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Yan Nu's five-yuan breakthrough is as powerful as a dragon or a tiger.

It was majestic and brilliant, covering the entire solar system.

In the red tide, there are shadows.

Each one seems to be a dead person, like an illusory silhouette, maintaining various postures, frozen in the tide.

With each burst of that brilliant momentum, it slowly swayed, rose and fell.

"what is that……"

"I seem...I seem to have seen Chi You."

Huang Di's eyes were burning and he couldn't believe what he saw.

Chi You, how could he not recognize this guy? The tragic dismemberment was exactly what he ordered.

So, are the figures condensed in the red aura now in the same state as the person died?

There are also Kuafu, Dating, Yinkang and Wuhuai.

Familiar faces, from near to far.

In addition to many members of the clans he conquered in the past, he also saw his dead clansmen, relatives, friends, subordinates, and even teachers.

What's more, there are many strangers...

But with the memory of an immortal, after seeing it, he felt vaguely familiar, as if he had seen it before, but he didn't leave much of an impression, and he didn't even know his name.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that they are all people you have met for thousands of years?

"Pei Gong... Overlord... what is going on?" Zhang Liang narrowed his eyes and saw Han Gaozu and Chu Overlord.

Even many, many people who may or may not know each other.

There are princes and famous generals who have shone on the stage of history, and there are also people who are unknown and only come into contact with inadvertently in war or life.

Suddenly, Yu Yangzi stretched out his hand and touched the ethereal momentum: "Quzi, are you so peaceful when you drown?"

Everyone was stunned, and Zhang Liang said in a daze: "Isn't that seat occupied by the strongman who helped me, Bolangsha, assassinate Qin in the past?"

What he saw was a strong man, but Yu Yangzi seemed to be in the same place and saw Qu Yuan again.

Then Zhuang Zhou said confusedly: "Ah? Isn't that a member of my family?"

Luo Yan was shocked and said: "Your wife? That's a man in bone clothes."

Only then did everyone come to their senses. The countless figures they saw were all different.

It seems that the ones they know better will be closer to them.

And those you don’t know well will be far away.

Some of them didn't know whether they recognized them or not, and they were far away, shadowy.

"The dead...are these all the dead throughout the ages?"

"Could it be that... Yan Slave, you can resurrect them all?"

Everyone was a little confused. The sudden burst of red aura was undoubtedly the new power of Yan Slave.

As powerful as a dragon or a tiger, he broke through five yuan.

But this is more than just Ruolonghu? It’s like the sky!

"Dead people from past and present?"

Yan Nu's eyes lit up and he scanned the crowd hopefully.

Indeed, he saw many dead people, both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Many villagers of Chashan Village in childhood, Uncle Hong and others who later lived together in Chashan Castle.

There are even General Chang Ziyun, Mr. Huamei and Zhang Suwen of the Zhang family, and people from Yimeng Mountain... there are countless others.

"Can you resurrect?" Yan Nu immediately tried to control his momentum.

But I found that there was nothing easy to control, it seemed like it was just an area.

It just made him sense countless conceptual characters, but he quickly thought of a way.

In an instant, a strange life force was injected into a figure near him.

That was Chang Ziyun, who suffered hundreds of wounds and was covered in blood.

And when Yan Nu's vitality was injected into it, as expected, the lifeless figure glowed with life.

The true spirit is condensed within it, then the soul, and then the body.

What Yan Nu used was the vitality he had used to overcome absolute death before, and he could refine death into life.

Even the state of absolute death can be reversed! How to talk about Chang Ziyun, just a normal death?

As long as the figure illuminated by Huanghuang's momentum is really Chang Ziyun, Yan Slave can theoretically resurrect him.

really! Chang Ziyun immediately returned from a state that was not even an entity, not even a true spirit, and returned to the world and came back to life.

"Don't forget to destroy the barbarians...don't forget to destroy the barbarians...eh?"

Chang Ziyun had already woken up before his body had condensed.

The moment he was conscious, he still seemed to be on a sick bed.

Then his body recovered, his eyes widened, and he looked around in surprise.

At this moment, he was in Taixu. As a mortal, he could not hold on. His chest suddenly felt tight, his blood was gushing, and his whole body was boiling, as if blood mist was about to burst out.

Fortunately, Yan Nu's vitality is extremely powerful, and he can repair any injury.

"Really resurrected!" Everyone present was shocked.

Even a person who has long since lost his soul and not a trace of his soul left behind can actually be photographed?

Where do these figures exist? Is it some kind of unknowable realm, or is it forcibly shaped by the general characteristics of Yan Slave?

"Does it mean that these countless people who have died long ago can be reborn?"

Yan Nu was pleasantly surprised: "That's great!"

"Aweng...Xue'er? Where are you?"

Yan Nu suddenly became excited when he thought that the figures reflected by his aura were all dead people that his artistic conception had never accepted.

But soon, he was stunned again.

Because he couldn't find Aweng or Xueer anywhere.

"Didn't you say that there are all the dead?" Yan Nu said urgently.

Huang Di said solemnly: "I'm afraid not all the dead, at least most of the people after the Xia Dynasty, I haven't seen. Most of the people I saw are ancient people."

