalent to watching yourself kill hundreds of people in just a few minutes!

The cries of those people and the faces full of desire for survival appeared in his mind one after another. Not only the figures, but also the sounds, movements, scenes, etc., if he were there...

"It's not me...it's really not me, ah!" This shout seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After shouting, the body that finally stood up again fell to his knees and fell to the ground...

(End of this chapter)