Chapter 1205

"Memory is my most precious thing, and no one can erase it at will."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth and dived all the way down, always maintaining a trace of clarity in his mind.

Even if the headache is splitting and his memory is constantly draining, he firmly remembers the purpose of this trip in his heart.

Awaken the god of destiny!

Whoa!

The River of Destiny seems to be calm, but it is not static. The more it goes down, the more undercurrents are surging.

A stream of undercurrents, turbulent and violent, scoured Yang Xuan's soul all the time, as if to wash his soul and make it purer.

Of course, this is not a good thing. A pure soul means that the soul has lost its original spirituality.

Only those who have spirits and souls have emotions and desires can be considered alive.

"Who am I and where am I going?"

Gradually, the only trace of clarity in Yang Xuan's mind gradually became blurred.

At this moment, he is like a duckweed, wandering aimlessly in the rolling river, unable to distinguish the east, west, north and west, and will never find the foundation of a foothold.

In this way, he wandered endlessly, wandering, until the end of his life.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die like this."

I don't know how long, maybe a hundred years, maybe 10,000 years, the desire to survive suddenly ignited in his heart, and he immediately recovered a little bit of wisdom.

Although he still doesn't know who he is, he also understands that he is encountering a great crisis. The icy and biting river water is constantly invading his body, eroding the little bit of wisdom he has.

"No, I want to live, I must live."

At this critical juncture, he snapped his tongue, and his whole body began to glow immediately. The power of reincarnation hidden in his soul burned wildly like a spark of fire, dispelling the darkness and cold around him in an instant.

At the same time, his body was no longer stiff, and the lost memories were rediscovered in reincarnation.

"I am Yang Xuan, I am the emperor of the Demon Race, I want to step on all the gods and Buddhas under my feet, why should I be afraid of this mere river of fate? life."

The memory recovered, his arrogance, his nature, also completely recovered.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a powerful and surging undercurrent rushed in like a big wave.

Yang Xuan was caught off guard, his body was engulfed by this undercurrent, and he came to a strange gray space.

This space is very huge, filled with countless fragmented spiritual fragments, and a few spiritual fragments are even mixed with some intermittent messages.

"I...I am the Immortal Emperor, the immortal Immortal Emperor, one day, one day, I will walk out from here..."

Yang Xuan combined these messages and got a relatively complete sentence.

Obviously, this space was transformed by the remnant soul of a certain immortal emperor, and these spiritual fragments were left behind after the other party's soul was broken. It has been a long time, but it still hasn't disappeared.

"As expected of the Immortal Emperor..."

Yang Xuan sighed, and finally realized how powerful the existence of the Immortal Emperor is.

But how strong is it?

The remnant soul falls into the long river of fate, and in the end, it can only go with the flow and be at the mercy of fate.

"Emperor-level remnant soul, even if there are only pieces of spiritual fragments left, it is definitely a rare treasure in the world. I will see if I can refine it."

Think of it and do it. Yang Xuan first stimulated the power of the dark godhead, and then secretly ran the divine art of splitting the silk, drawing strands of soul silk out of the body, and entangled the spiritual fragments in all directions.

A strand of soul silk, as sharp as a sharp blade, easily plunged into countless spiritual fragments and began to devour frantically.

Originally, the Divine Silk Refinement Technique did not have this function, but under the blessing of the power of the Dark Godhead, it exerted an almost plundering ability.

One of the functions of the dark godhead is to devour. The more the soul of the soul is devoured, the more the soul of the strong is swallowed, the stronger the power of the dark godhead.

In fact, the God of the River Styx wanted to devour Yang Xuan's soul, so he would come to the dark demon world as a clone at any cost.

Unfortunately, not only did he fail in the end, but he lost a clone in vain, and even a part of the dark godhead in the clone completely became Yang Xuan's private property.

"Sure enough!"

Yang Xuan was so excited that he could clearly feel the spiritual power transmitted from the strands of soul threads.

This is the spiritual power of an Immortal Emperor. Although there is only a small part of it, it also makes Yang Xuan use it infinitely. His soul is undergoing tremendous changes as pieces of spiritual fragments disappear.

This change is a development in a good direction. His soul is getting stronger all the time, and the power of the dark godhead is also increasing day by day.

The speed of time passing in Hanoi of Destiny is zero, and Yang Xuan does not know how many spiritual fragments he has refined. It was not until the spiritual fragments in this space disappeared that he suddenly woke up from that indescribably wonderful state.

However, at this moment, an angry voice rang out in this lonely space.

"Unforgivable, simply unforgivable, no matter who you are, you shouldn't destroy this Immortal Emperor's last hope of rebirth."

The voice was still there, and the whole space suddenly vibrated violently, and then, a void crack appeared, and an ancient coffin flew out of it.

"This is?"

Yang Xuan was startled and saw a hand suddenly stretched out from the ancient coffin.

It was a human hand, and although it was shriveled, it was really a human hand.

"The immortal emperor hides the coffin and is buried under the river of destiny. This is really a strange thing."

Yang Xuan was not stupid, he quickly figured out who the owner of this hand was.

As he guessed, the owner of that hand revealed his complete body in an instant.

It was a man who looked like an old man. He was also shriveled and without flesh and blood, but he was wearing an immortal emperor's robe, inlaid with countless jewels, which was countless times more beautiful and precious than the attire of a human emperor.

"Who are you, are you alive or dead?"

Yang Xuan's expression was solemn, and he was not sure whether the other party was still alive.

"Haha, it's okay to tell you, I'm the Immortal Emperor Jiuyou, the Immortal Emperor who used to shake the Forty-ninth Road Xiandao Small World."

"So, you can't rank in the 81st Road Xiandao Great World?"

"Strange, you are a demon kid, you actually know the existence of the Eighty-One Road Xiandao Great World!"

"I've heard of it, but I've never been there."

"It doesn't matter, when I take your soul, I will let you get what you want in the future."

"Aren't you dead? Can a corpse be used to seize a house?"

"No, no, I've never died. If I were dead, how could I be talking to you now?"

"how did you do it!?"

"I have an immortal elixir in my body, which always keeps my remnant soul immortal. The spiritual fragments you refined just now are only a part of my remnant soul, and my core remnant soul lasts for a long time. I was able to survive until I met you today, which is also considered to be immortal, allowing me to meet a complete divine soul."