Traveler In the World

Looking at the world reflected in the distant sky, Yi Daoren... No, it should be said that the gritted teeth of the will derived from the scumbag of ghosts and gods creaked.

Right now, he has a special feeling for the world reflected in the distant sky.

It was anticipation, longing, disgust, hatred, and a peculiar feeling of wanting to mix.

This special feeling told him, or explained it plainly...he is not a changer!

Yidao people will not have expectations and yearning for the world over there, nor will they have disgust and hatred, and they will not feel that they want it!

but……

"Why do I think I'm a Yidao person? Why, I think I'm you?" The ghosts and gods scumbag asked in a whisper.

For a long time, he thought that he was a changer, and he had been living and working in the way of a changer, but now he suddenly realized that he had always lived in the way of others. How desperate is this realization? !

"It's very simple, because you're just a scumbag. The scumbag won't have your own consciousness, your consciousness... or in other words, your wisdom comes from me, and I was stolen by you when I was surrounded by you. That part of the memory was created." Standing in the middle of the courtyard of the old house, Yi Daoren smoked a cigarette and smiled: "Actually, if I really want to say it, it's not a problem for you to be me, as long as you occupy all my memories."

Memory is the most fundamental proof of a person's existence.

People who have no memory, even if their flesh and soul are still the same, can no longer be said to be a person... At least, Yi Daoren doesn't think that he will be himself after he loses all his memories.

At this point - Yi Dao Ren remembers the puppeteer he met during his short journey into the world of magicians as the best proof.

The puppet master may have long since wondered if he was the original self, but she is still her because she has all her memories and all her memories related to other people.

Therefore, now he said that if ghosts and gods scumbags want to become him, there is no problem, it is not a lie, but he really thinks so.

But...that's only if the ghosts and gods can get all his memories!

As soon as the pipe fell, the tobacco shreds that were not finished, but were also knocked out with the ash, Yi Dao Ren's eyes flashed, and those ash and tobacco shreds were instantly wrapped in the ambiguous purple reaction around them and rolled towards the will of the ghosts and gods: " You, who have some of my memories, must know what this ability is?"

"The Alchemy of Ashes!" After the pupils of the ghosts and gods Zhazai narrowed, they instantly expanded.

Although he has not obtained Yi Daoren's memory of alchemy and alchemy, it is still very easy to identify alchemy through certain characteristics, especially the alchemy Yi Daoren used can be said to be the most impressive alchemy of Yi Daoren. The alchemy that Yidao people would initially use.

The alchemy of ashes, this is the beginning of Yi Daoren's current achievements, how could he not recognize it?

It can be said that without the Alchemy of Ashes, Yi Daoren would not have achieved his current achievements. Everything he did started from the Alchemy of Ashes, the hellish battlefield!

At that time, the alchemy of ashes was the only reliance for Yi Dao people!

"Give you a chance. I entered the knowledge of alchemy in it. If you can bear it, the alchemy will belong to you."

After the dark red ashes, Yi Daoren's voice was full of malicious temptation, like the whispers of a demon.

However, since it is the whisper of the devil, one can imagine how difficult it is to refuse this, especially the will of ghosts and gods is now confused because of the shocking fact that he is not a changer.

"By taking this blow, I can gain the knowledge of alchemy..." Looking at the dark red ashes that was getting closer and closer in front of him, the ghosts and gods were full of thoughts.

However, when the dark red ash was about to touch him, he jumped back sharply, dodging the alchemy of ashes, then raised his hand and waved a black aura to split the alchemy of ashes.

"I'm Yi Daoren, I don't need your approval!"

It can be said that it is a very ridiculous thing to say this sentence by the will of the ghosts and gods, who is surrounded by twisted and evil ghosts and gods.

However, Yi Daoren didn't find it funny at all, and at the same time, he didn't find the will of ghosts and gods scumbags pathetic at all, because this is his character!

No need for the approval of others, no need for the approval of others, everything about him only needs to be approved by himself, only need to be acknowledged by himself!

"After all, it is the will derived from my memory, and it is natural to have this kind of character. However, after doing this, it is impossible for me to allow you to exist... A person, only one 'I' is needed."

Yi Daoren, who was not surprised by the ghosts and gods' will to dodge his own attacks, said softly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and tapped his pipe again.

This time, the entire world created by the ghosts and gods slagzai has undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant. If it was said that although the world was distorted before, some buildings, plants, creatures and other things could still be seen, then at this moment, these things are gone.

The world is covered with a layer of white brilliance, without a trace of impurities, pure white, dazzling white.

But in this endless whiteness, there is still a kind of disobedience, and that is the old house where Yi Daoren lived.

No matter how the white color spreads and is so dazzling, the old house of Yi Daoren cannot be stained in the slightest.

The old house is still old, still elegant, still...independent!

"Crack...knock...boom bang bang..."

Suddenly, a harsh sound came from a distance, as if the glass had cracked and then shattered.

Then, a black beam of light that was completely opposite to white rose into the sky, and then smeared like ink falling into the water, filling the world with white.

"Your other choice, you have already decided what you want to do, so, are you sure?" Yi Daoren asked the ghosts and gods with a smile.

During the questioning, the clothes on Yi Daoren changed, from ancient robes to modern suits and leather shoes, and then wrapped in a white coat.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course! You can choose to give up, or you can choose to fight; you can choose to stay here like him, or you can choose to leave with me; you can choose to be my prop, or you can choose to merge with me... all of this, It's a choice you can have, and it's my choice in the future."

"Your choice...hahaha! Yes, like me, you have choices but can't choose!"