Chi Songzi and other ancient immortals next to them also nodded and said: "Yes, and although these figures are huge in number, they are still not enough to account for all the dead throughout the ages."

Everyone also nodded, yes, the number of people is too small! These are not the only people who have died since ancient times.

Zhang Liang was thoughtful, then suddenly said: "So that's the person we know..."

"So the figures everyone sees are different."

Yan Nu was stunned: "Anyone who knows?"

Luo Yan nodded: "Yes, that's the case. Even if it's just a casual relationship, there are even people who have been swept by his spiritual consciousness."

"But earlier, as you said, I saw very few of the ancients."

Zhang Bijiang asked strangely: "Young Master? Shouldn't you have never seen any of them? How old are you?"

Luo Yan said solemnly: "I have seen some ancient people who should be from ancient times, even Xia, Shang and Zhou, but there are very few. Most of them look like princes and generals..."

"So, even if I haven't seen them with my own eyes, as long as I know them, heard about them, and have some understanding, it counts!"

Huang Di sighed: "I understand, people who still remember in their hearts."

"No matter who it is, as long as there are still people alive who remember it, even if it was just a glimpse from a distance, even if it has been buried in the corner of memory, even if it is only learned from books and word of mouth..."

"These people are not completely gone."

"The people who are truly gone forever are those who once really existed, but no one in the world knows they existed."

"A person who has left no trace in the memory of all peoples and has been completely annihilated in history."

Everyone was amazed that this was the real death.

Completely forgotten by people, even forgotten by the world.

Yan Nu was stunned: "So it just condenses the dead that people still remember?"

"Then how come I can't see Aweng and Xue'er!"

"I don't know the people you are talking about, but I can feel them all."

"Why are there no Aweng and Xue..."

After saying that, he was startled, thought of something, and shouted: "They are not dead?"

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Everyone saw different figures, but Yan Slave could all feel it. This was normal. After all, it was his aura.

As for why there are no Aweng and Xueer...

Luo Yan said: "I dare not say anything about Jiang Weng, but Miaohan is definitely dead."

"You have refined her, there is no doubt about it."

"So, the state of these deceased people should have actually existed in an unknown place."

"Rather than being shaped by you based on the memory of a living person, otherwise it would be impossible not to have Miaohan."

Everyone nodded, this is the truth.

There is no Miaohan, but it proves that these people are real and original, not fake or newly created.

Huang Di pondered: "Could this be the so-called destiny? It turns out that after death, the true spirit disappears, and it does not mean that it completely ceases to exist in the world."

"Is there still a concept of existence left that is recorded by the world itself? Or is it recorded by the way of heaven?"

"And your red power can condense this 'concept of existence' that is still recorded in the dark, and form an entity for us to see."

Hearing this, Yan Nu took control.

I saw that in the general situation, countless figures disappeared.

Then, with a thought, countless figures appeared again.

But no matter how he fiddled with it, there was no Aweng and Xueer.

"Why... why is it like this... after being refined by me, there is nothing left?" Yan Nu was very unwilling.

"In that case, let's continue! I want to break through six yuan!"

Yan Nu concentrated his mind and moved his eyes towards Yake.

And Yake also stared over: "Do you still want to fight? Yan Slave, before that, I want to ask you a question."

"Why didn't you just kill me before?"

He knew very well that Yan Slave still had some useless trump cards. If someone other than a female died, once he was attacked, even if he had Yan Slave's artistic conception, it would be useless.

Although he had great confidence in this killing move, he avoided or even ran away.

But this is completely different from Yan Nu not using it at all.

Yan Nu said seriously: "I don't like killing people. Even if they are evil people, I want them to go to hell and wash away their sins."

"I want them to go see peace together."

Yak looked deeply at Yan Nu and pleaded: "So you are a kind person. I also want to see the peace you want to create."

"I don't want to fight you anymore, please stop, Yan Slave."

"Stop?" Yan Nu raised his eyebrows: "Don't you want revenge!"

Yake looked relieved: "When will the injustice be repaid?"

"Ever since I was born, I have been carrying the name of a demon fetus and was used as a weapon by my father and brother to kill people."

"But like you, I don't like killing people. Maybe this is the only good thing my family has done to me, right?"

"They taught me what guilt is, and told me that I should feel guilty, sad and painful for killing my mother, because family is the most important and killing is sinful... I must always remember this part of myself. A share of sin.”

"Maybe they taught me this way just to control me and make me remember that family is everything, but they also made me hate killing from the bottom of my heart."

"I have never truly lived. I am always forced and driven...like a puppet on strings."

"But now, I want to be an independent person and make my own choices."

"So, let's stop, Yan Slave, I don't want to have any more meaningless fights."

Yak had never spoken so many words before, and his words were extremely sincere.

For the first time, I raised my head and looked at others with eyes like morning stars.

Yan Nu was stunned, and then his expression softened: "Will you be honest and be punished in hell?"

Yak smiled calmly and said: "I will personally send my brother to hell and ask you to resurrect all my family members."

"In the end, I accompany them to be punished in hell."

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p.s: Sorry.