Rebirth of the Urban Madman

When life experiences are like memories, they are completely opposite.

So is this person made of memories or life?

At this moment, the answer seemed to be given.

At this moment, Qin Xuan's memories were all tampered by the so-called dream master.

He is Qin Changqing, but he is no longer Qin Changqing. In his memory, he is another life.

In front of him, the woman is not his former wife Xiao Wu, but the supreme dream master, who has great kindness and virtue to him.

Even Qin Xuan's character has changed.

Once, Qin Changqing was unyielding to everything in the world, but now, he kneels on his knees tightly.

The dream master looked at Qin Xuan, and she showed a satisfied smile.

She looked at Qin Xuan, who was kneeling on his knees and bowing his head, and when she reached out her hand, a long sword appeared in her palm.

Facing the existence that was respectful to him, the dream master responded with a sword.

This sword directly penetrated Qin Xuan's brow, and Qin Xuan's body shook, and then his head was pierced by the Dream Master.

"You are proud enough to reach this level, but unfortunately, you met me!"

The Dream Master showed a contemptuous smile, and then looked up, his eyes were faintly cold.

What she wanted to do, suddenly, it seemed to be noticed.

"Is it her!?"

The Dream Master's eyes were full of fear, and his appearance changed, and he turned into Qin Xuan's appearance.

At the same time, in the Netherworld Imperial Palace, the Killing Emperor was lazily looking at the Samsara.

"The Elephant Master, he actually touched her past body, so he is not afraid of backlash?"

The Killing Emperor seemed to have seen something, and then smiled lightly, "If I am not here, I am afraid that the Netherworld will really cause some trouble."

The Northern Yin Emperor on the side heard her speak, and his eyes became solemn.

"In the past, did the Elephant Lord copy a certain existence from the past?" The Elephant Lord in the reincarnation was naturally no stranger to the Emperor Beiyin, and he also understood his abilities.

"The Dream Lord can easily tamper with all memories, control the power of 'God', and cultivate it to perfection."

"I have fought with him before, he is not weak!"

The Emperor of Killing said with a playful smile, but her words made the Emperor Beiyin's pupils condense.

He naturally understood how strong the Emperor of Killing was, but this so-called Dream Lord was actually called not weak by the Emperor of Killing.

"In the Immortal Age, the Dream Lord... I have never heard of it!"

The Emperor Beiyin looked solemn, "Control the power of 'God' and tamper with memories?"

"Of course you won't hear of it. He doesn't want to leave any traces, so there will be no record of him in the world." The Emperor of Killing said, "The power of this First Emperor is very troublesome. It seems that Xiao Qin is in trouble."

"Aren't you afraid that his road will be cut off here!?" The Emperor Beiyin said.

He knew that the Emperor of Killing must have valued Qin Xuan. Otherwise, he would not have wasted his time here.

In these years, there are too few people that make the Emperor of Killing miss you.

Similarly, coming here from the land of transcendence must not be a casual thing.

The Emperor of Killing is now sitting here, watching the road of reincarnation, which represents everything.

The Emperor of Killing smiled, but did not respond to the words of the Northern Yin Emperor. She just smiled more.

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At the same time, the dream master who was transforming into the appearance of Qin Xuan suddenly realized something.

He turned his head and found that Qin Xuan, who was supposed to die, was holding the sword in his hand.

The brows of the dream master frowned, and the next moment, the sword between Qin Xuan's eyebrows was directly destroyed.

Not only that, endless evil spirits emerged from Qin Xuan's body. One after another, terrifying evil spirits and murderous auras, like constantly steaming clouds, spread out in all directions with Qin Xuan as the center.

"Cut off all memories, lose the 'god' of memory, and it is no different from death."

"So that's how it is. Instead, it fulfills its instincts."

"Murderous intent, anger, sadness, despair, pain... The instinct that has been suppressed for endless years and balanced by the heart now seems to have lost its shackles."

The dream master looked at Qin Xuan, who was emitting endless tyrannical aura. At this moment, Qin Xuan was like a tyrant, and the evil spirit on his body was surging wildly.

Suddenly, Qin Xuan raised his eyes, and the figure of the dream master was reflected in his scarlet eyes.

Then, Qin Xuan's slightly terrifying face showed a hint of a grim smile.

Boom!

In an instant, Qin Xuan's body disappeared, and the next moment, a hand fell directly on the dream master.

The body of the dream master is invisible and colorless, and everything changes from the heart. This punch hit the dream master, as if punching into the clouds.

The clouds and mist just dispersed without any damage.

The next moment, Qin Xuan's fists burst out millions of times, and the fists were like a rainstorm. In an instant, the white clothes transformed by the dream master were blown away.Directly destroyed.

Qin Xuan was like a mad beast, but his power was that of a genuine ancient emperor.

Origin power, immortal bones, extreme killing platform, turbid immortal power...

Many powers merged into one, without law or rules, but it was the purest and most instinctive attack.

Relying on his state of mind, he suppressed that instinct for who knows how many years.

Although all the memories were lost, everything he had carried had already been unconsciously imprinted in the deepest part of his heart, but it was not revealed to the world.

The body of the dream master reunited in another place, still in the form of Qin Xuan, quietly looking at Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan, who was still attacking, stopped abruptly, and then turned his head, his eyes firmly locked on the dream master.

Boom!

Rising violently, falling fists, once again, the body of the dream master was broken.

The dream master appeared again, and she suddenly shook her hands lightly, as if she wanted to continue writing in Qin Xuan's memory.

But then, her brows furrowed.

Even if she wrote down the memories, she could not resist the extremely violent instinct and the burden that had suppressed her for endless years, and the grief and murderous intent that could kill her loved ones.

"Too weak, the changed memories are too short."

The body of the dream master was blasted apart again, and reunited again, and her eyes became particularly cold.

The power to rewrite all memories is indeed terrifying, but now she is only at the level of the ancient emperor of the calamity realm.

The memories she can rewrite can barely last for 100,000 years.

But Qin Xuan's past memories are countless billions of years, and the obsessions he carried, the state of mind that has been honed for endless years can only carry everything and bear everything.

All the dream master can do is draw a straw, but it has to suppress a mountain.

The body of the dream master was broken apart again, and reunited again.

This time, his expression gradually regained its composure, and then he said lightly: "Fortunately, it is here. If it is in the long river, even if it does not fall, it will suffer a great loss."

He took a deep look at Qin Xuan, then raised his eyes to look at this world, and said coldly: "Don't think that you can do whatever you want by relying on the power of the reincarnation department. If there is a next time, I hope this small reincarnation netherworld can bear it."

"Your hand is too long!"

After the voice fell, he took a step forward and actually left this world directly.

Qin Xuan, who had lost his target, looked around at this moment, and then he gathered the power of his body to bombard this section of the torrent.

It seemed that he wanted to break the torrent and rush out of the sixth floor of the Elephant Tower.

The strangest thing was that there were no bystanders on this floor.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly at a certain moment, Qin Xuan's body shook, and a trace of clarity appeared in his violent eyes.

The memories of this life are like the tide, going and coming back!